Page 132 of Insatiable

Because as the pleasure blooms through me and rockets through each muscle in my body, my balls tighten, and I empty into the condom.

I collapse on her, careful not to crush her as I catch my breath, then pull back to ease out of her. Once I toss the condom in the bin beside the bed, I caress her cheek. “Talk to me, Freckles. How do you feel?”

She grins. “Amazing.”

“You’re not sore?”

“A little,” she admits, and we glance down between us, noticing the spots of blood on the sheets.

I stop her hands from covering her face. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about this stuff. Not with me, okay?”

“It doesn’t disgust you?”

I shake my head. “As long as you’re okay, I don’t care about anything else.”

“I’m okay.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “Then so am I.”

In her post-orgasmic state, Stacey leans up and kisses me. It’s a chaste kiss, but it means more than all the others we’ve had the past hour.

And it’s now, as I carry her to the bathroom and clean us both, that IrealiseI might be feeling an emotion I’ve only ever heard about. One I had no idea existed for me – never knew I was capable of feeling.

An emotion that makes me want to blind everyone in the world so they can never see how beautiful she is. I’ll stick a screwdriver deep in their ear canals, so they’ll never hear her laugh. The idea of anyone thinking they can have her after me makes my blood boil.

Dangerous. This is so fucking dangerous.

I think I’m falling in love with Stacey Rhodes.

33

KADE

The dream – or more like the nightmare – ends where it always does, and it takes me a long minute to realign with reality.

Hair is in my face, a head resting on my dead left arm, our fingers linked. My other hand is against a warm chest, a palm holding me in place between two tits.

I never sleep over when I’m working. I fuck and leave, then report back to Bernadette.

When I open my eyes, the familiar smell of coconut shampoo and the feeling of being content makes sense as I see dark hair, freckled, inked skin, and Stacey in my arms.

I blink a few times.

Stacey… In my arms. Long bare legs tangled with mine.

My painful morning wood is pressing into her ass through my boxers. Because that’s all I’m wearing.

If I’ve fucked Stacey and have no memory of it, I’ll be so fucking pissed.

She shifts, and a part – ahugepart – of me doesn’t want her to wake, so we can stay in this position a little longer. My eyes close again, and I pull her a little more into me. Our knees are bent, my form large and dominating hers, but I still feel comfortable and… I don’t know.

I don’t remember much of last night. As soon as I was held down by five guys and felt a needle pressing into my arm, everything kind of went black.

She’s supposed to be home with my sister and Tylar. Why is she here, in a random hotel room, cuddling into me?

Morning grogginess slips into my mind, my eyes falling closed again as I try to move my legs. My pulse spikes as she backs into me.

She shifts once again, grinding her ass against my cock and stopping when I let out a groan. I stay where I am, burying my face into her hair and snaking my arm around her waist.

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