Page 115 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
"Last warning," he murmurs, his voice a controlled rumble that sends heat straight between my legs.
My hands shake slightly as I reach for the hem of my shirt. Kade's eyes never leave me as I slowly undo them one by one. I let the fabric slide off my shoulders, the heat of his eyes burning into my exposed skin, like a physical touch scorching everywhere he looks. Each breath comes a little shorter, a little faster.
"Keep going," he says softly when I hesitate.
I swallow hard and reach behind my back to unhook my bra. As it falls away, I resist the urge to cover myself. Kade's eyes darken as they roam over my exposed breasts.
My fingers tremble as I unzip my pants. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, taking a deep breath before sliding them down my legs.
I stand before him completely naked, feeling more exposed than I ever have in my life. But it's not just physical nakedness, it's like Kade can see right through to my soul.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, and the approval in his voice sends a thrill through me.
Moonlight spills through the windows, casting my naked body in a silvery glow. His bedroom has barely any furniture, just the essentials, but it feels cozy rather than empty. The San Francisco night wraps around the high-rise apartment like a velvet blanket, distant city lights twinkling below us.
"Turn around and place your hands on the bed," Kade commands, his voice low and husky.
"Is this how you solve all your problems?" I ask, arching an eyebrow despite the heat pooling between my thighs.
"Only the stubborn ones," he replies, his gaze unwavering. "Now."
I turn and bend over, bracing my palms against the soft duvet. The expensive fabric scratches pleasantly against my skin. The position makes me feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed.
I hear the soft whisper of leather as Kade slides his belt from the loops of his pants.
"Spread your legs wider," he instructs, using his foot to nudge my feet apart.
I comply, but not without glancing back over my shoulder. "You know, normal people just have conversations."
"Wider," he repeats, ignoring my comment completely.
I widen my stance. Cool air caresses my inner thighs and I'm acutely aware of how wet I am. Slick arousal coats my pussy and I can feel it starting to trickle down my legs.
"Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I saw them carrying you to that van?" The leather whistles through the air before striking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
I cry out, my back arching at the sharp sting. The pain blossoms into something else entirely, sending a jolt of pleasure that makes my pussy clench with need.
"I thought I'd lost you," he continues, his voice rough with emotion. The belt drops to the floor with a soft thud. His palm connects with my ass instead, the sharp crack filling the room.
"Oh fuck," I gasp, my fingers curling into the bedspread.
"That's for not following instructions," Kade says, his voice measured and controlled.
"I was—" I begin to argue, but another smack cuts me off.
"And that's for putting yourself in danger."
His palm lands on my ass again and again. My skin feels hot and tender, but the pain only heightens my arousal. I'm panting now, my body trembling as waves of sensation wash over me.
"Such a good girl," Kade praises, his hand caressing my heated flesh. "Taking yourpunishment so well."
His fingers trail lower, sliding over my slick folds. I gasp at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily.
"So fucking wet," he growls. "Is this turning you on, little journalist? Getting spanked like the naughty girl you are?"
"No," I lie defiantly, even as my body betrays me.
His touch disappears immediately. "No? Then perhaps we should stop."
