The Unfortunates(73)
“I never change my mind,” he states and I swallow hard.
“Okay… how do you want to do it?”
“You’ll distract him, like you would Albert, and I’ll kill him.”
My stomach churns and rolls, forcing my hands to clench into fists. He wants me to seduce his father, distract him so he can kill him?
“He will see me coming, Nine. I never allow myself to be alone in a room with him and he knows it. If I try, he’ll see right through me. I need you to get him alone in his bedroom.”
“Why would you make me do that? I thought we—”
“You thought we what?” he snaps, daring me to continue. Problem is, I don’t even know what I was going to say. I thought we had an understanding? I thought we were something? I shake my head, hating the way my shoulders slump. “You said you’d help me.”
“And I will, I just thought those kinds of requests were behind us… after everything that has happened.”
“Regardless of what has happened, you are still my Unfortunate.”
“Unfortunate?” I can’t help the offended gust of air that spills from my mouth. “You are an assh—”
He snatches my face in one quick hand and I wince at the pressure as he draws it to his, digging his fingers into my cheeks. His smell flows over me and my knees wobble… God. “If you let the rest of that word roll of your tongue, you’re going to regret it.” I clench my jaw and cringe as Kade’s fingers dig in. “You keep expecting me to be sweet and kind, but I’ve never been either of those things in my life. You’re lucky I don’t bend you over my desk and fuck you like the meaningless possession you are.”
I flinch at his fallacious words and watch as his eyes drop to my mouth and his lips part as a heavy breath flows through them.
“Why haven’t you?” I ask, throwing caution to the wind. He cringes imperceptibly. “Why haven’t you hurt me? Taken me against my will?”
He ponders my question, his face serious and hard. “Because I—”
“Because you care?” I challenge him. “Because I’m not just the meaningless possession you believe I am?”
“Don’t be so imprudent, Unfortunate, it might come back and bite you on the ass.”
“Don’t be so witless, Fortunate.” I slap his hand away, playing on deadly ground now. Relief radiates through my jaw. “You’re not as scary as you want people to believe. You want to threaten me? To hurt me? You want to rip off my clothes and fuck me all over your room while I cry and beg you to stop? Do it, because if you’re going to threaten me and it’s going to happen anyway, why drag on my impending doom? The day makes no difference to me.”
Kade snaps forward, gripping my hips with devastating force and crushing me to his body. He forcefully brushes all of his paperwork and pens off of the desk and onto the floor before lifting me and dropping me roughly against the hard surface.
“You want to play a game? You want to test me?” He forces my thighs open with his knee and panic instantly bubbles in my chest.
“Stop!” I demand, as his hands claw at the edge of my dress and he forces the fabric further up my thighs. “Kade, stop!”
I’m in the deep end now and it’s all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “You want to see how evil I really am? You want me to prove it to you?”
He drops his weight on me, pinning me firmly against the wood. His hard length presses right into the apex of my thighs and tingles flare throughout my body, almost reducing me to jelly. I’m paralysed… and underneath the fear, tingles roar through my body and I like it. His fingers dig into my hair and tighten, making me wince as he tugs my head back.
“You think I’m nice enough not to fuck your tight, virgin cunt until it bleeds for me? Think again, Unfortunate, and make no mistake. You mean nothing to me. I protect you because you wear my crest. You belong to me.”
His eyes flare, daring me to speak again. I’ve already come this far and although he’s giving me a way out of this, I can’t take it. Here I am, pinned under his incredibly hard body, totally helpless... and yet, I’ve never felt so in control in my life. I love that I made him mad. I love that I, Nine, using only the words of my mouth, have pissed off a Fortunate. The feeling is addicting—it elates me and I can’t stop now.
“You killed for me.”
“For respect. I killed in honour of my own name.”
“You held me while I cried, you let me sleep in your bed, and you can’t handle the thought of someone else touching me or telling me what to do.”