-the girls presume she’s dead.
But I refuse to fucking believe that. Fuck that.
I know she’s out there; I just wish I knew what the hell she’s up to.
“She’ll turn up,” Addie chips in, though she doesn’t sound confident. She picks at her salad and murmurs, “She always knows how to surprise us.”
Tightening my lips, her words remind me of the little secret I have burning a hole in my back pocket. If I hide this from her, not only will I not be able to live with it, but she would also be hurt if she ever found out. And as much as I like to cause Addie pain, it’s only pleasurable when it ends in her coming all over my face or cock.
Groaning internally, I bite the bullet and say, “Speaking of surprises.”
Her caramel eyes lift with confusion, and I reach into my pocket, pull out the note and toss it to her. Brow furrowing, she picks it up and quickly reads it over, her eyes gradually widening as she registers what it says.
Slowly, her round stare drifts to me, and I arch a brow.
“It was in the mail. But I think I still need convincing, if you ask me,” I tell her, referring to the note. Her mouth quirks up, and the surprise slowly fades into relief.
And I guess I can live with her being happy, even if it’s a fucking dickhead that’s causing it.
Addie thrashes violently, her hand coming within scant inches of my face as an agonized scream releases from her tongue, followed by what sounds like Xavier’s name. My vision blackens, and I’m furious that the monsters polluting her nightmares aren’t me.
I’m the only monster allowed to haunt her fucking dreams.
Gritting my teeth, I grab her flailing arm and roll her to her side, facing away from me. Tucking her arm into her chest, I pull her tightly against me.
Her naked flesh slides against mine, eliciting a carnal desire deep in my chest. It goes beyond claiming her. I want to possess her. Mark her. Embed myself so deeply inside her that there is no Adeline Reilly outside of me anymore.
I prop myself up on my elbow and release her arm to spit on my fingers and rub the wetness across my cock. Breathing in deep, I sink myself inside her, pinching my eyes shut from both the burn from the friction and how fucking good she feels.
She wakes with a startled yelp, her pulse thrumming in her neck and pussy clenching around my length. I bite back a groan, too enraptured by the panicked look in her eyes and her visible shaking.
“Zade?” she whispers, voice hoarse from her screaming.
I thrust my hips once, eliciting a sharp gasp from her plump lips. She tenses, then relaxes, molding the curve of her ass deeper into me.
“Do you feel me, baby?” I whisper, gliding my hand up her stomach, through the valley between her breasts, and to her delicate throat. Her pulse thrashes against her flesh, and I can feel every heartbeat through the column of her neck.
Still heavily panting, she wets her lips before breathing out, “Yes. I feel you.”
I hum. “Who owns this pussy, Adeline?” I ask darkly.
“You,” she whispers, the answer automatic.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “The man in your head isn’t the monster, little mouse. I am. Every time you scream out another’s name, I will replace it with my own. And I don’t care how much it fucking hurts.
“
I roll my hips into her, and she shudders against me, whimpers falling from her lips.
The moonlight spears through the balcony doors, painting our bodies in a soft aura only heaven can create. My eyes trace the curves of our bodies, soft lines that separate her soul from mine.
Two beings, scarred and desecrated, yet we look like fucking art. A masterpiece even da Vinci couldn’t do justice. I want to pin her to the wall and show her what art looks like when it’s fueled by passion.
“When you’re scared and can hardly breathe, this is where I’ll be. Deep inside of you. Whether I’m with you physically, or in your heart, I’m always going to be there.”
She shivers, and I withdraw my hips before driving deep inside her, pulling out a husky moan from her throat.
My control slips, and I let myself break for a moment, my head falling back, eyes rolling, and a groan escaping from the feel of her perfect cunt wrapped around me.
Goddamn nirvana.
Dropping my chin, I trace the curve of her thrumming neck with my lips, then bite down right over her pulse like a man possessed. Her fear tastes so much better than I imagined.
She inhales sharply, and I slide my mouth up to her ear, enamored by the way she shivers beneath me.
“I will chase away your demons, Adeline, and they will run and hide because I’m fucking scarier.”
I thrust inside of her deeply to emphasize my point, earning a sharp gasp. Her hand slaps down on my hip, sliding back until her claws dig into my ass.
“Zade,” she whispers, arching her back and grinding into me.
Biting back another groan, I lift her leg and hook my arm beneath her knee, keeping my thrusts short and hard and hitting that sweet spot inside of her that makes her pussy weep. Addie’s eyes roll, sleep-addled moans filling the room and inside my chest, spurring me to fuck her harder and faster.
I anchor her leg higher by sliding my hand up to her throat and squeezing tightly, eliciting higher-pitched moans with the new angle. I clench my teeth, overcome with a rainfall of emotions. Rage. Love. Need.
Obsession.
As they swell and magnify, my hand ascends up her neck and to the underside of her jaw.
“Look at me while I ruin you, Adeline.”
Grip harsh, I jerk her face towards mine, capturing her wide caramel pools with my own.
“You will always be mine,” I growl. “Even in your fucking nightmares.”
A cry rolls past her lips, but she doesn’t shy away. No, she meets each and every one of my thrusts with a force of her own.
Pleasure races down my spine, gathering at the base and nearly blinding me with ecstasy.
“Oh my God, Zade, please,” she pleads breathlessly.
Releasing her jaw, I slide my hand down the planes of her stomach to her drenched pussy, the tips of my fingers teasing her clit.
“You pray so pretty, little mouse,” I murmur. “But I want to hear you screaming for mercy.”
I pull out of her, my dick protesting loudly, and it’s almost painful to roll away from her to dig through the nightstand.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.