Page 129 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
Instead of heading to the bedroom, I direct her toward the kitchen. The space gleams under the recessed lighting—polished granite and stainless steel, everything in its place. Order in a chaotic world.
I stop beside the large island in the center.
"Take off your clothes."
Her head snaps up. "What?"
"You heard me." My voice remains level, implacable.
"Here? In the kitchen?"
"Is that a problem?" I raise an eyebrow, challenging her.
She swallows hard, pulse fluttering at her throat. "What if I say no?"
"Then we will have a problem." I cross my arms over my chest. "And I don't think you want that right now, little hellcat."
Something shifts in her expression at the nickname—a softening, a surrender. Slowly, she pulls her shirt over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Her jeans follow, then her bra and underwear, until she stands naked before me.
My gaze lingers on the bruises circling her wrists, making something fierce and protective surge through meagain. But now isn't the time for gentleness. She needs this—needs me to take control so she can let go. Stop thinking. Stop seeing what she'd done today.
Before she can react, I grab her waist and hoist her onto the kitchen island. The polished granite must be cold against her ass, but I don't give her time to complain. I spread her thighs wide, positioning myself between them.
"What are you—"
My hand comes down on her pussy with a sharp smack. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to send a message. She gasps, eyes widening in shock.
"That's for disobeying me in the field." Another smack, this time slightly harder. Her back arches, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
Her pussy glistens, already wet from my punishment.Fuck.Nothing turns me on more than seeing how her body responds to me.
"Look at you," I growl, running my fingers through her slick folds. "Getting wet from being spanked."
Another smack, followed by a gentle caress. Her thighs tremble as I circle her clit with my thumb, building her up only to pull away when she starts to tense.
"Kade," she whimpers, frustration evident in her voice.
"Yes, hellcat?" I deliver another light slap to her sensitive flesh.
Her hips buck involuntarily. "Please."
"Please what?" I push two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her gasp.
"I need..." She can't finish, words failing her as I stroke her insistently, bringing her to the edge before withdrawing completely.
"What do you need?" I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. I'm rock hard, throbbing with the need to be inside her.
Tears of frustration gather in her eyes. "You. Inside me. Now."
"Who do you belong to?" I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness and rubbing against her clit with each pass.
"You," she breathes, desperation making her voice crack. "I'm yours. Only yours."
I thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, pussy clenching around me. The height of the island is perfect—allowing me to drive into her at just the right angle.
My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I hold her in place. Each thrust is harder than the last, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the kitchen.
"No one else," I growl, punctuating each word with a thrust. "No one else touches you. No one else sees you like this."
