But I know that I would’ve woken up the next day and hated myself. Because I would’ve slept with a stalker, a murderer and a man who has forced himself on me on several occasions. I would’ve slept with a man who doesn’t respect my boundaries, my personal space, or the word no.
And I know without a shadow of a doubt that’s exactly what’s about to happen. How do I accept that? How do I toss away the moral compass that’s been directing my entire life?
For a man that I should loathe, but… I don’t. I just don’t. He’s all those things, but he’s also one of the most admirable men I’ve ever met. The devotion and passion he has for saving women and children stolen away from their homes and lives, he’s doing something massive in the world and making an impact in a substantial way. I can't even begin to put into words the way he makes me feel.
He’s such a fucking oxymoron. Contradicting in the most agonizing ways.
And despite his cracked moral compass, I feel safe with him. Even now, when fear is rewiring my brain.
I stop running, panting heavily.
Hopeless.
That’s what running from Zade is. Fucking. Hopeless.
Chest pumping, I wait for him to find me. Obviously, I’m not going to be able to outrun him. My only chance of escaping is to somehow incapacitate him, and then try to run.
A laugh bubbles up my throat.
He’s been training me to do just that, right? My shadow has been giving me the means to protect myself.
Against him.
Hot breath tickles my ear, sending chills down my spine. I close my eyes, biting my lip until I taste copper when I feel his body press into my back.
He keeps his hands to himself for now, but I know that won’t last much longer.
It’s no secret how much he loves to touch me without my permission.
“I’ll scream,” I threaten in a breathless whisper.
His breath fans across my neck as I feel him lean down. Soft lips brush the shell of my ear. Shivers cascade down my spine like a raging waterfall.
“That’s such a good little girl,” he replies.
I whip around, ready to tell him off, but not a syllable escapes when my lips are captured between his the second I come face-to-face with him.
Instinctively, I bite down on his bottom lip. A deep groan swirls through my mouth, spurring me to bite harder. Explosions riot from our connected mouths, along with the flavor of mint and a hint of smoke.
He tastes delicious, and I want him out of my mouth.
As if hearing my thoughts, his palm reaches up to wrap around the back of my head, his fingers tangling in the depths of my hair and pulling me impossibly closer.
And then I do something really stupid.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, lost in the taste of him. The feel of his lips against mine.
Realizing what I’m doing, I release his lip, attempting to pull away from him. His mouth is a drug, and just like the real thing, it causes me to make incredibly stupid decisions.
He doesn’t let me go and instead returns the sentiment. Sucking my lip into his mouth and delivering his own sharp nip. I gasp from the pain, granting him access and allowing him to invade my mouth.
My pussy responds in kind, throbbing from the feel of his tongue. Memories bombard me, remembering what that tongue felt like sliding against my clit.
An involuntary moan escapes, and the second he tastes my body’s betrayal, his kiss turns fierce.
He completely consumes me, sucking and licking my lips and tongue in a way I’ve never experienced. I’m helpless to stop him, just as I am helpless to fight it.
Another growl pings through my mouth, my only warning to his next move. He grabs my waist and twirls me right up against a mirror, pinning me against the cool glass as his body molds into mine.