“Fucking hell…” he moans, closing his eyes.
He grips the head of his cock and squeezes it as he pumps his hips and teases the pink tip. With his free hand, he touches the taps, turning the heat down and the cold up. The goosebumps that dot his skin grow more prominent and he shivers, stilling his hand and thrusting his hips instead. He likes the cold? I make a mental note and file it away in the back of my head.
As his thrusts become more forceful, I become painfully aware of my own arousal. I squirm on the stop, squeezing my thighs together and trying very hard not to fall against the door. As I watch him, I slip my fingers between my legs and gasp when I feel just how wet I am. My wetness leaks onto my fingers as more erotic pulses coat my insides with arousal. As I start to circle my clit, I watch him. I want to go in there, I decide as powerful surges of pleasure sneak up on me. I want to touch him, to look him in the eyes as he comes. I reach for the door handle and as the very tips of my fingers graze the metal, Kade tosses his head back and with an animalistic groan, he comes onto the glass. I pull my hand back as if the very metal is scalding hot. His groan snaps me back to reality and I free my hand from between my legs. Whoa. I blink once, no, twice and shake my head. What the hell just happened? I whirl on my heel and rush as quickly as I can back to the bed. I dive under the covers in record time and pull them right up to my chin. I stay like this for a while. I stay like this until Kade is finished in the shower, shuts the lights off and climbs into bed. He lies on his back, on his side and keeps his hands to himself.
I’m not sure who falls asleep first, but I know one thing for certain and this one thing terrifies me beyond anything—ever: I want Master Kade to touch me. I want his full lips to kiss every inch of my exposed flesh. As I lie here, I picture very vividly in my mind all of the dirty things I want to do to him and his alluring body. More importantly, I want to please him, to make him proud of me… and if that means I have to give my body to others, fine, they can have it. I will help the intense Kaden Sario and maybe, just maybe, he’ll help me in return.
Chapter Seven
Nine
I open my eyes and peer around Kade’s room. It’s much scarier during the day. Now it seems to lack the warmth that the fireplace at night brought. The thick, deep red curtains are shut and the only beam of morning sun filters in through a small gap. I hear no noise besides the sound of singing birds outside. I wait… and I wait. After a couple of minutes of sitting in complete silence, I realise I’m alone in the room. Sitting up, I wipe the sleep from my eyes. I feel rested, completely rested. I don't think I’ve slept in a more comfortable bed.
A knock at the door startles me out of the bed and I stand straight, clasping my hands behind my back. I’d much rather be clothed, but the sudden knock and rational fear of my Fortunate has me on my feet before I have the chance to grab my dress. I swallow hard, my pulse racing through my body, as the handle turns and the door opens. Behind my back, I run my fingers over my palm collecting sweat as images of Kade in the shower flash through my mind… the goosebumps on his skin… his wet slicked hair… the water as it rolled down his throat and vibrated against his flesh when he groaned…
“Nine?”
I blink rapidly, bringing myself back to reality. Portia averts her stare to the floor and a red hot blush tears over my face and flashes down my spine. Since she’s not a Fortunate, I quickly bring my hands up to shield myself.
“Master Kade says you’re needed in the kitchen in ten minutes… One of the kitchen hands was killed last night.” My stomach churns as she brings her eyes to mine. Suddenly, I realise they’re red rimmed and swollen. “You’re on breakfast duty until Master Vince is finished with Thirteen.”
I frown. What would Vince want with Thirteen? I feel my face straighten out. Oh.
Portia turns and leaves before I get the chance to offer my condolences. Though I don’t know the Unfortunate that was killed, it seems she does… or, did.
I step towards my crumpled dress on the floor. I have to put the flimsy fabric back on in order to make it to my room to change into something a little more... breakfast appropriate.
I’m stopped in my tracks as the sound of a shoe scuffing over a loose wooden floorboard pulls my attention. I look toward the door and freeze when my stare falls onto Vince’s angry, black eyes. Panic, pure terrifying panic slams into my chest at the sight of his busted lip, bruised eye and swollen nose. Did Master Kade do that to him? Because of me? I find it unlikely he’d do something so… violent to his little brother over an Unfortunate—over me—and if he did… if he’s capable of such brutality against his own family, killing me would be the easiest thing in the world.