I feel the fear pulsating in my clit, heightening my heart rate to dangerous levels.
“You think you’re broken now, Adeline? Wait until you free me from these confines,” he threatens, the deep timbre of his voice lined with sharp glass. “I’ll fuck you until every single one of your bones breaks beneath me. Helpless little
mouse, for me to mold and manipulate.”
He’s deliberately trying to scare me, knowing how much my body sings for the terror he instills in me.
Instinctively, I want to run from his terrifying promises and the creeping trepidation that he’s going to do just that. I also want to challenge him so he can make good on them.
My heart thrashes against my rib cage, but I don’t break his stare. Biting my
lip, I reach between us and grab ahold of his length, delighting in the way his top
lip curls into a snarl.
And then, ever so slowly, I slide the tip along my slit, wetting him before lowering myself increment by minuscule increment, until there’s no discerning which of us is trembling.
I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, molding my soft curves into his harsh lines, and slowly work him inside me. It feels just as I remembered —the burning as he stretched me wide, but the insatiable bliss that accompanies
it.
My demons are tickling the back of my brain, begging to be let in to wreak
havoc on my sanity. Drag me from this precious moment where I reclaim
something that was stolen from me. So, I focus every ounce of my attention on
the man beneath me.
His thinning breath, the building earthquake racking his body, and the veins
pulsing in his neck as he fights to keep still.
I nudge my lips against the shell of his ear, that heady sense of power arising
up through my throat and off my tongue.
“Do you want to see how easily I can break you?” I murmur coyly.
He grunts as I drop lower again, more than half of his cock buried inside me.
It feels like too much and not enough. It’s never enough. Even when I’m filled to
the brim, I want more.
I don’t wait for him to answer, nerves eating me alive even though this feels
right. So fucking right.
“I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it,” I say, my voice raspy
and uneven. “But it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even
when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting
me.”
His head rolls back, eyes to the ceiling, and he stills beneath me, as solid as
the stone walls in Parsons Manor.
“Let me go, Adeline,” he says tightly. I hardly recognize his voice.
I sink the rest of the way down, seating myself completely on his length. The
stone cracks, and his chest ripples with a sharp inhale.
“Let me fucking go,” he bites out again. I shake my head, though he’s not looking at me. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
I know what he’s asking. Release the handcuffs. He could get out of them if
he wanted to. And the fact that he’s waiting until I do it myself speaks volumes.
I have a strong feeling that despite what Zade thinks, he’s had more control than he gives himself credit for. But the second the metal falls from his wrists, it will dissipate. Now that I’ve given him everything, I will experience Zade truly at his most unhinged.
There was never a question that he would strike the moment they were off, but now he’s a starved animal with fresh meat right outside its cage.
“I’m not going to do that.”
Fuck it, I might as well take advantage while I’m still in one piece.
My mouth parts as I rock against him, allowing my eyes to drift and my head
to tip back as euphoria builds where we’re connected.
Low, uneven moans fill the air, so lost in riding his cock and how good it feels to use his body for my own pleasure that when his hot breath fans across my neck, it feels like waking up from a fever dream and not remembering where
I am.
“I hope you enjoy this, baby,” he rumbles into my ear. “I hope you revel in
the feeling of your pretty cunt intact and your skin pristine.”
My breath hitches, his tone darker than a black hole swallowing up the stars
in the sky. No light escapes—not in them, nor in Zade.
I grind against him harder, gritting my teeth as his biting words eat at my bravery. Sweat coats both of our bodies for entirely different reasons. It takes effort to contain his beast, while mine is loose and out of control.
“You don’t scare me,” I lie, shivering when I roll my hips just right, the tip of
his cock hitting that perfect spot.
“Shame,” he murmurs, nipping at the sensitive flesh in the juncture of my collarbone, making my body quake once more. “I love it when you’re a scared little mouse, thrashing beneath my paw and desperate to get away.”
“Does it make you feel powerful?” I ask through gritted teeth, repeating a question he asked me not too long ago. An orgasm is building low in my belly, shredding my control as my movements become choppy.
“Of course, it does,” he murmurs, his deep voice dark and wicked, our moans
entwining when I roll my hips. “When you’re in the palm of my hands, it’s the
only time I feel like this world is worth saving.”
Panting, I rock faster, chasing the orgasm just within my reach.
“You like to use my cock to make you come, don’t you, baby? Remember
that whenever you think you don’t need me. Nothing will make your little pussy
feel better than I can. And look, I don’t even have to fucking try.”
My vision blurs, and I reach down between us, thrumming my clit while
slamming down on his cock just right until I finally reach that pinnacle.
It feels like my soul is ripped to shreds in a matter of seconds. A scream tears
from my throat, even though I can’t hear it. Not when different pieces of my being are scattered in hundreds of thousands of different dimensions.
There’s no sense of time or space, just colors and a feeling of completion.
Like I was put together wrong before, and now that I’ve shattered, those pieces
were stitched back together the correct way.
It’s fucking addicting, and by the time I come down, Parsons Manor