Chapter Thirty-four Amethyst #2
I should be terrified. I should run. Instead, my pulse stutters with something dangerously close to relief. Claimed. Wanted. Chosen with a kind of certainty that boarders on madness.
“Okay," I breathe.
His stare sharpens,
“I need more than that.”
“I’m yours.”
The words barely leave my mouth before his eyes darken with satisfaction.
“Again.”
“I’m yours,” I breath. “Completely.
A low growl rumbles from his chest. He kisses the top of my head, holding me against him like he never intends to let me go.
And the worst part?
I don’t think I want him too.
We’re on the couch. Clean. Dressed. Fed.
The pasta was good. Even reheated.
Kade’s arm is around my shoulders. My head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Mine.
“When you first started following me, what was your game plan? I don’t necessarily match your typical MO.” I ask.
“I was wondering if you were ever going to ask me. I was hoping you weren’t going to.”
“Why?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I saw you and had this sudden urge to just have you. But not like the others. The others I would stalk for weeks. Get every single routine down.”
He pauses.
“With you, I had no clue. I was running only on instinct. When I saw that guy tailing you when you walked passed the alley, I lost it. You were already mine. He was tailing what was mine. So I killed him. But by the time I came out, you had disappeared.”
He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.
“For days, I sat across the coffee shop from the building I thought you come out of. Turns out it was the wrong building.” He chuckles softly.
“I was so pissed. But, I saw you again, so I followed you. This time, I followed you all the way home. I scoped out the building, and then the next day when you left, I placed the cameras.”
“I was pretty pissed when I found the cameras.” I say.
“Yeah, I saw that. I didn’t expect you to find them so quickly. But fuck. You made my cum in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
“You did not!” I say with a giggle.
“Yes, I did. When you had toasted the camera like you were ready to play. The fact that you weren’t running. Then you teased me through those cameras and drove me fucking crazy.”
“I was wondering how long it would take before you came to me.” I say.
“Seven days. You broke me in seven days. I thought it would’ve been the other way around. I thought I would’ve scared you. But, I didn’t know you were an assassin.”
He says as he runs his fingers down my arm and back up. Light touches that leave goosebumps along my skin and sends a shiver down my spine.
“I wouldn’t say I broke you,” I murmur.
I swing a leg over his hips until I’m straddling him completely,
“I just made sure you came to me.”
My fingers drag down his chest slowly.
“At first, I planned to kill you,”
I lean down, my mouth brushing his.
“Now I can’t stop wanting you.”
Something shifts in his eyes. I kiss him hard. No softness. No hesitation. Teeth scraping. Tongues tangling. The kiss turns violent fast. Hungry enough to bruise.
His hands fist in my shirt, dragging it over my head before tossing it aside like it’s in his way. I shove his pants down just enough to free him, wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking once.
Twice.
His head falls back with a low grown.
I slide off his lap and settle between his thighs.
“What are you doing?”
He asks, voice rough already.
I lick slowly along the tip before taking him into my mouth, watching his expression darken as I sink lower.
His fingers bury themselves in my hair instantly, gripping hard enough to sting. He pulls up on my hair stopping me from continuing.
“I said, What. Are. You. Doing?” He asks again.
Slower this time.
“Well, right now, I’m staring at you. But a moment ago, I was sucking your cock.”
His other hand comes up and grabs my throat, he lets go of my hair and takes his thumb and rubs it against my lips.
“You’ll let me know if anything hurts?” He ask.
“Yes,” I say breathless.
He lets go of my neck, stands and pushes his pants down stepping out of them before kicking them off to the side.
He looks down at me and trails his finger down my cheek, down my neck before he cups my left breast. I arch my back wanting more pressure.
“I want to be rough with you. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I whisper.
Because if Kade wanted to truly hurt me, I’d already be broken.
He grips my throat lightly, thumb pressing beneath my jaw as he pulls me upward until I’m flush against him again.
His breathing turns uneven. Controlled. But barely.
“That confidence is dangerous,” he murmurs.
“Maybe. But, I know its true.”
His eyes darken instantly.
