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My eyes fly open and I gasp into the ceiling as pleasure crashes through me like a sweeping wave. I squirm harder as Kaden continues fucking me with the hilt while my whole body trembles from the force of the orgasm.
Tied to Kaden’s bed, I moan and whimper and beg for mercy. Because God above, this is the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced. Every time I think Kaden has reached the limit of what he can make my body feel, reached the limit of the emotions he can draw from me and the reactions he can wring from my body, he just cuts through that limit like it’s nothing.
I suck in deep breaths as Kaden at last pulls out the hilt completely.
The emptiness it leaves in its wake is so jarring that I don’t even notice Kaden moving until he is straddling my hips again.
My chest heaves as I lie there, utterly spent, and stare up at the merciless and ruthlessly beautiful man above me.
He wraps his hand around my jaw, holding my chin in a commanding grip. “Say it.”
And he has apparently fucked all the defiance out of me, because I just look up at him in complete surrender and admit, “I have a knife kink.”
The smile that spreads across his stunning face makes my heart flip.
18
KADEN
Bright sunlight streams down from the clear blue sky and bathes the small patio on the other side of the street with light. I stand in the shadows between two houses, watching as four women talk and laugh while they sit there on the patio, soaking in the sunshine. Or rather, I watch one particular woman.
Alina’s gray eyes glitter and her long blonde hair ripples as she throws her head back and laughs at something that Carla said.
My chest tightens.
Fuck, she is extraordinary. Not only is she smart and beautiful, she’s also so much stronger than I expected. The way she stood up to Jace the other day and demanded that we honor our debt by not retaliating was so unexpected, and so hot, that I have barely been able to think about anything else since.
Well, that and what she looked like when I fucked her with my knife.
My cock hardens just at the memory of it, and I have to adjust myself while my damn cock throbs with need for her.
I love watching pleasure flood her features. Love hearing her moan and whimper and beg. Love seeing her body tremble from the orgasm. And I crave it all like a fucking addict.
That night, I told her that I would never fuck a Petrov.
But I wanted to.
By God and all of hell, I wanted to fuck Alina so badly that I felt like I was suffocating every second that I was straddling her in my bed, still fully clothed. I wanted to fuck her so desperately that I was willing to forget that she is an enemy. Forget that I’m planning to ruin her.
Desperate.
I was desperate to fuck her.
And I am never desperate.
Clenching my jaw, I squeeze my hand into a fist as I watch Alina and the others continue to chat outside Carla’s house.
My obsession with Alina is getting dangerous.
Not only is she messing with my head, she is messing with the very core of my being. I never get off on watching pleasure flood someone’s features. I get off on fear, pain, and tears. But the more time I spend drawing orgasms from Alina’s perfect body, the more I crave that incredible light that bursts behind her eyes when she comes.
And now I’m here, lurking in the shadows and watching her like a fucking stalker.
This has to stop.
I have to stop shifting back and forth across the line between bullying her and giving her mind-blowing orgasms. I need to go back to simply humiliating her. The way it should be.
My heart skips a beat when Alina stands up.
