Page 87 of Voracious

“If you do, then she isn’t a best friend, is she?”

She nibbles her lip, still swollen from her sucking my dick. I pull it from between her teeth with my thumb, dragging it down until it snaps back into place.

When I stop, she says, “I don’t want to lose her.”

“You won’t. If she fucks you off, then she loses you.”

“Stop having an answer to everything!” She gasps when my dick twitches, rock solid against her. “Again! Really?”

“Your tits are pressing against my chest, and I can feel your pussy against my cock. So yes, really.”

It slides against her soaked entrance, and as I capture her bottom lip between my teeth, I thrust up into her, making us both gasp from how sensitive we are.

“She will accept us. Because I love you.” Another thrust. “I’m always going to love you, Freckles.”

Her nails sink into my skin as she sits up and moves her hips, grinding slowly against me while I palm her tits. I bite on her nipple, sucking hard to get as much of her breast in my mouth as possible.

“I’ll stop birth control,” she says as she rides me. “I won’t take my pill today or any day after, and I want you to finish inside me,Kade. I want everyone to know. When I get back from my night out, the world will know who I love.”

I drop my head back against the pillow as she bounces over me. I’m gripping her hips to pull her down as I fuck up into her tight pussy. “And who do you love?”

“You. Always. You’re mine, and I’m yours.” She gasps and caresses her own tits, and I grit my teeth to stop myself from finishing before her. Her voice is laced with pleasure as she keeps talking, her body like a fucking temple as she writhes above me. “You’ll be the father of my children, the love of my life and the person I get to grow old with.”

I mark her throat as I whisper the words. “There’llbe no other ending for us, Freckles, because you’re fucking it for me.”

Fuck. After tomorrow night, I get to have it all.

I’ll finally have all of her.

26

KADE

Iblink against the bright light someone is shining in my face, my hands and ankles cuffed to a metal chair in the middle of my living room.

“Don’t dose him with so much next time,” Bernadette scolds someone. “We’ve already lost six hours.” Then her heels click closer to me, and I lift my eyes to her. “I hope your night was worth it, because it’s the last crumb of freedom you’ll have for a while.”

“Ask him,” Cassie demands. “Ask him who she is to him.”

“What?”

Bernadette hums, flipping through a folder. “Stacey Rhodes. About to turn twenty-two. Impressive dancer and aerialist. Instructor and choreographer. Her mother died when she was young. Dad remarried when she was fourteen to Nora Fields, and they moved in together. He died nearly three years ago.”

I feel every drop of blood in my body turn to ice, but I try not to show it. “Never heard of her.”

Bernie grins through her anger. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Pulling random names from your ass should be your talent. It’s the only thing you’re good at.”

Her jaw tenses. “Careful, Kade. I control you, remember?”

“So you keep reminding me. Nevertheless, the name Stacey Rhodes means nothing to me.”

Taking a deep breath, she slowly takes her glasses off, snapping them into her case and handing it to one of her guards. “A girl named Stacey Rhodes tried to report an assault not too long ago. She claimed her stepbrother beat her up in the back roads before killing someone in front of her.”

My jaw ticks. “I don’t fucking know who she is.”

The front door of my apartment opens and closes, and I roll my eyes as Archie swaggers in with his shitty moustache and far-too-tight shirt that shows off that he’s only skin and bones.

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