Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

My free hand embarrassingly clutches at my bed frame.

I want to keep kissing her. I want to keep tracing her tongue with my own, to hear her heavy breaths and the feel of her teeth taking my bottom lip between them. I want to touch her skin and climb on top of her. I want to do everything I’ve imagined.

I like that she’s taking control, because I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

The image will haunt me forever. In a good way.

“You aren’t real, Freckles.” I splay my hand on her stomach and slide it up. “So fucking beautiful. You were made for me.”

“We’re going slow,” she says. “Right?”

AWWWW

“Right. But if you want something,” I say, eyes trailing back down the length of her body, “tell me.”

Oh thank fucking God. If she’d asked me to eat her out or to fuck her, I would’ve disintegrated into a pile of dust.

Her response? I’m always a good girl, Kade. I nearly died.

“I loved that,” she says with another yawn. “We need to watch it again.” “Whenever you want.”

Stacey moves beside me, resting her head on my chest; she can probably hear how fast and hard my heart is pounding. She’s patient with me. She’ll give me time to adjust to all of this. Even the way she places her palm on my chest next to her head is gentle.

I’m passed out, spooning her with my face buried in her hair. She’s sleepily grinning and giving the middle finger, with a message beneath the image that says, You snore so loud, asshole.

When I ask if she wants to grab food, she hums. Hums. What the fuck is that? A yes or a fucking no?

The silent treatment I give her is for her own good. Her ignoring me now is just childish behaviour.

It’s not fucking fine. Look at me. Yell at me. Do fucking something.

Kade might have covered up the ones he got for me, but I’ll always keep mine.

“Where’s Base?” “Here, princess,”

“Sorry. Had to shave my balls.”

“If you weren’t such a twisted snake, I’d tell you how hot you looked tonight.”

“I wish you never met Luciella.”

“I wish I didn’t kiss you that night.”

I give him the middle finger like a grown-up should. He stifles a smile and shakes his head.

“It was one of my favourite things about fucking you.”

“If I remember right, you were the one who had to be given directions on how to get a girl off. Stop belittling what I was in our relationship to make yourself look better.”

“Cute? No, you’re a walking, talking version of whiplash. One minute you act like you hate me, then you’re trying to have sex with me or messaging me. You can go hump your hand for all I care.”

He saw a short clip of me being violated, and from the way it was edited, it looked like I was willingly fucking someone else. It looked like I was enjoying it, cutting out the moments I tried to leave or begged for my boyfriend, but he took it as me cheating.

It didn’t show any of the other people who attacked me while my brother watched. I didn’t consent to a single thing that happened to me that night.

You prefer them older, don’t you? You’re dead to me. I was dead to myself too.

You want to fuck her? Give me three hundred and she’s yours. Do I need to pay for my services too? What about a big-brother discount?

He’s a machine, and I want him.

“Do you hate me?” He frowns. “What?” “I said, do you hate me?” “Yes.” “Do you want to hurt me?” “Sometimes. But not the way you think.”

“Because I’d go insane without being able to watch you. I do hate you. I hate who you are, but I can’t stop thinking about your cunt strangling my cock while I throttle you.

“I want you to cum on my gun.”

“You like that?”

I moan loud enough that the sound echoes around us, throwing my head back as my legs shake, and Kade has to hold me up.

the faint music of the club hardly drowning out the sound of how wet I am.

“No. Don’t be gentle.” He wraps my hair around his fist, tugging my head back. “You don’t deserve it gentle, Freckles.”

“Open your mouth,” he orders while lifting the gun, the silencer pressing to my lips. “Suck on it while I fuck you.”

“Harder,” I moan. He slaps my ass with enough force to hurt, and my fluttering cunt strangles his thickness. My body nearly crashes into the wall as he slams into me, and my arms struggle to keep me in place.

“You’ve always responded so well to me. So. Fucking. Well.”

“Open your fucking eyes. Look at me while you cum.” I do, seeing his lips parting with gasps with each thrust of his cock inside me.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted it to feel like that.”

“Did I hurt you?”

When I glance to the side, his eyes are closed, his nose nudging my cheek delicately.

Kissing has always been a big thing to him – to us.

You’re dead to me.

I wipe my eyes again, annoyed at myself for getting emotional. “You’re upset? Why?” I dodge him trying to touch me. “Hey. Talk to me, Freckles.”

I could listen to your voice on the phone forever, Freckles. I miss your annoying face. I’ll see you soon, Freckles. Can I touch you, Freckles? I’m not asking, Freckles. You’re going on a date with me. Freckles. Freckles. Freckles.

“I wish I could hate you the same way you hate me,”

“You make me feel worthless for something that wasn’t my fault. And as fun as it’s been messing with you the past few days, you’re out of my system.”