Page 60 of Voracious

I gasp as he nips the skin below my ear. “Yeah. He was a terrible kisser though.”

“A terrible kisser,” he repeats.

I lift my hands and brush my fingers through his dark hair – soft and long enough to grasp a handful for leverage while riding him. “Kade?”

He presses his hands into the mattress, arms straight, looking down at me with furrowed brows, staring into my soul.

“I missed you,” I admit.

Kade stiffens above me. Then he stands. “Get up.”

“What?”

“This is my father’s room,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. “I’m not fucking you in here.”

I wobble in my heels as I look around the room. The lights from the garden gazebo and pool house offer a glow against one wall that’s littered with pictures.

Tobias with the kids over the years. Him with Aria. They look to be in their twenties – smiling, hugging. I can see why she was so drawn to him. Kade looks like his father, especially when he was younger. Apart from the tattoos and style of clothing, I might as well be fucking a younger Tobias Mitchell.

I shall never repeat that thought.

Kade is staring at me again, then he’s pulling his mask back into place and his hood up. I try to get my mask from the floor, but he captures my hand. “No, I need to look at your face.” And then he’s leading me out of the room.

The hallway is dark, and I follow him to the stairway. His phone dings, and he quickly checks it before slipping it back into the pocket of his black combats.

“What if someone sees us together?” I ask as his fingers intertwine with my own. Luciella asked me to stay away, and I haven’t even lasted twenty-four hours.

Worst. Friend. Ever.

“They won’t know who I am.” He taps his mask and turns sideways, helping me down the steps in my heels – the same steps I easily ran up not long ago. I don’t say that, or tell him I can walk perfectly fine. I enjoy the gentlemanly version of Kade, even if my ass is still sore from him finger-pummelling it while pinning me in place.

“Swim” by Chase Atlantic is playing as we walk along the next corridor to the grand staircase– loads of people are chatting and kissing and arguing at the bottom of it.

The strobes flash from the party as we take each step, lasers zapping through the door from the ballroom. I should be there considering it’s half my party, but as Kade tightens his fingers around mine, I know I’d rather be here.

My eyes land on Tylar. Dez has her against the wall, slotted between two marble pillars, both their masks gone. Her legs are around his waist as he drags kisses along her throat. Not fucking – but very close to it. I gulp, looking up at Kade, his mask and hood in place, hiding him.

Then Ty opens her eyes and sees us, and we watch each other as Kade leads me towards his wing. We turn right, and I glance over my shoulder – she’s still following us with her hooded gaze as Dez kisses up her neck and along her jawline.

She smiles. And then she winks at me.

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STACEY

Iblush and turn away, silently praying Luciella doesn’t appear and ask who I’m with, and why the hell we’re heading to Kade’s side of the manor – none the wiser that I’m holding hands with her twin brother.

My inner thighs, soaked in my own come, rub together, and when I spot the spiral staircase, my pulse speeds up, butterflies swarming inside me once more. My heart is racing, I’m so excited to have time with him alone. To spend the entire night in his bed, in his arms.

We’ll fuck until we can’t see straight, and then we’ll talk. I’ll tell him everything, and then we’ll figure out how to move forward.

This far away, the music is barely audible. All I can feel are the vibrations of the base and the tingling of my nerves. They explode as Kade abruptly pins me to the wall by the shoulders.

“This is far enough.”

“For what?”

He tugs at my panties under the tutu. “Take these off,” he demands through his mask. “Now.”

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