The Unfortunates(74)

He shakes his head—the perfect picture of indifference. “Stupid girl.” His insult rolls off my newly thick skin. He’s out of his mind if he thinks his ‘old Kade’ behaviour is going to drag me back to the beginning. We’ve passed that point. Fortunate or not, he’d never hurt me.

“You see me only for yourself.”

His dark irises flare, seeming more dark brown than black. “I see you as a mere toy I possess.”

My eyes drop to his lips and he runs his tongue over it slowly—the purpose to moisten them or moisten me, I have no idea.

“And yet you refuse to use it for its only purpose.”

Keeping my hands against the wood and not on his body, I push my head forward, crushing my lips to his. I feel his body tense against mine, as he no doubt tries to make sense of my actions. I run my tongue along his bottom lip and a growl emanates deep in his chest. He kisses me back with wild abandon and I open my mouth to him. Not a second later, I feel his fingers glide quickly under my dress and up my thigh, making me quiver. They slow as they reach the top, almost hesitantly, and I bite down on his bottom lip, causing him to gasp into my mouth. His fingers press against my centre and I shudder as one slips between my lips and touches a small, electrifying spot. I moan loudly, subconsciously thrusting my hips into his finger.

“You’re so goddamn wet I could slip right in,” Kade groans against my lips. “Fuck, I want to slip inside and fuck you until you dissolve into nothing.”

Oh, I want this… I want him. He kisses me roughly, fucking my tongue with his. A shiver rips down my spine as he begins to circle my little bundle of nerves. My stomach twists and I begin to pant and moan every time our lips separate for air.

“Touch me,” he demands against my lips and I falter with my kiss. How? How do I touch him? Is there a certain way I’m supposed to do it? Kade growls impatiently, lowering his mouth to my neck. “Put your fucking hands on me.”

His finger strokes me ruthlessly, sending an electrifying pulse through my body and I rake my fingers through his hair, drawing him even closer to me. His hair is soft, feeling exactly how I imagined it.

“Oh, god!” Something sinister builds and builds in my stomach, threatening to spill over and crush my organs. “Wait. Wait!” I gasp, not ready for what’s about to hit me. “Stop.”

I hear him chuckle darkly under his breath and I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. Kade slips the very tip of his finger into me and my breath hitches at the sudden friction and pressure. My back arches and my entire body clenches as I scream out and waves of ecstasy roll over me. Kade crushes his mouth to mine as vibrations shake my body and I grind my hips into him, unashamed by my outburst, until the intense pulses cease to exist. When he pulls away, his breath hits my face in heavy bursts and I can’t help a lazy smile as I glance up at him through heavy lids.

“You don’t fear me anymore…” A statement, not a question.

“No,” I reply, uncurling my fingers from his hair. I smooth out his jacket and allow my fingers to brush along his rough jaw, speckled with shadow. “Not anymore.”

“Why?” He releases me, bringing his hand to rest on my thighs. He’s frustrated. I can hear it in his tone—deep and gruff.

My smile fades. Why don’t I fear him? I don’t even know the answer to that. In the beginning, he was the most terrifying thing in my life, but somewhere along the line, the fear melted away and we’re… I don’t know… friends, maybe.

“You saved me,” I utter, avoiding his stare. “I trust you.”

Though our conversation has flowed into casual territory, his length still presses hard into my thigh. I flick my gaze to his and heat filters into my cheeks as his dark, stormy irises study my face.

“If you trust me, you’ll do this for me.”

He knows I’ll do it and he knows I don’t have a choice. I straighten my posture, trying desperately to remain unaffected by Kade, who stands dominantly between my legs. “I’ll do it, but you have to kill him before it goes too far. I don’t want to have sex with anyone…” I pause because that’s not entirely true. “Unless it’s y—”

His fingers dig into my thighs. “Don’t say it.”

I cover his hands with mine. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to make this harder than it already is.”

I frown. “Harder than it already is?”

Peering up at me from underneath his brow, his face betrays no softness. “You think I don’t think about it? You think when I sleep on my hands most nights it’s for fun? No. I struggle with myself every day when it comes to you.” He exhales slightly, slumping his shoulders ever so subtly. “I am different to the rest and they know it, too. I’m watched all of the time and they’re just waiting for me to fuck up. I almost have. If this becomes more than a normal Fortunate/Unfortunate relationship and we’re caught… neither of us is coming out of this alive.”