AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His strange praise and approval send a flutter through my soul.
I drag in unsteady breaths as the whirling tension inside me reaches unbearable levels again. If he’s going to deny me another orgasm, he will do it any second now. Fear and desperation and shameless pleading fill my eyes as I look up at him, silently begging him not to do it.
A pleased smirk blows across his sharp features.
And the vibrator stays in place.
My pussy aches with pent-up need as I reach the very edge again.
Strong pulses vibrate against my clit.
The edge is right there. I—
Release explodes through me.
I gasp, and my body jerks in my restraints, making the chain rattle, as a violent orgasm sweeps through me.
Kaden keeps the vibrator against my clit, intensifying the release, and I come so hard that stars flash before my eyes.
Moans drip from my lips like honey and my legs shake uncontrollably as pleasure crashes through my whole body. It’s more intense, more intoxicating, than anything I have ever experienced before.
And if this addictively dangerous man could accomplish that with just a vibrator, then I can’t help but wonder what he could do to me if he ever fucked me properly.
14
KADEN
“Kaden.” My mother’s voice cuts through the memories playing over and over again inside my head. “What are you thinking about?”
I’m thinking about when I tied up Alina a week ago and edged her over and over again until she broke down sobbing and begged me to let her come. I’m thinking about the flickers of pleasure that burst like starlight behind her eyes right before she comes. I’m thinking about those tiny little whimpers that spill from her lips when she’s near the edge. I’m thinking about how her small body trembles before a waiting orgasm. I’m thinking about how she gasps and how her eyes go wide when she finally falls over the edge. And I’m thinking about the pleasure that radiates from her eyes, bright as sunlight, when she comes, and how the sight of it makes my heart skip a beat.
I made Alina come two more times, just so that I could commit every one of those extraordinary details to memory, before I finally released her from the handcuffs and spreader bar and allowed her to leave. Though at that point, her body was so utterly spent that she could no longer walk, so I ended up having to carry her to my car and then drive her back to her house.
But I naturally can’t tell my mother any of that, so I just look up from my plate and give her a reassuring smile that I know from experience that she believes. “Nothing. Just school stuff.”
At the head of the table, my father nods, completely believing that fake smile as well.
“Of course,” he says, and flashes our mother, who sits opposite him, a proud smile. “Kaden has always been the most diligent about his education out of all of our boys.”
“Hey,” Jace protests from where he sits directly across from me. “You’re our parents, you’re not supposed to play favorites.”
Our father levels such a disapproving look on Jace that he actually shrinks in his seat.
Jonathan Hunter is a man who commands respect just by walking into a room. Eli, Jace, and I all got our impressive build from him. He is tall and broad-shouldered, with straight brown hair and blue eyes so sharp that they could cut steel. That, combined with the fact that he is a legendary hitman, makes people incredibly careful not to cross him. And he raised us with the same arrogant the-world-belongs-to-me attitude that he also has, so he really shouldn’t be so surprised when we exhibit those same traits.
“You, young man,” Jonathan says, his sharp eyes locked firmly on Jace. “Will be no son of mine if you continue to neglect your studies at Blackwater.”
“I’m not neglecting them,” Jace retorts with a sullen glower.
“If the—”
“Jonathan, please,” our mother interrupts. From where she sits at the end of the table on my left, she reaches forward and places one hand on my forearm and the other on Jace’s in a comforting gesture. “Must we argue like this when we finally have all four of our boys here with us for the first time in ages?”
Light from the candles that have been placed along the polished oak table glitter in her warm brown eyes as she bats her long lashes at her husband. Sofia Morelli might not be a leader in the Morelli mafia family, since she is only one of the daughters of one of Federico’s sisters, but she still knows exactly how to get people to do what she wants.
And our father has never been able to deny her anything, so he heaves a deep sigh and leans back in his chair again.
“Of course not, Sofia,” he says. “You’re right. Let’s not argue.”
