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I like her touch. I like how she tastes. I like the way her breathing stutters as I kiss her neck.
I’d kiss her thighs and suck on the flesh until I left permanent marks. I’d lick all the way up to her… No. That’s too far. If I don’t stop, I might scare her off.
“When she’s in the manor, at the studio, or walking around the mall. If I don’t see her at least once every day, I lose my mind. I’ve climbed to her window to see her sleep, and I’ve been trying to hack her phone for the last year. I hacked Luciella’s.”
“And Kade? I apologise for what happened the last time you were here. I had no idea she meant so much to you.”
“Are you smiling?” he asks me. “Don’t do that, it’s weird.”
I’m my own worst enemy. I hate her, but I can’t live without knowing what she’s doing.
You never change, do you? Apparently not. Not when it comes to him.
If I tell him what happened and how many times, he’ll think I’m dirtier than he already does. Used. Worthless. Or he’ll say I’m a liar. He might not believe me, and then I’d be called an attention-seeker, a manipulator – toxic.
“You left me. I needed you, and you left without even trying to fight for me!”
“Why would I fight for you?” he sneers. “I saw what happened in that video, and that was enough to show me your true colours.
Lo odio
“I wanted to go home to you. I cried for you.”
Despite his words, I can see the hurt in his eyes.
Losing your voice to everyone is one thing, but losing your voice to someone you loved – trusted – is ten million times worse.
I think I could slap him and not feel bad about it for ten full minutes.
my body screams for me to climb into his lap and fuck him into submission.
“Tell your assistant to leave.” Kade swallows. “Fuck off, Barry.”
“You hate that you want me, don’t you? It’s written all over your face.”
He closes his eyes, dropping his head back
“Use your mouth.” “Say please.”
He breathes through his nostrils and fists my hair.
He smears his precum across my bottom lip, then releases my hair to shove two fingers into my mouth and presses down on my tongue. I gag around his fingers, my eyes watering.
“I’m going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of my cum.”
I look up at him to see he’s biting his lip, desire all over his face as he fists my hair and controls the bob of my head.
There’s something about watching a man screw his eyes shut and curse while being pleasured that makes me wetter.
Girl you get me
I’m the one with the power. I’m in control. Beneath him and on my knees, yet above him.
“Eyes on me,” he orders. “Keep them on me.”
Yes daddy
My lips press to the tip and I whisper, “Beg me to keep going.” Kade grabs a handful of my hair. “Please put my cock back in your fucking mouth.”
LORDDDD NECESITOOOO
His eyes darken, and he grabs his dick and slaps it against my bottom lip, sliding it against my cheek to wipe away my tears.
his fingers tighten in my hair, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. He groans. “Fuck, Stacey.”
I love when men
A deep, vibrating moan comes from his chest as I take him to the hilt.
DIOS MÍO ESCÚCHAME
Against his swollen, leaking tip, I whisper, “Still hate me?” He groans and fights a snarl. “Stop talking.”
🤭🤭🤭
His grunts and moans and breathy curses fill the air, almost drowning out the music playing
Kade sucks on his bottom lip, and I can tell he’s close
“You like this, don’t you?” he rushes out. “I can tell how turned on you are. Such a whore, my Freckles.”
He moves strands of dark hair from my face and wipes the tears away with his thumb. “I want these tears.
“Show me how wet you are.”
Kade throws his head back. “Fucking hell. I’ve missed your mouth.”
I remove my fingers, and he captures my wrist so he can suck them. The warmth of his tongue working against them and the way his gaze stays fixed on mine has my heart beating even faster.
A man
“Now climb up here and fucking ride me.”
I whisper against Kade’s ear, feeling him shiver.
he helps me to my feet and fixes my dress,
Kade might come across as intimidating and unapproachable, but he isn’t that scary.
Kade offers me his jacket again, which I gladly accept, trying not to inhale too deeply as he shrugs it onto my shoulders.
For someone who claims to despise me, his actions are the complete opposite.
“Kade. Really. I’m scared,” I admit slowly as his palm slips from my thigh, and he wipes a tear from my cheek.
“Breathe, Freckles,” he whispers. “You’re safe with me.”
Where is the Kade I grew up with?
If I spoke these thoughts aloud, she’d flee the country and I’d be locked up with Dad. And I can’t have that, because I need to kiss her again. Or speak to her. Or have her attention for longer than one minute while my virgin hands shake.
Knowing she’s down there has me quickly showering, brushing my teeth and shoving on a pair of boxers and sweats.
He’s freaking out lo amo
That sounds like the worst advice ever.
