Page 98 of Restitution
He snatches my wrists and presses my hands back to the desk. “You should be scared of me. I might worship the ground you walk on, but you don’t have the faintest idea what I’m capable of. I could snap your neck without blinking, mistaking you for a client. I could fuck you so hard you pass out. I could really hurt you, Stacey.”
I hook my ankles behind his thighs when he tries to step back. “You once told me not to be afraid of you. That sometimes people need to change to survive.”
He sighs and slides his palms up to my thighs again, pushing them further apart. “I did say that, yeah. What’s your point?”
“You survived.”
The deep groan vibrates through my bones as he yanks me to the edge of the desk, pressing his hard cock right against my drenched panties. “Did I? Because it doesn’t feel like it.”
“You’re here,” I say, lowering my hand between us and palming his thick length through his trousers, making his fingers dig into my skin. “You’re alive. You’re fighting back. That’s survival, Kade.” I smirk as his pupils dilate. “Now you’re mine and only mine.”
It’s been so long since I felt him. All of him. I forgot how large he is. He’s thick, long and veiny. I might actually die if he pushes inside me.
He thrusts against my palm, and I twist my free hand into the material of his shirt, bringing his face closer to mine. “What will you do with your freedom?”
Kade stares at me for a long moment, breathing the same air while I touch him through his clothes. “Win my girl back.”
My heart sings at his response, and I grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He lowers his head and drags my bottom lip between his teeth until it snaps into place. When he pulls back, I chase his lips and grab the back of his head, forcing him to stay as I devour his mouth with desperation.
The groan he lets out makes my pussy throb, and I can feel him growing harder.
I kiss every inch of his lips, his scar, nibbling along his jaw as I curl my fingers around his cock through the fabric, trying to unfasten the buttons of his shirt with one hand so I can kiss the scar trailing down his throat.
He stiffens slightly, so I go back to his mouth.
Kade slips his tongue against my own; he tastes of smoke and mint and something that’s wholly mine. The grip on my thighs turns painful, but I revel in it. It makes me breathless as he kisses me like he’ll die if he can’t taste my tongue with his.
“Fuck,” he mutters into my lips.
“Keep going.”
We’re biting and sucking tongues and moving our heads to deepen the kiss, and he whispers my name against my lips as hethickens even more in my hand. But when I reach for his belt, Kade grabs my wrist.
He doesn’t release it, instead pressing it to my chest and pushing until I lie flat on the desk, my legs dangling over the edge.
He takes the gun from his waistband and places it beside my head, the deadly weapon so close I can smell the acrid scent of metal and gunpowder.
“If you keep touching my dick, I’ll screw your plan of goingslowand fuck you on this desk until we crack the wood.” He lets go of my wrist and steps back enough to hook his fingers under my panties and slide them down my legs.
He lets them fall at his feet, staring at them, then lifts his gaze to the sensitive area between my legs that’s buzzing for touch.
“I dream of you,” he says in a deep voice, his eyes darkening as he pulls his belt from the loops of his black trousers. “Every night, I dream of you.”
“Seems very psychotic and obsessive of you,” I say, using his own words against him, flinching as he moves forward and massages my legs, close to the apex of my thighs, each caress parting my pussy for him. “What happens in these dreams?”
Everywhere tingles as he bends forward, breathing against my pulsing centre. “Everything.”
My head falls back on a loud moan as he sinks two fingers inside me, his thumb pressing to my clit.
He thrusts his fingers all the way in and out while circling my clit. “Whoever touched you while you were in America, I’ll kill them.” He speeds up, fucking me harder, and I have to cover my mouth to stop the entire manor from hearing me moaning on his mother’s desk. “I’ll track them all down and make them wishthey’d never laid eyes on you.”
“I wasn’t with anyone,” I breathe. “But continue with your threats.”
He pulls his fingers out and shoves both my legs up so my knees are bent, and I cry out as his teeth clamp down on my clit, sucking away the pain.
