“You want to come all over my cock, baby?”
I nod my head frantically. He smiles in response. “Have you been my good little girl?” Another wobbly nod. “Then fucking say it, Adeline.”
I clench around him when I hear my full name spoken in his gravelly tenor. “I’m your good little girl,” I breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust.
He molds his front to my back, spearing through my tightening pussy. The hand in my hair travels down around my throat and squeezes tight while his other palm splays across my flat stomach. “Tonight is just practice but I promise you, little mouse, this body will be carrying all my babies one day,” he snarls, teeth gnashing.
His image blurs as my eyes roll and the tsunami wave finally crashes through me. I scream so loud, the noise nearly rattles the mirrors. Zade's name spills from my lips on a neurotic chant as my entire world combusts into tiny pieces.
“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight, milk my fucking cock,” Zade grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into me one last time, filling me with his seed until I can no longer fit anymore inside of me.
I feel our combined juices pour down my thighs, as I’m left panting and breathless on the floor. My body convulses from the aftershocks, even after I come down from the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.
I can’t fucking breathe, let alone mo
ve or think coherent thoughts.
None of that was natural. Absolutely none of it.
“I hope you know,” I pant. “I’m on birth control.”
He chuckles breathlessly. “For now.”
Before I can respond, a loud buzz disturbs the heavy atmosphere. My eyes snap towards the direction, locating the source immediately. My phone is lit up in my discarded jeans, buzzing wildly.
Fuck. Daya.
I scramble up and towards the phone, clenching my teeth from the feel of him sliding out of me. My thumb trembles violently as I click the green button on my screen.
“Hello?” I answer, wincing when I hear how shaky and hoarse my voice is.
“Where the fuck are you?” she shouts through her receiver, her own voice trembling and full of anger.
“I got lost, and my cell reception has been spotty,” I lie sheepishly, not willing to admit what really happened. Ignoring Zade's presence, I scramble to pull my clothes on. Cringing both from the yelling in my ear and the slickness trailing down my thighs.
“The park is closed, Addie! I got kicked out already, and they said that the House of Mirrors had already been cleared out. The stupid asshole security guard didn’t believe me when I said you didn’t come out. I’ve been worried fucking sick.”
Just as I slip on my shoes, a muttered, “shit,” sounds from behind me, drawing my attention.
Zade is staring at his phone, his face is cast in a severe expression.
He's wearing nothing but his black boots and undone jeans slung low, giving a mouthwatering view of the defined V disappearing beneath the fabric.
Daya's ranting fades to the background as my attention snags.
The light from his phone accentuates the muscles straining against his smooth flesh, the scars and the black, intricate tattoos only adding to his savagery.
The veins threading throughout his hands and arms are bulging and goddamn, if I wasn’t already leaning against a mirror, I’d collapse from how devastating he looks right now.
That masterpiece of jagged scars and rough edges fucked me into oblivion and vowed that I’d have his babies one day. I can’t breathe.
“Addie, I swear to fu—"
“I… I’ll be right out, Daya. I’m so sorry,” I respond, forcing my gaze away back to my surroundings, trying to gather my bearings.
Which is really hard to do in a house of a million mirrors.
She takes a deep, calming breath. “Okay, I'm sorry. I’ve just been really scared, Addie.”