Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse Duet #2)

Withdrawing to the tip, he thrusts inside me forcefully, and I cry out both from the bliss and the terror of being pushed over the edge.

But he doesn’t relent and continues to fuck me, testing the strength of the earth beneath us with every stroke. He keeps his hand tightly curled in my hair, bringing me back every time his hips push me forward.
I trade between staring out at the water and looking down into the unforgiving
rocks that seem to come closer and closer.
My vision blackens from the acute pleasure radiating between my thighs, and
the sounds that release from my throat are uncontrollable.
“Oh my God,” I sob, and he drives inside me so hard, my teeth clack from the
force.
“You won’t find God in the sun when he’s already inside you,” he growls, reaching beneath me to find my clit and strum it expertly while hitting that perfect spot inside me, abusing it relentlessly until I erupt, my body going limp from how powerfully I come for him.
“Zade!” I scream, and I no longer care if I live, as long as this feeling never
dies.
He gnashes his teeth, savagely fucking me until he meets the demise he
sought after. A roar tears from his throat and he drives inside me so deeply, the
both of us nearly meet our end at the bottom of the cliff.
We’d haunt Parsons Manor together, and it’s undeniable how much I love the
sound of that.


“You have a spectacular forehead, my friend,” Zade says, a cloud of smoke
swirling from the depths of his mouth. Jeff is strapped to a metal chair, and Zade is sitting across from him, puffing on a cigarette with one hand, and bouncing a little bouncy ball off his forehead with the other.
“Where the hell did you even get the ball from?” I ask, shaking my head as it
rebounds off Jeff’s very red face again and back into Zade’s awaiting hand.
Our captive is not a happy camper. He’s seething at Zade, his entire body shaking from how heated he is.
He shrugs noncommittally. “I found it.”
Okay. Whatever.
The sound of tires crunching through dirt and blades of grass distracts me, and my heart drops with both adrenaline and anticipation.
“Claire’s here,” I announce. Zade only bounces the ball again in response, his
posture relaxed as always.
There are at least fifty men surrounding the area, all hidden from sight. If shit
goes awry, we have plenty of backup.
“Jay, she got a battalion with her?” Zade asks him, the Bluetooth chip in his
ear as always. He’ll probably die with it in there. “…Three? Someone’s a nervous Nelly,” he murmurs.
“Three cars?” I clarify, my anxiety worsening. Sweat forms on my hairline, and I can’t tell if I’m nervous there’s going to be a full-blown shoot-out or if I’m nervous to see Claire.
The lead-up to the confrontation is what sends my nerves into a tailspin. The
anticipation of what’s going to happen. Who’s going to get hurt or die. Yet, in the
midst of the chaos, I find peace, as if I’m standing in the eye of a hurricane.
I just hate the calm before the storm.
“Did you think she’d come alone?” Jeff snips, staring at me like I’m stupid. I
narrow my eyes, tempted to rip that ball from Zade’s hands and bounce it off his
forehead myself. Then who’d look stupid?
Sensing my train of thought, Zade vaults the ball off his face without looking
away from me, landing back into his hand perfectly, his grin deepening.
“Thank you.” I look at Jeff. “Next time, it’ll be a bullet.”
Smartly, he keeps his mouth shut. I was so hoping he wouldn’t.
Zade and I stand when car doors slam shut, the green ball dropping from his
hand and rolling off into the distance, replaced by a gun. My own weapon is in
my hand, my heart pounding heavily as we wait for Claire to enter.
Several nerve-racking moments later, the huge doors open, an entourage
entering first, guns raised. Of course, when they spot us, they freeze, awaiting
orders from the red-headed devil in the back, slowly breaking through her guards.
“Just as expected, Jeffrey. Did you really think you were convincing?”
Claire’s musical voice rings out, finally making her way out of the group. They
crowd around her, uncomfortable with her being exposed in any capacity.
Just like she apparently wasn’t stupid enough to believe Jeff actually captured
us, she also wouldn’t believe that we don’t have the place surrounded by our own men.
It’ll be a battle of whose bullet flies the quickest. Or whose aim is the truest.
My shoulders are tight with tension as I look over the evil bitch who’s responsible for so many lost and broken souls. Her bright red hair is perfectly curled around her head, with matching lipstick and black liner smeared over her lids. She dons an all-white pantsuit, which is a message in itself. She expects to
walk out of this building with her clothing just as pristine as when she walked in.
No blood to be shed—at least not hers.
As fucking if.
A murderous rage arises—not because she had me kidnapped and nearly sold
off to a wicked man, but because she went after my mother.
I guess I should thank her for the free therapy for my mommy issues. I’m not
sure where we stand right now, but what I do know is there is a desire to fix our
relationship that wasn’t there before Claire turned my world over and fucked it
sideways.
“Lovely to see you both again,” she remarks, her tone posh, as if we’re going
on a stroll in a garden, holding our little teacups and biscuits.
Pious bitch. There’s nothing classy about her nor the way she does business.
“Why did you come if you knew it was a trap?” I ask.
“This isn’t going to end in bloodshed, my dear. I think it’s time we settle this.
Z has proven to be resourceful, as have I. Instead of… fighting each other, I think we can come to an agreement instead.”
I train my gaze on Zade, who has his brow arched, but an otherwise blank expression.
Facing Claire again, I wonder if this is an attempt to get a target from one of
the world’s most dangerous men off her back. She’s right—she is resourceful.

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