Page 45 of Rage

I winced, realizing I couldn’t trust any of the ones in my drawer. “I?—”

Wait.

Hold the fucking phones.

“Are you clean?” I asked instead, holding my breath in anticipation of his answer.

“Yeah, but?—”

“You can’t get me pregnant,” I admitted, hating the feelings that stirred in me. “I already am.”

I watched a flurry of emotions cross his features—shock, anger, confusion, resentment, and resignation—and then he reached out to grasp my hand.

“Did he force you?”

“He tricked me. Had my implant removed when I had an accident, and poked holes in all the condoms.”

His voice had a hard edge to it, one that scared me very, very much. “Does he know?”

“I don’t want it.”I don’t want him.“But I can’t leave?—”

“I’ll take care of it for you,” he declared, scooting me up on the bed as he crawled between my legs, like a predator who knew precisely what he wanted. “You want to get rid of it, I’ll help. But right now, I’m going to take advantage of the situation.”

Oh, no.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, like I always wanted to, pretty girl.”

Oh.Oh, yes.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, spreading my legs like a whore for him. I was past caring that he wasn’t the man I’d thought I was spending my life with this whole time. I didn’t care that it was technically cheating on the bastard who’d tricked me and led me on. I wanted the real thing between my thighs, I wanted his cock inside me, and I didn’t want anything between us when he finally claimed my pussy as his own. “Fuck me, Kade.”

The grin that split his lips was animalistic and sent a shiver down my spine. “Say please, Tara?—”

I gripped his hair with my hand and yanked him down to my mouth, my other hand freeing him from his pants.“Now,”I commanded, needing him to understand the urgency.

“There she is,”he groaned, his hips flexing, pressing his cock into my grip, fucking my hand with equally desperate need. “There’s the girl who knows what she wants.”

He shoved my hand off his cock and used one hand to pin my arms above my head, his other hand holding himself as he slid into me slowly, his length and width stretching me out, filling me like I’d never been filled before. I took him to the hilt, moaning through the new sensations, eager to move but afraid to be the one to start. Instead, I let him restrain me, his cock unmoving in my depths, a tease of the highest level.

“Move, Kade,”I groaned, desperate to finally know what it was like to be bedded by Arkadios Accetta, therealone. “Please.”

He flexed his hips and pulled out of me all the way to the tip, the sudden loss of his size a shock to my system. When he drove himself back in, I felt like I was splitting apart, shattered by his cock, then put back together by the stroke as he reunited with me once more.

“Fuck me, you’re so perfect,” he moaned, his pace speeding up. I reached a hand down to my clit to help him along, seeing him struggle to keep his composure, but he batted me away, returning that hand above my head, where he pinned both wrists in his grip.

He lowered his mouth to mine, and what started out as fucking turned into so much more as his pumps turned to strokes, and he made love to my mouth with his tongue in time to every single motion his lower half made.

This was heaven. This was what women meant when they said the best sex they’d ever had. And if any woman had ever let this man leave her bed and didn’t drag him right back, well, she was brain dead.

Sex like this? I’d stay in bed until they turned off the power to the house. And not even then would I let him crawl out of my bed.

Good grief, I could fuck this man as my 24/7 job and not be bored a day in my life.

“Kade,” I groaned as his free hand snaked down between us, grazing my clit gently, teasing me as I whined and squirmed on his dick.

“Have you ever been on top, Tara?”

I hesitated, hating that I was so self-conscious all of a sudden. “Once.”

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