Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

For the good girls who like to dance in the dark while being watched by the devil.

Butterflies, I think. I wonder if she feels them too? I must be ill. I’ll need to ask Mum what the fuck is wrong with me.

The last person I slept with told me that as much as I’m a lovely girl, he couldn’t meet up again. Weirdly enough, he went missing a few days later, and still is.

I refuse to go back to that memory, the moment I knew what he meant to me. At that point, he was everything. And I lost him.

I’ve dodged her for the past two years. I kept my distance when I visited at the weekends. Yet here I am, sitting with a solid, raging hard-on, imagining fucking my sister’s best friend in every position possible.

But if he were to go there, I’d kill him. I’d regret it as soon as I did, but I would slaughter him in a heartbeat.

I watched her through CCTV going to sleep in the guest room and felt like I could relax.

I’d quietly opened the door and ushered my dogs in with her, because I knew no one would try to slide into the room if they were there.

I watched her sleep through the cameras and drank until I could barely see while she cuddled into our— my dogs.

I should’ve killed him like I killed the last guy she slept with. No one fucks Stacey and gets away with it. I can’t have her, but nobody else will.

As much as she looks innocent and sweet, she’s annoying; steals cigarettes out my mouth and walks away, rolls her eyes when I correct her, even if I’m right. She’s called me every name under the sun, and it makes my day ten times better.

When we reach the hotel reception, I’m certain someone is playing a joke on me. I’m fully expecting someone to jump out of a plant pot with a camera. Stacey turning a shade of white just adds to my annoyance. There’s only one fucking room available.

“The fuck?” His voice is a growl – deadly. “What happened to you?”

“Rock your hips into my cock, Freckles,” he whispers quietly, and I nearly whimper. “I fucking dare you.”

“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?”

“I want you to sit on my face.” He yanks me up to his mouth, and I catch myself on the bedframe. “Suffocate me with this pussy.”

Rule one: Stay away from your toxic ex-girlfriend. Rule two: Don’t unblock her number. Rule three: If you’re both in the same room, don’t fucking look at her – it’s a trap. Rule four: Under no circumstances will you have any sexual interactions with her. Rule five: Never forgive Stacey Rhodes. Yet here I am with two fingers buried inside said ex, her cunt dripping down my chin, moaning my name so loud her voice breaks.

“I watch her,” I admit. “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.”

Little does she know that I’m the monster that goes bump in the night.

Losing your voice to everyone is one thing, but losing your voice to someone you loved – trusted – is ten million times worse.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of my cum.”

There’s something about watching a man screw his eyes shut and curse while being pleasured that makes me wetter.

“Touch her again and I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

“Be patient with me,” is all I say before I capture her lips with mine.

Freckles, darling, I’m a fucking animal. You should’ve seen me Jackie Chan my shit today.

You’re dead to me. I was dead to myself too.

“I want you to cum on my gun.” He moves it against my pussy, my underwear in the way, and I let out a moan.

“I want to degrade you while you sit on my cock. Praise you as you swallow every drop of my cum. I want to brand every inch of your skin with my mouth and make sure you’re unable to even look at another man.”

“Mani pārdod seksam un nāvei, lai aizsargātu visus, kurus mīlu.” Kade leans into me more, raising his other hand between us to tuck another strand of hair behind my ear. I tilt my head, utterly confused by whatever language he’s speaking. He licks his lips. “Tajā skaitā jūs, vasaras raibumi.”

My brain restarts when she giggles. Fuck me, I’ve missed that sound.

“If you want me” – she grins as she pushes out two words I’m sure will make her feel powerful – “then beg.” “You want me to beg? How would you like me to plead for your pussy? Vocally or on my knees?” Her eyes spark. “Both.” I loosen my hold on her throat. “Fine.” She shrieks as I yank her to the edge of the bed by the thighs, her legs dangling as I kneel on the floor between them. “I’m going to eat first though, if you don’t mind?”

“Because you’re hiding, and I want to hide with you.” I caress her cheek and press my lips to her forehead, catching her off guard. “Let’s hide together, Freckles.”