Page 102 of Insatiable

Kade’s knee belts into his face without hesitation, and he slouches on the ground.

He turns to me, gun still in hand, waiting. “What now?”

My skin burns with deep need, my nipples tightening, rubbing against my dress, which is begging to be ripped off. I shouldn’t be turned on by his violence.

He’s a machine, and I want him.

“Finish what you started.”

He takes a careful step towards me, and my heart stutters.

“What did I start?”

I raise a brow.

“You want an audience?”

He slowly closes the distance when I don’t reply, because my body is too alive and charged with energy to do anything but wait for his touch. “I asked you a question.”

I raise my chin, my heart racing, my pussy clenching as Kade’s eyes travel up and down the length of my body. “Do you hate me?”

He frowns. “What?”

“I said, do you hate me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to hurt me?”

“Sometimes. But not the way you think.”

My gaze drops to the weapon, and I wrap my fingers around his wrist and bring it to my face. I manipulate his hold to press the barrel to my forehead, and like I thought, my clit throbs from the danger. “Does this make you feel better? You hate me, so you could end it now.”

The faint click tells me he turns the safety on, but he doesn’t pull the gun away.

“You could kill me right now.”

He gulps and grips the handle.

Everything deep within me is vibrating, all the way down to my toes as Kade pushes the barrel of the silencer harder against my forehead, making me back into the wall.

“You would love to shoot me, wouldn’t you?”

Kade licks his lips, finally speaking. “It would be more hassle than it’s worth.”

“Because you’d have the mess to clean up?”

He shakes his head. “Because I’d go insane without being able to watch you. I do hate you. I hate who you are, but I can’t stop thinking about your cunt strangling my cock while I throttle you. I picture you covered in blood that isn’t yours. My name on your lips. Screaming for more while you apologise over and over and fuckingoveragain.” He presses the barrel harder to my forehead. “Hate is not the word I would use when it comes to you.”

I smirk. “Always the romantic, Kade.”

He hums, the barrel of the gun slipping down the side of my face gently. He drags the metal across my lips, pulling the bottom one down before he trails the metal between my breasts.

The coldness against my heated skin has me panting.

“The year we spent together was the worst year of my life,” he says. “If I could take every moment back, everylie, I would.”

There’s no venom in his words, because his eyes are hooded, his cock is hard and pressing against my thigh, his breathing unsteady.

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