He smiled at my wetness, how I practically gushed out my arousal. “Such a pretty, messy brat, aren’t you?” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. “You know what I like for brats to do?”
“What’s that, Cade?” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.
He unbuckled his pants and pushed them off. A naked Cade was a masterpiece to witness. He towered over me, his cock straining with that piercing as it stood to attention again, thicker and bigger than I kept thinking I could take. Yet, I’d just had him, and my mouth watered to do it all over again.
“I like for brats to be quiet and listen. We have a much better use for your mouth than to have you be talking right now.”
He didn’t give me much time to respond before he climbed over me and tilted his dick to my lips. He placed his hands on the wall above the headboard and said, “Open.”
“I—”
He thrust in. He really did want me to shut up. He fucked my mouth hard and fast like he needed it to sustain life. I took every thrust with pleasure and rocked my hips as I did. I loved seeing him coming undone, loved how he needed me in the moment, and loved the words he growled as he did. “I’m going to fuck you all night, dollface. Fuck you till you can’t walk, can’t breathe, can’t talk—unless it’s to scream my name. And it will be only my name you’re screaming.”
He pushed himself off me fast before he came in my mouth, and then he was down by my lower half, putting a pillow under my ass. “No more men near my pussy, you understand?”
“Cade,” I pulled at the tie again. “It was just f—”
“No more fun unless it’s withme.” He parted my folds again. “You’re mine.”
“Cade, there’s no way I can get there again,” I murmured because I felt my body shaking, not sure I could handle another.
He smiled with confidence. “I get one more. And then I’m still going to fuck you, baby. You’re on my side. My side, my rules.”
He lowered his head, and his tongue ravished me.
I screamed his name the whole night. I blacked out screaming it, I think. And I didn’t regret it, not even for a moment.
What this man orchestrated, what he gave me, what he let me do without shame, it was dangerous, because I realized I didn’t want to bottle up my emotions and desire anymore.
I felt free.
I felt alive and indestructible.
But I wasn’t.
18
Cade
Iwoke to the faint buzz of Izzy’s phone vibrating from the living room. Someone was texting her again, and with it being so damn early, I needed to know who. Not wanting to move from her side, though, I grabbed my phone and did what I did best.
I hacked hers.
It was a complete invasion of her privacy, something a man should never do, and yet I did it with no remorse. The woman wasn’t going to have any secrets from me for too much longer if we kept going at this pace anyway.
I took over her system so I could operate her phone as if I were holding it and accessed her new messages. Over thirteen new ones, all from her ex.
I clicked into the inbox and saw red—hot, deep, anger. The man had been texting her nonstop. Berating her. Threatening her. Complaining to her about his stupid daddy’s company. Loving her. Hating her. Coaxing her. Sending her pictures.And now there were pictures of the flowers he said he’d left at her doorstep.
He was a goddamn stalker. Said me, the guy scrolling through her phone without permission. But Izzy was mine to fuck with. Not someone else’s. She did the same to me time and time again.
With Gerald, she didn’t answer him or engage with him. He’d fucked with her long enough.
I petted the waves of her hair before I curled up next to her and extended my arm to snap a picture.When I was satisfied with the outcome, I sent it his way with a text.
Me:She’s fine. She’s asleep with me. And she doesn’t like lilies, dipshit. Stop sending them.
Gerald: Is that Cade Armanelli?