Then he kisses me hard enough to bruise. Teeth catch my bottom lip. I gasp against his mouth, and he takes advantage immediately, swallowing the sound. He’s over me on the couch, one hand wrapped around my throat while the other drags down my body possessively.
Mine.
That’s what every touch says.
I claw at his shoulders, nails digging hard enough to leave marks. He groans low in his throat at the sting, and the sound shoots heat straight through me.
“There she is,” he growls. “I was wondering when you’d stop behaving.”“I’m not behaving tonight.”
“No,” He says, almost approvingly. “You’re not.”
He bites down against my neck. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make me arch into him with a sharp breath. His grip tightens at my throat for half a second before easing again, deliberate. Controlled.
My fingers tangle in his hair and yank hard. His head jerks back slightly, eyes locking on to mine immediately.
A warning.
A promise.
“You like that?” I ask breathlessly.
A dark smile pulls at his mouth.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”He pins my wrist above my head with one hand, forcing me still beneath him while his mouth drags along my jaw again, slower this time. Meaner. Like he’s savoring every reaction he pulls from me.
“Kade-”
“Tell me to stop,” he says instantly.
The words hit harder than the restraint.
Because beneath all the obsession, all the possessiveness, all the violence simmering under his skin, he’s still making sure it’s my choice.
I pull against his grip intentionally. Not to escape. But to feel him hold tighter. His expression nearly snaps.
“That,” he says roughly, “is a dangerous game.”“Then play it with me.”
And judging by the look in his eyes— he fully intends too.
We’re in bed now. Kade fell asleep twenty minutes ago. One arm across my waist. Even unconscious, he holds onto me like letting go isn’t an option.
Staring at the ceiling. Thinking. Remembering the beginning. The way he looked at me when he first stepped into my life. Like prey. Like something he couldn’t leave alone. Something he needed.
I hated it.
The though of being someone’s obsession. Someone’s possession. Controlled. Consumed. I fought him every step of the way. Resisted. Promised myself I’d never become the kind of woman who belongs to a man.
But somewhere along the line—
Somewhere between the blood and violence and survival.
That changed.
Now I’m his.
Completely.
And the realization should terrify me. But instead, it settles somewhere deep in my chest like certainty. Because it’s Kade.
Marcus tried to claim me too. Tried to act like owning me and protecting me where the same thing. Like I should’ve been grateful for it.
I wanted to kill him for it.
The arrogance. The violation of it.
But with Kade, its different.
When Kade says I’m his, it doesn’t feel like a cage.
He knows all the ugly parts of me and wants me anyway. The violence. The darkness. The tactical mind always calculating exits, and weaknesses and kill shots. He doesn’t flinch from any of it. Doesn’t try to soften me. Doesn’t try to save me from myself.
He just accepts it.
Claims it.
Claims me.
And maybe that should make me just as insane as he is.
Maybe it already has.
He’s changed too.
The urge is still there. I know it is. I see it sometimes. The way his hands flex when he’s angry. In the tension that coils beneath his skin. In the look in his eyes right before he looses control.
But he fights it now.
For me.
Channels it into something else. The hunts. The missions. The violence we inflict on people who deserve it. Raven promised she could help by giving him purpose. It’s not the same for him. But he’s still trying to make it work.
My thoughts drift to the facility.
To Enzo.
To those endless weeks undercover while Kade was here alone.
Waiting.
Breaking apart piece by piece without me being here.
I heard it in his voice during the check-ins. The panic hidden beneath the calm. The desperation bleeding through every controlled word. He was unraveling.
I was expecting broken walls and evidence of rage and grief carved into the cabin walls. Instead, everything was spotless. Except for the wood. Stacks and stacks of it surrounded the cabin. Chopped. Split. Organized with obsessive precision. Cord after cord.
A physical manifestation of restraint. Every swing of the ax another moment he chose not to lose himself. He held on. Barely. But, he held on for me.
My eyes grow heavy. Kade’s arm tightens around my waist unconsciously, pulling me closer against his chest even in sleep. Instinctive. Protective.I let myself sink into the warmth of him. Tonight I’m safe. Tonight I’m his.
And maybe the most dangerous part of all of this- is that I don’t want to be anywhere else.
My breathing slows and the darkness pulls me under gently.