Page 89 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

He’s thinking about me while he’s touching himself.

I should go away and allow him his privacy but my feet are stuck. I can’t move even if I wanted to. Squinting, I look at him and the tingly sensation between my legs intensifies.

The moonlight casts a glow on him that makes him look like a being from out of this world. A mythical creature. His hair is messy and a short strand falls over his forehead. His eyes are closed and he is biting his plump bottom lip. His look of concentration makes me wonder if he’s thinking about me. And if so what does he think? What does he see?

Heat starts to crawl up my neck when he throws his head back and parts his lips. My gaze falls from his handsome face down to his glistening chest to his hand that is shuttling up and down his dick, and it’s a picture that has my aching between my legs.

Then he growls my name and I watch him almost in a trance. His muscles tighten, and then he groans while his hand shuttles quickly up and down his length until his body relaxes and he tips his face up, but he doesn’t look satisfied. He looks hungry.

I feel it too.

The hunger that is slowly building up inside of me. A hunger and a need for him.

Especially when I hear him flicker his lighter and light a cigarette.

Oh, this man is really something.

The cherry glow of his cigarette allows me to catch the exact moment his head turns my way and sees me there watching him. Shit. When I think he’s going to say something to further embarrass me he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a long drag and expels the smoke upwards and then looks at me without saying anything. Times cease to stop and I don’t move. I’m frozen in place while he lies there smoking comfortably with semen on his stomach and his cock still erect. How the hell is he still hard?

Feeling the need between my legs intensifying with every passing second, I do my best to break this spell I seem to be under and scramble back towards his bedroom door not knowing what to do with myself.

“Did you like what you saw, love?” Vitali asks the moment my back hits the door.

Busted.

Squeezing my eyes shut, thankful he couldn’t see me from that far, I held my hand over my racing heart. “I’m sorry. I?—”

“I’m not.” he drawls. I slowly open my eyes and try to calm myself before I make a fool out of myself. I’m a grown woman for fucks sake yet at this moment I feel like a teenage girl.

“So, did you like it?” he asks again. “Seeing me fuck my hand to thoughts of you?” He’s so filthy and has no shame whatsoever. He’s also very calm about it. It only makes him hotter to me.

So confident in himself.

“I d-didn’t mean to…” I stumbled over my words. Ugh. I really need to leave this room. I don’t even know how to say I’m sorry for invading his privacy. I should feel sorry but deep down I don’t feel all that sorry.

Seeing him lose control like that was just as thrilling as watching him in his element. When he’s torturing an enemy. Hunting and preying on them.

Suddenly darkness is no longer hiding me from view.

Vitali turned on his bedside lamp, illuminating the room. Feeling exposed, I feel the urge to run and hide, not wanting him to see me flustered with reddened cheeks. “All I saw was you, you know. Your face. Your eyes. Your body,” His voice was hushed, dragging through the dense air. “Earth-shatteringly beautiful. You make the world stop spinning every time I look at you.” My stupid heart threatened to burst from the confines of my chest, pressing against my ribs in a way I shouldn’t let it. I place my hand on the doorknob, twisting it but not ready to go. “Next time, you should come and join me.” His hot gaze on me only makes me hotter. Then the arrogant, beautiful bastard grins.

“I…um…” My face must be as red as a tomato. “Good night.” I blurt out before turning and hurrying out his door. I make my way toward my room and once inside I feel like I’m able to breathe. Climbing into bed, I let out a deep exhale when my head hits the pillow.

Even when I close my eyes his image is there in all his naked glory touching himself and I can still hear his whisper of need. My name on his lips.

“You’ll be the death of me, Solonik…” I breathe out. “If this life doesn’t kill me first you sure will.”

My phone buzzes on top of the bedside table. I reach for it, and when I unlock it, I find a new message notification from an unknown number.

Unknown: When you’re ready, I’ll make every single part of you that you thought was dead come alive again.

Unknown: Ask and it’s yours.

Vitali.

I start to wonder how he got my number but then I remember I am starting to think there’s nothing this man can’t do. Nothing he can’t get his hands on.

I once thought my heart was bulletproof but he quickly proved it wasn’t. He got his tattooed hands all over every piece of my heart and my soul.

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