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“Harder. I need you to fuck me harder. Please.”
“Oh? Are you sure? I thought you were my sweet little princess. I was being so nice to you tonight. Thought I’d treat you so delicately.” The roughness is still there, mixed with the goading sweetness. “Are you telling me you’d rather be fucked like a needy, desperate slut?” When I don’t answer, he pulls out entirely, settling back on his heels. “If you can’t tell me yes or no, you won’t get anything at all.”
“Kayde!” I still can’t go anywhere. Not in his grip. He hovers over me, leaning forward enough that I can feel his hips against mine and his now-slick length sliding between my thighs.
“Tell me you’re desperate for my cock,” Kayde purrs. “Tell me you’re my desperate, needy little slut and that you’re all mine.” Before I can even think to consider what he’s doing, Kayde moves enough that he can flip me over, his hand pressed just under my collarbone as the ceiling spins in my vision. His other hand grips his length, and he rubs it teasingly against my slit. “Come on, baby. Don’t you want to be good for me? Don’t you want to do what I say?”
It’s such a problem that I do. Any other time, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t even consider telling him what he wants to hear. But with my fuzzy brain spinning like the fan on my dresser, I can barely remember what day it is, let alone why I’m against giving Kayde what he wants.
Not that his teasing helps.
“I’m…” It hits me how embarrassing this is, and I can feel my humiliation heating up my face. Kayde’s grin tells me he sees it too, and his eyes never leave mine as I struggle for the words under him. “I’m sort of desperate for your cock,” I mumble, adding in my own little flair.
His brow quirks upwards towards his bangs, and his lips curl into a smirk. “Sort of?” he chuckles. “I think you mean completely. Try again.”
“I’m sort of completely desperate for you,” I reply, a wry smile twisting my mouth. “But you’re going to make me say the rest too, aren’t you?”
Kayde winks theatrically at me. “You know me so well already, sweetheart.”
His thumb gently teases my clit, though it’s not enough to do more than make me squirm. I suck in a breath that catches at the slide of his length against my entrance. “Kayde…” I close my eyes hard, but don’t open them when his hand moves to grip the base of my throat. “I can’t look at you and say it.”
“Yes, you can. Summer, you can open your eyes for me. And you can say it, I promise. Know why?” I shake my head, not opening my eyes, and a moment later I feel his lips brush my ear. “Because I already know how fucking desperate you are. How much of a slut you are for me.” His fingers tighten sharply just under my jaw. “And I already know how much you’re mine.” He nips at my ear once, then harder, before turning to sink his teeth into my shoulder.
I yelp at the sharp pain, my eyes flying open as my hand comes up to grip his hair. He doesn’t push me away, though he does lean upward just enough to meet my eyes, making this so much worse. “I’m desperate,” I pant, gaze wide as my cheeks flare with heat. “And I’m…definitely maybe sort of a slut for you. Specifically you.”
Heat floods his gaze when I say it, and he sucks in a breath between his teeth like I’ve burned him. “And the last part,” he growls, his voice sharp-edged. “Don’t stop, baby.”
“I’m yours.” They’re just words. Just words to get him to fuck me and give me what I want.
So why do they feel like so much more?
Kayde lunges forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss as he slams into me, unfaltering as he sets a fast, unsteady rhythm that has me immediately seeing stars. I whimper into his mouth, biting against his tongue as it sweeps alongside mine.
And when I fall apart, it’s with his name on my lips and tears cascading down my cheeks. Kayde reacts to them instantly, ignoring my soft keening moans as he laps at the tears on my face. “Shhh, shhh baby,” Kayde purrs, his voice tight with strain. “But you can cry all you want. I love the taste of your tears.”
There’s something undeniably scorching about that, and I hiss under him as his fingers on my clit drag my release out for longer. My brain goes offline, I think, and all I can do is keep my hand clenched in his hair like it’s an anchor and ride out the dizzying pleasure of my release.
Kayde groans in my ear as his movements become erratic, and it barely takes a few more seconds before he’s thrust into me once more, biting my shoulder as he does. He keeps his teeth in my skin, holding himself there as he rolls his hips and rides out his orgasm that causes his shoulders to shake.
“So perfect,” he breathes in my ear, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him. “And you’re all mine.”
“For now,” I mutter, because I can’t stop myself. “Just for now.”
“Sure, princess,” Kayde agrees, as I close my eyes against his shoulder and he holds me against him, his cock still inside of me. With how his arms are locked around my shoulders and hips, I know I won’t be moving away from him until he wants me to.
“Just for now.” There’s something in his voice that I can’t quite figure out, but I’m already too far gone to even think about figuring it out. In seconds I feel myself drifting, and if I inhale against his skin to get a lung full of Kayde’s scent mixed with the smell of sex in the air of my cabin, then I’m going to pretend in the morning it was an accident.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
When I roll over on my small bed into the space where Kayde had pulled me against him and I’d fallen asleep, I expect…something.
But what I get is a whole lot of nothing.
That brings me to wakefulness in an unfortunate way, and I hate the way my stomach sinks, my heart tanking along with it. I should’ve expected him to be gone. He never stays the night, really. And why would he? For all his talk last night about ruining me for anyone else and fucking me like he’s my boyfriend…he isn’t.
And our game is done now. So why in the world should I have expected him to stay? Still, in the dim morning light, there’s no one to see me press my face into the pillow he used and inhale the traces of his cologne and the scent that’s uniquely his.
God, I am so fucked up for this man. I suppose in a way he has ruined me, and that’s a real shame, given what Kayde is.
