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"If you’re sure—"
"I am, I—" Someone calls his name from the side. "I gotta go, man, good talking to you."
"Stay in touch, Knight, you—"
The phone cuts out. I toss the device on the bed, stare at it for a minute, then walk through the sliding doors and onto the balcony that overlooks the city. Unlike most Londoners, I prefer not to live in a hundred-year-old Victorian building. This newly built, luxury condominium is more to my taste.
Not only do I have the penthouse—obviously—but I also have, and this is a big plus, a housekeeping service that comes by discreetly and cleans the place when I’m not around. Which is much of the time.
I’ve never had a problem being on the road. In fact, I’ve welcomed it. Being away meant I didn’t have to think about my past or my parents—who I haven’t been in touch with—or beat myself up over the fact that I wasn’t as good a brother to Zara as I should have been. As I should be now. At least, she’s always been independent, which alleviates my guilt somewhat.
And then there’s Abby, and the fact that she’s constantly on my mind. And I’m in touch with her brother. What sort of a man plots to take revenge on a woman when her brother is his best friend? The kind who has no conscience. Anyway, didn’t Knight, himself, say that what Abby did to me was wrong? And that she knows it. She deserves what’s coming to her. Whatever happens between Abby and me is of no concern to anyone else. Not even Knight.
I grip the handrail, and gaze at the city that stretches out in front of me. The place where I grew up. Where I plan to live up to my nickname and be the King of not only the headlines, but also of the corporate world. I’ve been investing everything I earn into building up my business and seeing the returns on my capital is almost as sweet as hitting the ball against my opponent. Speaking of, I need to get to practice, but first… I have somewhere else I need to be.
I pivot, head inside, jump into the shower and am dressed in under ten minutes. I grab my kit and head out the door. When I pull up in front of her apartment, my heart jumps in my chest. I’m not excited to see her.I’m not.It’s the adrenaline rush that comes with the prospect of the upcoming practice session. I love the outdoors and given the only matches I’ll get to play until March are overseas, it’s important for me train and keep fit. Yep, that’s the only reason my heart thumps in my chest. It’s the only reason my pulse is racing. It’s why my breathing speeds up as I jump out of the car, then key in the code for the entrance of her apartment block—I watched her key in the code last time—and run up the stairs. When I reach her apartment, I’m not even winded. I slide the key from my pocket, open the door and walk in—through the living room into the bedroom where she’s sleeping under the covers.
Her arm is flung out to the side, her thick hair flowing about her shoulders. Her features are flushed in her sleep. I watch her eyeballs move behind her closed eyelids. Is she dreaming? She turns on her back and flings off the cover. I draw in a sharp breath. Her sleep shirt is bunched about her waist. Her panties are a swatch of white lace between her lush thighs. She parts them, then slides her fingers under the waistband.
9
Abby
"Cade." I arch up and into his touch. He’s leaning over me, his heterochromatic eyes eating me up with his gaze. He plants one thigh between my legs, spreading them apart, then digs his other knee into the bed. I’m forced to widen my legs to accommodate the girth of both of his heavy thighs. He holds my gaze, then wraps his fingers about my wrist and brings my digits up to his mouth. He wraps his lips around my fingertips and sucks my cum off of them. His gaze intensifies. Sparks of blue and grey flash behind his mis-matched eyes, turning them into the fiery tail of a meteor that streaks across the skies. My belly quivers. Heat licks up my slit. My toes curl. I begin to squeeze my thighs together, but his bulk stops me.
"Cade," I murmur.
"What do you want, Sparrow?"
When he calls me Sparrow, I know we are back to being the Cade and Abby we were before I spoiled it all. Before I turned his life upside down. Before I changed the course of his future. Before I lost the happy-go-lucky, selfish existence I led and realized actions always have consequences.
My body trembles as he places my hand against my side, then pushes my panties aside and wedges two of his thick fingers inside my channel. My pussy instantly clamps down on the intrusion. Shockwaves of lust oscillate up my spine. I open my mouth, but no sound emerges. I dig my fingers into the bedclothes and hold on as he adds a third finger, then begins to work them in and out of me. In-out-in. He thrusts his fingers in, and my entire body jolts. He pulls them out to the very edge of my pussy, and I instantly feel the loss.
"More, please, more," I gasp.
His lips twist. A fierce look comes into his eyes. He bends over me and plants his fist into the pillow next to my head. His presence blocks out everything else; the heat from his body is like a furnace. Gusts of warmth wrap around me and pin me to the bed as he continues to saw his digits in and out of me. A pulsing sensation vibrates out from the point of contact. Heat flushes my skin. My blood thrums at my pulse points.
All of my attention is focused on where he’s working my pussy, where he’s destroying that most sensitive part of me. Where he’s playing me like he knows exactly how to pull the kind of response from me that will shatter me, break me, leave behind the remnants of the woman I am, the one I want to become when I’m in his presence—his compliant, malleable, obedient, submissive, whose only goal in life is to please him.
If I were awake, I’d never admit to myself what I want. That from the first time I laid eyes on him when I was thirteen, I knew he was my future. That our paths would cross over and over, until they fused and became one. Until he owned me, possessed me, used me, abused me. Until he made me do exactly what he wanted. Until he broke me, consumed me, manipulated me, utilized every inch of my body to serve him, to service him. Until he imprinted his touch in every last secret nook and cranny of me. Until… He makes me his.
A jolt oscillates through me. My entire body catches fire. The pulses of desire sweep up me, and I curve my back, rising off the bed. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting…waiting for that sweet release, for my desire to overwhelm me. For that fleeting glimpse of light that’s getting closer, closer. Almost there. Almost. He pulls his fingers out from between my legs. The orgasm hovers at the edge for a second. Tip over. Tip me over.Please?
The sensations pull back, then fade away. I almost cry out with frustration. Of course, he’s not going to let me come. He said he wouldn’t let me orgasm. He said he was going to teach me a lesson. That he’d never allow me to find the release I so crave.
"Fuck you, Cade."
"Not for a while, Princess."
I snap my eyes open and lock my gaze with his. OMG, it’s not a dream. I’d been sure it was a dream. But it’s not. He’s here in my bed, poised over me with his fingers inside me. Fingers that he pulls out and shoves inside my mouth.
"Lick me off."
I draw down my eyebrows, preparing to protest, when he wraps the fingers of his other hand about my throat. He squeezes with enough pressure that I part my lips. Instantly, he thrusts his fingers forward and over my tongue.
"Do it," he growls.
I lick the sweet, complex taste of my cum from his digits.
