Page 26 of Insatiable

A moan slips from my lips as he pinches my nipple, my underwear drenched from the sting. Kade thrusts into my hand, breathing the same air as we both gasp.

My other hand fists the front of his top. “Will I stop?”

Right now, as he nudges my nose with his, pushing himself into my fist with a deep groan, I think he might kiss me. His lips are close to mine. But even though I’m touching him, I will never let him kiss me again. I slant my head to put distance between our mouths.

He grabs my jaw and shoves his thumb into my mouth, pressing on my tongue, before lowering his head and taking my nipple between his teeth. He sucks so hard, I think I might explode.

Kade sucks my breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple as he fucks my hand. It’s enough to make me see stars in the room full of red.

His thumb slides from my mouth. I breathe, “You—”

Before I can finish what I’m about to say, the main entrance of the studio opens, and the sound of my girls chatting echoes down the hallway.

Kade stiffens and swears to himself, yanking away from me. He steps back to put distance between us as he stuffs his hard cock back into his shorts and grabs his phone from the floor.

When he sees how tented he is, he tucks himself up into his waistband, shakes his head at me and huffs as he drags a tattooed hand through his messed-up hair and down his face.

He looks mad – fuming. His jaw clenches, dark brows lowering to a scowl. His eyes follow my fingers as I pull the strap of my bodysuit back onto my shoulder, concealing my breast.

Everything within me is on fire, tingles reaching my toes.

“Relax,” I say through deep breaths, like it hadn’t made me feel alive – as if I hadn’t been asleep for two years and only just awoken from our temporary connection. “It means nothing, remember? It’s a lie.”

Kade shakes his head, glaring at me before walking out.

A text from Base pops up on my screen, asking if I could talk Luciella into a threesome, because it seems to be his last resort to getting what he wants. I kindly decline. Then I open Kade’s contact and try not to look at all our previous messages.

Me: You left your screwdriver here.

I lift the tool and flip it in my hand as my students walk in. One giggles that Kade Mitchell looked at her, and her friend mentions how angry he was, which only made him appear hotter. Another girl fans her face like she’s close to passing out.

My phone dings, informing me the message has bounced back, and I roll my eyes with a tut.

Still blocked, it seems.

7

KADE

My hands are fucking shaking.

As soon as I get into my car, I slam the door with more force than necessary and grip my steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. Then my fist slams into it. Once. Twice. Three times. None of my anger fades; none of the thoughts slow down, not the way they used to when I lashed out.

Not when it comes to her.

I can’t see past my fingers clutching the leather of the wheel, can’t fill my lungs, can’t see past the blinding rage that surges through my veins from the sight of her. The sound of her voice, the feel of her soft skin. Every single thing about her pisses me off.

The erratic beats in my chest don’t calm down, even though she’s nowhere near me. She’s in that stupid building, dancing around unaffected like the venomous snake that she is.

Fuck.

What is she playing at?

The fuck am I playing at?

I’ve dodged her for the past two years. I kept my distance when I visited at the weekends. Yet here I am, sitting with a solid, raging hard-on, imagining fucking my sister’s best friend in every position possible.

All I wanted to do, when her hand was wrapped around me, was rip her clothes off and remind my dick what it feels like inside her. I wanted to have my fingers between her legs, to hear her moans in my ear as I sank into her. I wanted to bend her over and twist that idiotic ponytail around my fist while she screamed for me.

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