Page 44 of Insatiable

A wave of anger hits me. “I can sleep with whoever I want. Just like you screw whoeveryouwant.”

I gasp, my body coming alive as Kade lowers himself on top of me, settling between my legs and gripping my throat – but more gently than he did in the studio.

“That’s right. We can fuck whoever we want, when we want, in any position we want. And I will. Because I want nothing more than to rid the image of you grabbing my cock last night.”

Said cock is rigid between my legs, and I fight the urge to raise my hips. “Yeah?”

He nods, minty breath hitting my face. “You irritate me. You’re a poisonous snake that won’t fuck off from my mind. You’re everywhere yet nowhere. A fucking disease.”

I frown at him. “A disease? I will hit you.”

A gasp rips between us as he grinds into my pussy over our clothes. “You could try.”

I want to clench my legs around him so badly, which is strange, since he just called me a goddamn snake and a disease. My breath hitches as he rocks his hips into me once more, fighting his own urges.

“Fuck. I hate you. I fuckinghateyou.”

I raise my hips. “You feel like you hate me.”

He shakes his head, fisting my hair until I feel pressure on my scalp. “Who did you fuck?”

I stay silent, although my breathing has become a little heavy from how hot I’m getting, how soaked I am beneath my shorts, and the random jabs of his cock against me. “Questioning me while you’re doing that isn’t going to get you an answer.”

I gasp as he grinds harder, the head of his cock pressing right against my entrance, and I wish my underwear would rip.

The fourth time the phone buzzes, Kade swears under his breath and shifts to lie by my side, breaking contact.

I’m going to hex whoever this is. I sit up, take a shaky breath and hide my flushed cheeks as I grab my phone. “Hello?”

“Wow,” Chris drawls and my heart sinks. “She actually answers.”

I rush to climb on top of Kade, straddling him and pressing my hand to his mouth in case he tries to speak.

“What do you want?” I attempt to discreetly turn the volume down on my phone.

But Kade notices, his brows knitting together as he studies my horrified expression.

“Where the fuck are you?”

I flinch at how pissed Chris sounds. Kade glares. Both of his hands are resting beside my knees in tight fists.

“Why aren’t you in America?”

“Complications,” is all I say, silently begging Kade to stay quiet. I press my palm to his mouth harder when he tries to break away. “I missed my flight.”

I’m not sure how I’m sounding, because all my concentration goes when I try to pin Kade more firmly, nearly flinching as I feel him rock solid rightthere. His hands fly to each side of my waist, gripping me when I try to get off.

He digs his fingers into my flesh, pulling me tighter into him, so the hard ridge of his cock presses into the material between my legs.

I want to rock my hips again. The need is almost robbing me of every responsible thought as Chris continues to yell.

Thank God I turned the volume down – even I can barely hear him.

The clench in Kade’s jaw tells me he feels it too. The struggle to not grind into each other. To not move and feel the pleasure we know awaits us. If I move my hips, rock them, the underside of his cock will rub against my clit again and definitely drag a moan from my throat.

My hand slips from his mouth, and I press my finger to his lips to warn him to be quiet. He doesn’t like being told what to do, but I think the fear in my eyes makes him compliant, because he’s not making himself known to the person on the phone.

His hands are so large they nearly circle my waist. His fingers move from gripping my hips to my ass, tugging me even closer.

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