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“Ketchup is too sweet,” I say with iron conviction. “Mayo tastes good enough on its own.” He shakes his head at me, mouth agape. “I don’t think I like you anymore.” “Good,” I smile. “I’ll finish my burger and leave.”
“Can’t leave here on an empty stomach. I had an exhausting orgasm, Caden,” I say as seriously as I can muster. The corner of his mouth tips before he says, “You’re not leaving.” “No?” I ask. “Nah. Not until I give you an orgasm so exhausting, you’ll fall asleep on me.”
“But once I’m asleep on you, I can’t leave.” “Maybe that’s the whole point.” “What is? Sequestering me?” He throws a couple of fries at me. “Stop fighting this. Right now.” “Why?” I grin. “It’s fun.” “Because I’m doing my best to be nice and not just take what I want. And if you start fighting me on everything, I will lose it and just do it.”
“You really wanna know?” I nod sternly. He shrugs. “Remember you asked.” He wipes his mouth before talking again. “First, I’d make sure to get you alone and in a position where you’re relaxed and let your guard down.”
“Then I’d kiss you gently, run my hands from your hips all the way to your hair. Did you know I love your hair, Billie? It’s so thick, so easy to grab.” He leans toward me, above our food, as if he really is going to kiss me. I do the same, and we stop only a couple of inches from each other.
His voice is a low rasp now. “And when you’re soft and pliable, I’d push you to the floor, flat on your stomach. I’d put a hand on your back to keep you there as I spread your legs with my knees. I’d ripped your jeans and underwear off and then slap your ass before spreading it. The thing is, you think you’d hate it, except I understand how your body works now. I’ve played with you enough to know. And when I push my hard cock against your entrance, you’d be so wet I’d slap your ass again for being such a dirty slut. Unfortunately for you, I’m big, and you’re not wet enough for that. And since
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I shift. I’m wearing my panties and his hoodie now, but I’m scared my wetness is showing. His eyes go down as I move away slightly. There’s no doubt anymore when he smiles widely and says, “You’ve got a spot there.”
Then he pulls away and shrugs. “But, like I said. I’m trying to be sweet so you can see I like you. I’m making a real effort here, so don’t tempt me to throw it all away.”
“Maybe when you’re a rich UFC fighter, you can send me money to get me out of here?” I chuckle as I put the cup back. He relaxes into the arm of the sofa behind him and crosses his arms. “What’s so funny?” “I might become a UFC fighter, but I’ll still be a woman. I’m pretty sure the current highest-paid female fighter earns five-hundred grand per fight.” “Sounds like enough to get me outta here.”
He gathers everything on the sofa and throws it all in the trash before returning. “Come to my room.” “Now?” “Yeah, now,” he says. “I had a super long day of work and I want to rest with you.”
“Weren’t you the guy who made fun of me for listening to Good Charlotte? You weren’t even born when these guys,” I point at his poster, “dropped their first album.” I look down at his hoodie I’m wearing. It’s also The Offspring. “You get obsessed easily, don’t you?” Leaning against the doorframe, arms and ankles crossed, his lips are tipped. “You have no idea.”
“You get obsessed easily, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
When you leave. We keep asking each other that, as if our lives are on pause right now and that nothing here counts.
“Shh,” he smiles. “You know nothing, you’re just a little baby.” He pulls me down with his hands still on my hips until I’m lying on top of him, my head against his beating heart. The rhythm is uneven, and I can’t help wondering if that’s the effect I have on him. He’s topless, his chest hard and his body warm. My stomach flutters before I can speak again.
“I could kick your ass,” I mutter against him. “I’m no fucking baby.” “When you talk to me, it’s like a little bee trying to shout at a giant. All I hear is bzz bzz.” I burst into a laugh, and he’s close behind. “I hate you,” I grin in the dark.
“So soft,” he comments absently as his fingers untangle my hair gently, one strand at a time. “What will your new life be like?” he asks quietly. “There.” “Simple,” I say, listening to his heartbeat. “No drama. No crime. I might even garden or something. I’m gonna have the white picket fence kind of shit. A nice husband, even.” “Kids?” The interest in his tone is intense.
“A lot of women end up with kids accidentally. It doesn’t mean she didn’t love you.” “That’s not what I meant. She didn’t want the process of having kids. My dad just forced her.” “You mean, he…”
“Are you scared of me?” he asks with a groggy voice. I can feel his heart kicking against his chest. “Yes.”
“Don’t be scared, okay? You won’t end up like my mom. You’ll fall in love with me, and you’ll want everything I have to give you.”
“I promised you another orgasm so you could fall asleep.”
“You’re so wet,” he notices while rubbing his index and middle fingers against my clit. I shiver under him, choking back my pleasure. “Why don’t you just enjoy yourself?” “Because everything you do is wrong.”
