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I come again, but he still keeps going.

“Kade—” My voice breaks as he speeds up, hammering into me.

“I’m not done yet.”

I don’t know how he keeps going. He’s still hard, while I feel like I’m going to faint.

I arch my back, my body bowing to take what he gives me.

We keep going like this, then I feel his cock jerking inside me, and he releases hot cum into my body.

It’s the strangest feeling, but I soak it up, relishing the heat inside me. I come again, too, and the two of us cry out loudly from the shared release.

Kade holds me up against the wall, our bodies covered in slick, hot sweat.

Burying his face in the side of my neck, he rasps, “You were made for me, Isabelle Kolyav. Now you really belong to me. You're mine. All fucking mine.”

“Yours?” I whisper.

“Oh yes. And now I’m taking you to my bed.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kade

“Kade, you’re going to get me in trouble,” Isabelle whispers, moving closer so she can grab my arm.

“You were already in trouble, Lolita. Right from the moment you kissed me.” I flash her a wicked smile and take her hand in mine, pulling her down the moonlit path in the woods.

“You’re right.” The silver moon shines on her face, brightening her eyes. “Everything with you equals trouble. Even a kiss.”

“You’re not wrong.” I chuckle.

She tries not to smile but fails. I watch her and get lost in how fucking beautiful she is. I’m completely and utterly transfixed by her. Not just obsessed anymore with wanting to own her. Now that I’ve had that taste I craved so badly, I’m fucking hooked.

The universe threw a curveball at me, and I caught it. Then I ran with it as fast as I would with a football to the end zone. My grandfather would call it a trick of Hermes, the Olympian god who was considered to be a divine trickster.

Shit will come back to screw with me in the morning because I’ve now broken all my rules for this girl.

This thing we have is a problem for me in more ways than one. But it’s not tonight’s problem. All I want to do tonight is be inside her as many times as possible.

From the instant I slid my dick into her body, I knew once wasn’t going to be enough. So, by the time we left the art studio, I had an itinerary planned out on what I was going to do to keep her with me for the rest of the night.

I’ve already had her in my bed twice and feasted on her on the dinner table, then my twisted mind thought of bringing her out here. This will be round four. The little doll just doesn’t know it yet.

Isabelle thinks we’re going on a mini adventure, but I’m planning to live out another one of my dark fantasies.

It’s just past two in the morning, and we’re heading to the court of Niflheim—the court to hell. Synonymous of Viking hell. It’s the place where the Knights hold executions for the most grievous of crimes.

It’s off limits to students, but they’re down here all the time making out, skinny-dipping in the secret pool, hosting private parties and fucking around—literally.

The place is the perfect breeding ground for wildness because it’s forbidden. People always do what they’re not supposed to. It makes it more tempting.

As I’m not exactly the kind who plays by rules I don’t need, I’ve been here several times.

Even though I have ulterior motives for bringing Isabelle out here and I like getting her to be bad with me, I thought she could do with something to take her mind off whatever is troubling her. The thing she won’t tell me.

I’m the pot, and she’s now the kettle.

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