Page 99 of Restitution
I grip the edge of the desk with one hand, knocking paperwork and a pencil holder over as I try to grab on to anything with the other, settling on burying my fingers into his hair as he eats my pussy.
Kade traces around my clit and entrance with the tip of his tongue, before sucking on the bundle of nerves again and making my spine twist, my back arching from the desk.
When he shoves his tongue through my entrance and devours me, I tug at his hair, pulling him firmer against me, grinding against his mouth as he switches between sucking, licking and biting, driving me to the edge.
His lips wrap around my clit again, and he sinks two fingers back in, adding a third then curling them, pumping in and out until my body spasms, a coiling sensation wrapping around each vertebra.
He mutters something in a different language against my pussy, and it almost sounds like praise from the tone he uses. Then his gaze clashes with mine, and I watch him lapping every inch of me as my lungs give up.
The orgasm smacks into me like a car crash, overtaking every single one of my senses as my vision blurs, my throat cracking on a loud moan of his name, his hair soft beneath my fingers as I tug hard and grind through my release.
He keeps going as it flows through me in waves, groaning against my pussy, and my inner walls crush his fingers with eachpulse until I’m completely spent on the desk.
Someone knocks on the door, and Kade moves his face away, keeping his fingers inside me and making my eyes roll.
“What?” he calls out abruptly when the knocking sounds again.
“We have some information, sir.”
He licks his glistening lips, and, instead of stopping, he keeps finger-fucking me then pulls out, yanks me off the desk and bends me over it. “Give me an hour.”
He reaches in front of me and rubs my clit, the head of his cock pressing between my legs. “You see that gun there?” he says quietly so the guard doesn’t hear, and I nod, frowning as he grabs it and shoves it into my hand. “If I hurt you, shoot me.”
I don’t have the chance to reply before he fills me in one punishing thrust. I struggle not to cry out from the fullness, my nails sinking into the wood of the desk while I grasp the gun.
Buried deep, not moving, he pants and takes my throat with his free hand, pulling me up so my back is against his chest and squeezing hard enough to put pressure behind my eyes.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he warns, speaking in my ear as he throbs inside me. He eases out slowly and fucks into me with one more thrust, and my body trembles, vibrating against him.
Skin slaps skin as he thrusts in and out, and I silently cry, the intensity overwhelming me yet bringing me close to another orgasm.
I almost lose my vision, but he releases my throat and bends me over the desk once more, holding me down by my nape just as the door is knocked again. I look over my shoulder to see his eyes darken to deep voids as he swears under his breath and pulls out of me.
He stuffs his cock into his trousers, takes the gun from me and storms to the door while I rush to get my dress back down. I yelp as he swings it open to point the weapon at the guard’s head. His eyes widen, and he raises both hands.
“The fuck do you want?” Kade snaps as he cocks the gun.
“Bernadette Sawyer was taken to hospital and is in a critical condition.”
Kade blinks twice and frowns. “What happened?”
He lowers his head. “Follow me.”
I go with them to the main dining room, where Kade and his team have regular briefings to discuss the next steps of their search for Bernadette. All the screens are on, dotted around the room. One shows Archie, slumped on the floor of the freezer, covered in his own shit.
Aria gives me a welcoming smile as I walk behind Kade, hugging myself while he sets the gun on the table and leans in to see the footage.
“We managed to locate this file,” Barry says through the speaker of a laptop. “It took place six hours ago.”
In the recording, we see a bedroom, and Tobias is walked in with guards crowding him. He’s only in a pair of boxers, and when he elbows one of them in the face, they all attack him with batons and the butts of their guns.
He laughs maniacally as his face fills with blood, then he grabs a guard and sinks his teeth into his cheek before kicking another in the face and knocking them clean out. One of them injects something into his neck, but he doesn’t flinch until a second dose is administered.
He grows weak, and they sit him down on the edge of the bed,all of them backing away in terror.
When they leave, Bernadette walks in wearing a silk robe. She’s speaking, but there’s no sound in the clip. She strokes his cheek and licks the blood from his face, which makes my stomach roil, then slowly drops her robe.
She’s naked as she climbs into his lap, and Aria turns away.