“Who says it’s wrong?” His lips break into a smirk before his head falls to my neck. He kisses me, featherlight touches bringing goosebumps to my skin. He makes his way to my jaw and then the corner of my mouth. “Me,” I moan as his thumb keeps playing with my clit. “I say it’s wrong.” He smiles against my cheek before biting it. “I disagree.”
“Look at me, baby,” he taunts with a chilling smile. “I want to see what no other man will ever see again; that glint in your eyes when you come apart.”
“Billie.” He says in my ear with a serious voice that sends a chill down my spine. “I just want to make sure you understand something. I don’t need a reason. Everything will be easier for you once you accept that I want you, and I will do absolutely anything I have to do to keep you. I can give you a reason if you wish, but reason or not, you’re mine, and that’s a fact.”
“I’ve been thinking about it. I always think about you, so of course I’ve been thinking of why. And one of the conclusions I’ve come up with is… everyone says I’m certified crazy, and they don’t understand why. They don’t know how to control me.”
“Maybe I am. And when I’m with you? I feel like I have a reason to be. It’s you. You make me feel crazy in the best way. You’ve already seen the worst in me. You’ve seen the length I’m capable of going to to get what I want. There’s nothing to hide now. Isn’t that amazing? Isn’t that so…simple
“Turn that shit off,” he growls in my ear. Someone doesn’t like being woken up.
I hang up before he can say anything and turn to Caden. His arms are still wrapped around me, although he’s now wide awake. “He wants to fuck you,” he says, hushed.
“Stop it. He’s my stepbrother.” Another lie. Xi is my stepbrother, but we’ve always had an ambiguous relationship. Xi protects people. That’s his thing. With me, he’s always been a little too protective, and I’ve grown to enjoy it. His hands have lingered in inappropriate places in the last year, and I’ve let him. And this summer, we crossed the line.
He spins around and marches back to me, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me so he can sit me on his desk. His stern face makes me want to retreat, but he grips me tightly. “I’m hearing a lot of no’s. I think it’s about time you change your tune, huh? I want more ‘Yes, Caden. Anything you say, Caden.’”
He thrusts another finger into me and curls them, rubbing against my magic spot. “What else do I want to hear?” he growls low. “Any…” I pant. “Anything you say, Caden—aah.” I cry out as he relentlessly moves faster.
He grabs a t-shirt and throws the hoodie I wore all night on his bed. “I’m gonna sleep with my nose buried in this,” he tells me without an ounce of shame. “I like your smell.” “My smell? I don’t have a smell. I don’t wear perfume.”
“‘Course you do,” he says as if I’m the crazy one. “You smell of raspberries and mint.”
put on my bra and top and look at my phone again. “I’m going to be late for training. I didn’t even run this morning.” “Don’t worry. You got your dose of fitness.”
I’m about to leave when he grabs my arm and pulls me back toward him. “Not even gonna kiss me goodbye?”
Not caring about anything I just said, he grabs the back of my head and smashes his lips against mine. “If anyone has anything to say. They can come to me. I will gladly settle it with them.”
“Yeah?” I reply as I cross my arms. “And did the body come back to life and punch you in the face?” “It’s worrying when you don’t know what someone you care about has been up to, huh?” he snarls.
I am going to kill Caden King with my bare hands.
“Stay away from Rose,” he orders calmly. “Let me handle her.” I shake my head. He’s in love with the girl. He’s always been, and she will cause absolute chaos in his settled relationship. But the true reason I know they’re heading for failure? Her brother is Sam’s best friend and he would never allow this. Lucky for Sam, the fucker is currently serving time for shooting someone. We all know Kayla King is the one who put him there, and she will suffer when he comes out. In the meantime, Sam is free to do whatever with Rose White. So I taunt him some more.
Caden: I need a magic kiss.
He chuckles softly to himself, shaking his head. Honesty rings in his words when he says, “I was so patient with you. Ready to minimize who I was, just so I could fit into that tiny box of things you can handle without breaking apart.”
My gulp is loud in the room, and he brings his hand to my throat, grazing it with the tips of his fingers. “Now, I’m going to hurt you.”
Caden breaks and destroys. And tonight, I’m his victim yet again.
“I’m talking about how my nieces could have died tonight if I hadn’t come home just in time to run inside the house.”
I feel the leather of his belt wrapping around my wrists and dread truly grips my stomach. “What are you doing? What are…” “Stay quiet now.”
I don’t have time to take a breath as he pulls out and flips me around. He holds his dick firmly and thrusts into his fist before exploding all over my chest and stomach, his head thrown back.
“Are you mine now?” I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling more tears fall down my cheeks. I can’t look at him, but he knows the truth. “Do you hate yourself? For loving it so much.” I feel his sneer against my ear.