Page 90 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

I read both messages twice and I start to type a response before I think better. There’s nothing I can say. I want the man and he knows it. If he didn’t before he does now.

I quickly saved his contact and then I dropped the phone next to me.

When you’re ready, I’ll make every single part of you that you thought was dead come to live.

Ask and it’s yours.

Closing my eyes, I let the hand that rests on my chest wander to the place that aches as I hear his dark voice whisper those words to me in my ear. I touched myself for the first time in my life and all I can see is him. His handsome face looking down at me with hunger. The hard muscles on his stomach. His playful smirk.

I see his hooded gaze filled with desire as he takes my hair in his hands and brings my mouth to his. I imagine all the dirty things he would do to me if I asked him.

I bet it would feel much better than my fingers do.

But for now, this is the only way to put out the fire he started before I lose my mind.

All I feel is that I have reached a level of ecstasy I’ve never felt before him.

After it’s over, I lie there still feeling aroused, sacred, excited, and restless.

The momentary high dies down and I’m still left hungry just like he was.

That’s the thing about Vitali.

Whether I like to admit it or not the man made my knees weak. He made me tongue-tied and confused. He made me want things I never thought possible.

And as I slowly find sleep, my last thought is how he indeed made every part of me come alive.

Chapter 27

VITALI

NOT SO HEARTLESS

“Here’s to hoping…” — K

“Don’t look at me like that, spawn.” Kadra’s hairless cat, Greta, looks at me as if she doesn’t approve of what I’m doing, then weaves in and out of my legs, meowing to get my attention. I scoop her up and hold her in my arm like a football, as I walk around a room I had no business being in to begin with.

I couldn’t help myself.

A famous poet once said, ’All is fair in love and war’ and I can’t agree more. I’ve never been one to abide by the rules and I’ve led my life always doing whatever is necessary to get what I want. That is the excuse I tell myself for why I’m currently crossing a line and going through Kadra’s things.

The woman gives me no choice really. Something tells me I’m running out of time here and I have the clock against me. I fear that after we’re done with the Beauregard fuckers she’ll use that as an excuse to push me away. The charity event the governor is hosting as a facade to traffic the kids is not far away. I need to win over her heart before she gets scared again.

And don’t get me wrong my beautiful stubborn woman has given more in the last couple of days, than I ever imagined she would but I’m one greedy fuck and I want everything. I need to know what makes her heart beat faster. What dreams does she hold close to her heart? I need to find out everything that makes her smile when life never gave her much to smile about.

She shared with me her dream of playing her cello for a crowd and in truth it made something inside of me ache. She has more money than most people have in their lifetime. Power, too. Yet she dreamed of something so simple. Something most people take for granted.

Playing her cello.

Fuck, my sweet, sweet girl.

She did everything she could so her sisters could live happy lives. It’s her time to finally get her one day in the sun dammit.

Putting Greta down, she scurries away, leaving me alone to continue looking around Kadra’s room. Shit, guilt claws me but I push it down and focus on the end goal. The only one that has ever mattered. Her. My kid. Us.

This room to someone who doesn’t know her might seem like a typical master room with modern art hanging on the walls and expensive decor but I see what some might miss if they don’t pay attention to the small details.

This room with black walls, black bedding and black everything is the heart of my woman.

---