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His pace turned frantic, unrestrained as he fucked me until I took every inch. Until I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

My orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, my mind splintering into a million different pieces. I came so hard my legs trembled, the pleasure rolling through me enough for my eyes to close and my lips to part. And through it Caden kept touching me, grounding me with little nips of his teeth and strokes of his fingers over my pulse.

Another flex of his fingers, hard enough to bruise like he was barely holding himself back from killing me. “Eyes on me, Tempest.”

I almost rebelled, almost told him to go fuck himself again, just to see him react. To make him hurt me, because that was what I deserved. But I didn’t, instead opening my eyes only for our gazes to collide.

“Look how well you submit.” Caden looked about ready to burn me alive, to destroy me in every possible way.

His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with raw hunger and barely leashed violence.

I smirked, deciding to do it anyway. “Fuck⁠—”

His fingers tightened again, stealing my voice and the last of my breath.

“You really don’t want to finish that sentence.”

He kept his hand locked around my throat, my lungs beginning to burn as he fucked me through it, chasing his own release. My second orgasm built impossibly fast on the heels of the first, sharper, darker and more devastating. It crashed over me without warning, tearing through my body like lightning. I came hard around his cock, wave after wave of blinding pleasure ripping me apart all while I couldn’t breathe. But I could hold my breath for a long time, and the longer my lungs burned, the calmer I felt.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Come for me. Let me feel this tight little cunt milk my cock.”

My pussy clamped down around him almost viciously, gushing and pulsing as the pleasure consumed me whole. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision, the intensity so overwhelming I thought I might pass out, and with it came a sense of serenity.

Only then did Caden finally loosen his grip, allowing me one desperate, gasping breath right as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded deep inside me, pulse after pulse, claiming me from the inside out.

It was ecstasy and survival colliding in one terrifying, perfect moment. Tears burned down my cheeks as waves of euphoria crashed over me. My body was screaming for oxygen, my survival instincts clawing desperately at the edges of my mind, but the pleasure … God, the pleasure was stronger. Darker. It twisted through me like liquid fire, turning the panic into something obscene.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I wasn’t supposed to find comfort from the man I was going to kill.

Chapter 43

Caden

The heavy beat of the club vibrated the wall at my back, my knee bent as I stared at the sky in the slim street behind Thorns.

Placing the cigarette between my lips, I pressed my head back against the brick. You couldn’t see the stars against the light pollution and smog, but still I searched for the constellations my grandfather had taught me as a kid. He’d loved sailing, travelling the world at his own pace. He drank too much, gambled worse, and burned through every penny of his inheritance before finally dying with debt collectors circling like vultures. But he was a man that lived by his own rules, and not ones set by the aristocracy.

And he’d been one hell of a grandfather.

Dad hated him for it. Probably because he’d spent his entire life clawing everything back through the city’s darker underbelly. Dirty deals meant faster money, and faster money meant he could keep feeding my mother every luxury imaginable. As if enough diamonds and designer labels could stop her from spiralling when she refused to medicate. As if her demons didn’t howl as loud if he gave her everything she could ever want.

It was why he was so hard on Sebastian when he came to live with us, pushing therapy and pills for his CPTSD, because apparently it worked for Mum for a long time.

But that was before I was born.

The thing about my father was that, beneath all the greed and ruthlessness, he loved with a terrifying kind of devotion. He’d have burned everything he’d built, surrendered every title and fortune, for the woman he loved.

And maybe that was his greatest weakness. Because no matter how fiercely he loved my mother, no matter how much he gave her, cared for her, sacrificed for her, it was never enough.

It was bitterly ironic.

The same father, whose one true love nearly destroyed him, now wanted me to marry.

Selene thinks marrying you to Vivienne would solve her reputation problem in the Underworld.

Maybe not as ironic as a woman forcing my hand in marriage with her daughter by drugging me into submission.