Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

“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.”

“What does it mean?” He half-smiles, backing away from me, his hands leaving me until I have enough room to breathe. He opens the door and pauses. “I hope you never find out.”

“His emotions are learned and controlled,” Tobias interrupts. “But when he first started going out with you? He was constantly on the phone with me or sitting down with Aria, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He wanted to know why he felt something that made no sense to him. My son wanted medication to suppress urges and impulsiveness, to make sure he didn’t ruin you like I did his mother. But little did he know all he was feeling was love.”

“You didn’t fall down the studio stairs, did you?” For a split second, I feel my heart shatter. My composure slips, and I try not to burst into tears and pull him in for a cuddle, to bury my head in his powerful chest. Lu always said her dad’s hugs were the best. I shake my head. “No.” “Did you abort the baby?” My eyes close. “No.”

“You feel like her as well. Are you okay with me hugging you? When I get all fucked up, I think about her, and this is helping.” I nod and wipe a tear. “Yeah.” “Thank you.”

“I want to fuck her on my motorbike.” My eyes ping open. “I reckon she’d love it.”

smile – the tone of his voice has turned cute as he grows sleepier. He curls into me more, and I play with the dark strands of his hair that are sticking up.

I stare at her, feel her beneath me, feel my heart pounding in my chest as I take in her beauty. Dark hair surrounds her on the pillow, and with her freckles and the flush in her cheeks, her long lashes and pouty lips, I honestly couldn’t think of a more perfect person to be experiencing all of this with. She’s the definition of beautiful, and she wants me. She belongs to me. I’m whipped, and she isn’t even my girlfriend.

Dangerous. This is so fucking dangerous. I think I’m falling in love with Stacey Rhodes.

“I hate you too.” But I love how fucking much our bodies respond to each other.

“You still taste like mine, Freckles.”

“Your cunt has been mine since you first opened your legs for me.” I hook my fingers into her thong. “Since you sat beside me at the pool house.” I slide the material down her legs, then throw the thong aside as her pussy welcomes me. “Since you walked into that fucking tent and kissed me.”

I want to hear her scream it louder. I want my name to stay on her lips forever.

She’s suffocating me with her thighs through each pulse and jolt of her orgasm, but I don’t mind. I’ll happily pass out right where I am with her juices all over my face.

“Am I a slut?” I bite my lip. “You’re my slut.” She narrows her eyes, watching me as she starts to pump me in her hand. “Better. But I’m not yours.” “And I’m not yours.”

I want to spill inside her. I want to see it drip from her cunt, only so I can use my fingers to stuff it back inside her. Not once have I ever wanted to cum inside someone, but with Stacey, I crave it. Maybe it’s because she was once carrying our child and I witnessed the start of the swelling of her womb. I loved her already, but knowing she was going to be the mother of my child made me worship her in ways I had no idea existed. I wanted to marry her at the age of nineteen, for fuck’s sake. We were young, but we were fully prepared to take on every single hurdle that would’ve been thrown at us. Until that last one.

“So pretty when you beg,” I whisper against her ear as the tip of my dick slowly sinks into her. “So fucking pretty.”

“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.”

My reality is that when I go home, Chris can control me again. His hold on me has loosened right now, but if I attempt to run, he’ll find me. And if I tell Kade, Chris will hurt him. Chris is the reason my life is upside down, and I don’t want to risk him getting worse.

“Jesus, Kade. No. I’m not going on that huge thing! It will honestly kill me.” He gives me a look. “Are we still talking about the bike?” “Shut up.”

Let me fucking kiss you. I wanted him to kiss me. But it would be too complicated if I let him. My feelings are still there – he’s just passing time.

There are rules for me. I’m not allowed to fuck around without asking for permission. I’m not allowed to have a girlfriend. And I’m definitely not allowed to take pretty girls on motorbikes – on a borderline date. But when I’m around Stacey, all common sense fucks off out the window – even my five rules are void.

Barry thinks this obsession with my ex is unhealthy. I disagree. It’s the only thing keeping me sane in my world.

I tighten my thighs around the bike and lean back. “Sit in front of me,” I tell Stacey while one of my guys hangs out the window and fires back. I try to keep my voice steady as I say, “Swing your leg around and I’ll catch you.” “What?” “I need to shield you.” When she doesn’t shift, and another bullet nears us, I grit my teeth. “Move, Stacey.”

Correction: I work for Bernadette Sawyer. Archie is just a filthy disease that floats around in her rotten shadow.

I wipe a tear from my face as I hold my girlfriend in my arms. “We can try again, okay? We were supposed to be parents. We were supposed to have a family. I love you, Freckles. I love you so much.” Stacey weeps into my chest, her body shaking through each sob as she shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t go through that again, Kade.”

I want to take in everything about her while I can. Because I’m certain this might be the last time I see her.

How do I even explain this? Oh, Bernadette tricked my heartbroken teenage self into her house, groomed me until she got me into bed and has been blackmailing me ever since? How about adding they got me addicted to drugs? Or Archie having his way with me while I was unconscious because I was three hours late on finishing a job?

“You weren’t supposed to have this life.” She’s shaking in my arms. “We should have moved away when we planned to. When I found out I was pregnant, we should have left and never turned back.”

“You should have stayed out of my life,” I whisper. “But you’ve always been there. Always.”

Time stands still as our mouths collide in a deep, desperate kiss as she throws herself into my arms. I pull her to me as her lips move, part, and we open to each other, letting our tongues finally taste. I lift her off her feet and walk towards the steps. Her legs wrap around me, and I revel in the softness of her mouth. It’s like I’m visiting heaven while living in hell.

“I don’t like hearing about you sleeping with other people I’m not aware of. No more sneaking off with cheap whores on motorbikes. Do you understand?”

This I can handle. This I’ll take to keep everyone safe. This is the price I’ll pay to make sure they never find out who Stacey Rhodes is to me. At least I got to kiss her.