Withdrawing to the tip, he thrusts inside me forcefully, and I cry out both from the bliss and the terror of being pushed over the edge.
But he doesn’t relent and continues to fuck me, testing the strength of the earth beneath us with every stroke. He keeps his hand tightly curled in my hair, bringing me back every time his hips push me forward.
I trade between staring out at the water and looking down into the unforgiving rocks that seem to come closer and closer.
My vision blackens from the acute pleasure radiating between my thighs, and the sounds that release from my throat are uncontrollable.
“Oh my God,” I sob, and he drives inside me so hard, my teeth clack from the force.
“You won’t find God in the sun when he’s already inside you,” he growls, reaching beneath me to find my clit and strum it expertly while hitting that perfect spot inside me, abusing it relentlessly until I erupt, my body going limp from how powerfully I come for him.
“Zade!” I scream, and I no longer care if I live, as long as this feeling never dies.
He gnashes his teeth, savagely fucking me until he meets the demise he sought after. A roar tears from his throat and he drives inside me so deeply, the both of us nearly meet our end at the bottom of the cliff.
We’d haunt Parsons Manor together, and it’s undeniable how much I love the sound of that.
“You have a spectacular forehead, my friend,” Zade says, a cloud of smoke swirling from the depths of his mouth. Jeff is strapped to a metal chair, and Zade is sitting across from him, puffing on a cigarette with one hand, and bouncing a little bouncy ball off his forehead with the other.
“Where the hell did you even get the ball from?” I ask, shaking my head as it rebounds off Jeff’s very red face again and back into Zade’s awaiting hand.
Our captive is not a happy camper. He’s seething at Zade, his entire body shaking from how heated he is.
He shrugs noncommittally. “I found it.”
Okay. Whatever.
The sound of tires crunching through dirt and blades of grass distracts me, and my heart drops with both adrenaline and anticipation.
“Claire’s here,” I announce. Zade only bounces the ball again in response, his posture relaxed as always.
There are at least fifty men surrounding the area, all hidden from sight. If shit goes awry, we have plenty of backup.
“Jay, she got a battalion with her?” Zade asks him, the Bluetooth chip in his ear as always. He’ll probably die with it in there. “…Three? Someone’s a nervous Nelly,” he murmurs.
“Three cars?” I clarify, my anxiety worsening. Sweat forms on my hairline, and I can’t tell if I’m nervous there’s going to be a full-blown shoot-out or if I’m nervous to see Claire.
The lead-up to the confrontation is what sends my nerves into a tailspin. The antic
ipation of what’s going to happen. Who’s going to get hurt or die. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, I find peace, as if I’m standing in the eye of a hurricane.
I just hate the calm before the storm.
“Did you think she’d come alone?” Jeff snips, staring at me like I’m stupid. I narrow my eyes, tempted to rip that ball from Zade’s hands and bounce it off his forehead myself. Then who’d look stupid?
Sensing my train of thought, Zade vaults the ball off his face without looking away from me, landing back into his hand perfectly, his grin deepening.
“Thank you.” I look at Jeff. “Next time, it’ll be a bullet.”
Smartly, he keeps his mouth shut. I was so hoping he wouldn’t.
Zade and I stand when car doors slam shut, the green ball dropping from his hand and rolling off into the distance, replaced by a gun. My own weapon is in my hand, my heart pounding heavily as we wait for Claire to enter.
Several nerve-racking moments later, the huge doors open, an entourage entering first, guns raised. Of course, when they spot us, they freeze, awaiting orders from the red-headed devil in the back, slowly breaking through her guards.
“Just as expected, Jeffrey. Did you really think you were convincing?” Claire’s musical voice rings out, finally making her way out of the group. They crowd around her, uncomfortable with her being exposed in any capacity.
Just like she apparently wasn’t stupid enough to believe Jeff actually captured us, she also wouldn’t believe that we don’t have the place surrounded by our own men.