Page 25 of Insatiable

“You want me to get it over with?”

I nod.

“Fine.”

He slowly eats up the distance between us, and my heart beats harder in my chest. My breathing becomes laboured, deeper, especially when he takes my hip and my throat, backing me up against the mirrored wall.

“I have plenty to say to you, but all I can think of is how sick you make me.”

I give him a teasing smile that touches my eyes. “That’s all?”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah?” I manage to respond, even as he closes the infinitesimal distance between us. We’re almost chest to chest. “Not as much as I hate you.”

His thumb strokes the side of my neck, and he might as well have shoved his face between my legs and sucked on my clit with how wet it makes me.

His jaw ticks. “Stay away from Base.” His grip tightens on my throat, and my eyes flutter with the sensation. “I don’t need you poisoning his mind as well.”

My knees shake, but as he goes to release me, I stop him, pressing his hand to my throat. It’s not the same as when Chris does it, and it feels good – a replacement for usually being terrified.

“You like that?” He stresses his words by cutting off my oxygen momentarily.

All I manage is a nod, and his eyes flash with something dark and sinister.

As he applies pressure to my throat, his thumb to my pulse, I remember what he said and decide to fuck with him. “I must admit, I’m tempted.” My voice is strained. “Base looks the wild type in bed.”

Lie. He knows I’m lying too. One, Base wants my best friend, and two, he’s Kade’s best friend. And three, I have no interest in the Russian Scot.

The hand that was on my hip is travelling up my side, burning a trail in its wake. Every touch from him is scorching; every touch goes straight to the coiling sensation that begins at the base of my spine. Our chests rise and fall in rhythm as we wait for the other person to speak, to fill the silence. Our bodies are so aware of each other, remembering all the times we’d been joined as one.

Seventeen minutes until class starts.

I must be insane, because although I want to slap Kade and call him every name I can think of, I also want him to lift me into his arms and fuck me senseless. I want all his anger pushing inside me. His rage. His harsh words against my ear as he makes me scream his name.

“If you’re going to do something, then hurry up.”

“I don’t want to go near you,” he replies, lowering his forehead to mine, his dilating eyes showing his lie. “I can’t stand you.”

His fingers tighten around my throat, and my pussy clenches.

My hand drops between us, feeling the hard ridges of his cock through his shorts. He’s so big and thick, just like I remember. My heated body also remembers, and it tenses along with Kade’s, a hiss dropping from his mouth as I squeeze the length of him.

I tilt my head, whispering in his ear, my lips grazing the shell, “If I disgust you so much, then why are you hard?”

He uses his grip on my neck to push me harder against the glass. “It means nothing.” Kade’s face comes closer to mine, his breath hitting my lips as his thumb presses just underneath my breast. “It’s a lie.”

He doesn’t stop me from rubbing my palm up and down the length of his cock through the material of his shorts. He twitches against my hand, and his breaths hit my cheek as they become heavier the harder he gets.

Kade’s grip grows tighter on my throat; his other hand stops at the strap of my bodysuit, and he curls his fingers under it and drags the strap down my shoulder with haunting slowness. My breast bounces free as the material slips beneath it.

Reaching under his waistband, I take his hard cock in my hand. He’s warm, smooth and the veins are as thick as ever. The same veins I’ve traced with my tongue once upon a time. “Does this make you sick, Kade? To have me touching you this way? Is this a lie too?”

He swallows, but the way he moves into my hand tells me he’s lying when he replies with gritted teeth, “Yes.”

I continue stroking him, swiping away the bead of wetness from the tip and lifting my thumb between us, so he can see me lick the precum.

His lips part gradually, his eyes heavy as he watches my tongue run up my thumb. I close my eyes to revel in the taste and lower my hand between us again, wrapping it around his thickness.

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