“Now, Zara.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as my clit throbs between my legs. My body betrays me, reacting to his every move, his every word, and the heat spreading through my core has me snatching at air. He doesn’t let me escape, dropping his head as he closes the distance, smothering me in his aura as I struggle to breathe.
“You want this,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “You know you do. Now crawl to my fucking bed like a good little whore or I’ll be forced to treat you like a dirty little slut.”
My body shivers uncontrollably, and a jolt of pleasure rips through me.
Kade presses against me and my hand runs down his chest, encouraging him instead of pushing him away.
“You want to be a dirty fucking slut?” he hisses. “Gods, Zara, you’re such a fucking filthy whore, aren’t you?” His grip on my arm tightens and my legs tremble as I feel the strength in his muscles while he holds me against him.
He pulls me toward him and pushes me onto the bed, his eyes alight with a mixture of lust and determination. Kade climbs on top of me and his hips press against mine, making me moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. He kisses me roughly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me.
His erection digs into my core, and I struggle to remember why I’m resisting him. His weight sinks and his dick throbs against me, begging for release. I need it too, my body pleading with him to take control and fill me with his cock.
“Fuck me,” I whisper into his ear, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Kade growls, his hands shaking as he shreds my clothes, pulling them off me in seconds. He looks at me with a mix of hunger and desperation, unable to believe I’m offering myself to him, and his eyes betray him, telling me he wants this just as much as I do.
He doesn’t hesitate, stripping himself as fast as he stripped me, revealing his body that’s perfect for fucking. The tattoos adorning his chest and arms mark him as more powerful than most, and the sight of them sends my arousal soaring. His body is a temple of desire and lust, hard muscle and slick skin, and I can’t resist him any longer.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Not a fucking chance,” he hisses, lowering his head onto my breasts. “If you want my cock, you earn it.”
His hand wraps around my throat and I don’t fight him, enjoying the sensation as my excitement builds. His mouth leaves a trail of fire on my skin as he moves over my chest, playing with my breasts until I’m squirming underneath him. He bites and sucks until his teeth graze my nipple and my breath hitches as his bite turns vicious and pain rips through me.
Kade’s marking me, claiming me—and the thought excites me more than I’d like to admit. He’s my worst enemy and deepest desire, and as he presses himself against me, every inch of his body demands submission, and I enjoy being the filthy whore he wants me to be.
I want him to take me hard, to fuck me into oblivion. I want him to own me, and I want to give myself to him. I want the pleasure and the pain of him, and I want to bend and break under his command.
“Who owns you, Zara?”
“Please,” I whimper again, pleading with him to take me.
Kade laughs lightly and the sound sends a shiver down my spine. “You earn my cock, kitten. Now, who owns your cunt?”
I shake my head.
“Admit it,” he growls.
I don’t want to.
Not even to myself.
“Whose whore are you?” he asks.
Damn. His. I’m his whore, and it’s inescapable.
“Yours,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Kade’s eyes darken, and his grip on my throat tightens slightly. He leans down, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers, “Who owns your cunt?”
I swallow, aware of the power shift between us. “You.”
“Good,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Now show me just how much you want my cock.”
Kade’s hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to him. His erection throbs against my core as he kisses me roughly, claiming my mouth with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I moan into the kiss, feeling his dominance seeping into every part of me, and all I want is more.
