I angle my head. Did I not just have an orgasm by his hand? “But it already has, hasn’t it? Become more than a normal relationship?”
I want him to admit it. I want him to admit that over the past few weeks he has developed feelings for me, like I have for him. Mine started the day after he saved me from the Black House. In the morning, we had breakfast together and neither of us said a thing. Then he left, locking me in his room until nightfall. When he came back, he switched off my lamp and climbed into bed. That was enough for me. In those dark nights, all I had was him. He comforted me, soothed me back into my own skin by wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. In those weeks, he didn’t have to say much, but then again, actions have always spoken louder.
He grits his teeth and I see his perfect jaw tighten. “What exactly are you fishing for? A declaration of feelings? Of love? So I made you come,” he states plainly with a shrug of his shoulders. “Don’t be so naïve. Orgasms are a specialty of mine that I’m more than happy to give away.”
“Even though you’re not allowed to,” I point out. A selfless act, really. “Tell me, how many Unfortunates have you made come by your hands?”
“Don’t play this game with me.”
“How many?” I ask again, more forceful this time.
When he allows it I like to push him, and there’s something that tells me he likes it when I push. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about arguing with someone who’s supposed to be in ‘power’ that electrifies every cell in my body. Dominating a Fortunate and making them uncomfortable is every Unfortunate’s wet dream.
“One.”
I manage to keep my lips from curling victoriously. “One.”
Exactly what I thought.
He smirks. “You’re reading into it. In this world, you have to watch who you fraternise with. You don’t want anyone to slip up and spill all of your secrets, so yes, only one. One that I trust will not share it with anyone else.”
“I wouldn’t,” I say with absolute confidence.
In this house, Kade is the only Fortunate I’m loyal to, everyone else can go to hell.
“I’ve answered your intrusive questions and sated your annoying curiosity. Are you finished?”
My fingers twitch around his. “For now.”
Kade’s irises flare and the corner of his lips pull further. “Good, now we can get back to work.”
He pulls away from me and straightens his thick, black tie. While he adjusts his clothes, I adjust mine and slip off of his desk. My bare feet press into sheets of paper and pens. Out of instinct, I reach down to tidy them up.
“Leave them,” Kade orders. “We’ve got other things we need to deal with.”
I straighten my posture, placing my hands on my hips. “Like what?”
With a tiny breathtaking smile, he slips his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Take off my clothes and I’ll show you.”
I feel my brows pull in, furrowing tightly. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Take off my clothes,” he drawls. “And I’ll show you.”
“Is-is this a joke?” I wonder aloud as I step closer to him.
He exhales in annoyance and angles his head. The way he looks at me from such an adorable angle kicks the rate of my pulse up a notch. “Keep wasting my time and you’re going to wish it was.”
I suck in a breath and stroll towards him. Naturally, I reach for his tie and, naturally, he swats me away before I even see it coming.
“The jacket is first,” he tells me in a dark, frustrated tone as I hiss and cradle my hand to my chest.
“You know this whole thing would go a lot smoother if you just told me what you wanted me to do instead of slapping me away whenever I try.”
“Are you even trying?”
“Yes!” I shout and when his eyes darken like coal, I wish I could take it back.
“So you’re telling me you don’t have a single seductive bone in your tight little body? Not even one?”
I shrug. “I don’t know… but if I do, let me figure it out on my own. You and your slapping isn’t helping.”
“You want to do this on your own? Without any coaching?”
I almost scoff. Coaching, my ass. I think he looks for excuses to piss me off and turn my skin pink. “Yes.”
Abruptly, he reaches out for my waist and tugs me into him. I’m still in his grasp as his brooding eyes scan my face. “Good luck with that. You do whatever you have to do to distract my father.” He drags an index finger over my bottom lip and I bite the inside of my cheek as his warm breath skitters across my face. “But if these lips touch his, I’ll kill you both,” he adds in a whisper and I almost smile.