Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

Is it normal to hate him and want to feel him inside me? Is it normal to wake up sweating and seconds from orgasming from memories alone?

Each time my eyes land on his, I want him. But I also want to slap him hard enough to hurt him.

my voice cracking at the end when I see he’s only in a pair of boxers. Holy mother of God. I grab my book and hold it tight in my grip as I let my gaze fall down his body. He was lean before, but now? He’s huge. I let my eyes take in his powerful back, muscles upon muscles bunching as he pulls things out of his bag. His arms look different without a top on, like he could crush my skull with his bare hands. My lungs give up when he straightens and turns to me, flashing his abs, chest, that perfect V of muscle and happy trail. Dark tattoos litter his tanned skin – ones he didn’t have before that cover older ones that had meaning for me. There are snakes. A lot of snakes. An hourglass with clock hands behind it covering what used to be a blooming rose he’d had done for me over his heart.

He can claim it was unwanted all he wants, but I felt how hard he was and had his heavy breaths on my neck. He was all over my boob, for crying out loud. Nope, fuck him. He can have my silence, if only to keep him from issuing any more insults.

The ghost of a touch on my spine sends shocks in every direction. My momentary lapse in judgement means my top has ridden up, and every bruise and scar Chris has left on my back is now in full view.

“The fuck?”

His voice is a growl ...

“What happened ...

My blood turns to ice as he touches my scars, trac...

“Danc...

“Don’t lie to me. Do I need to ki...

I s...

“No. I’m not lying. They’re fr...

“Rea...

he ...

“Why didn’t you have thes...

I close my eyes as I feel him pull my top up more, exposing ev...

“Fuck no, Stacey. Tur...

“...

I say qu...

“Turn. Ar...

I sigh and glance at him over my shoulder. He looks furious, brows furrowing,...

“I do silk routines now, remember? They r...

My phone starts buzzing, a random number popping up on my screen. I silence it as Kade grips my shoulder, pulling me back so I lie flat on the mattress. He’s so close again as he hovers above me, inspecting me. One hand is buried in the pillow beside my head; the other pulls my top up to just under my breasts, revealing a messy s...

“Stop it,...

His finger glides over the d...

“You didn’t have any of the...

I yank my top down before he can see between my breasts. There’s no way I could lie abo...

“Leav...

“What about the bruises on your neck and the marks on yo...

He’ll know I’m lying, so I bite my tongue before re...

“...

His eyes flicker over...

“...

My phone begins buzzi...

“...

I r...

“They must be f...

he replies, frowning deeper as he traces a bruise on my shoulder, and then one on my throat. I shouldn’t shiver, but I do, and he notices. The touch shouldn’t be sending me into a spiral or causing heat to gather between my legs. Yet here I am, getting wet and needy from Kade simply being near me. ...

“I held you like this. I...

He looks horrified, his eyes darkening a fraction as he take...

“I hurt...

“It wasn’...

I whi...

“So you fucked someone la...

His eyes flash with something ...

“Since when are you into getting beaten up during ...

My pulse flutters beneath his thumb, and I know he can feel it. His jaw clenches as he stares down at my neck, and the need to wrap ...

“I’m not answering those kinds of questi...

I can’t. All I can see is the real reason I’m batt...