The small voice inside my head is becoming weightless. So small and insignificant that its words are no longer holding power. I’m becoming annoyed with the voice of reason because nothing I feel for Zade is reasonable. He stirs up emotions too powerful for reason and logic. Too strong to be eclipsed by a little voice in my head.
“What if I don’t want you to?” I croak, though my words are in direct contrast to my actions. One leg hikes over his hip, bringing him closer while my mouth still attempts to push him away.
“What if the last thing I want is you inside me?” His lips skim over mine, traveling down my cheek and to my jawline. He nips harshly, his teeth pulling out another moan as pain and pleasure stab at my nerves.
This time when he grinds into me, I meet his thrust, desperate for him to be closer. Still, I can’t give up, even though my body already has.
“What if I come to hate the feeling of you inside me?”
Finally, he releases my pinned wrists, grabs the collar of my shirt, and tears it in half. I gasp from the brutal onslaught of cold rain pelting my skin. My back arches as his hands sweep up harshly across my stomach, sending waves of electricity dancing across my flesh. His touch alone is making me feel crazed. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good.
And then he’s clawing at my bra, exposing my breasts, before that too is torn away from my body.
“You would hate the feeling of coming so hard that your body gives out?”
Before I can answer, he nips at my jaw again, softer this time, before moving down to my neck. His mouth pauses over the sensitive spot right below my ear. He releases a single breath, and that action is the only warning I have before his teeth clamp down.
The only response I’m capable of is a garbled scream. My eyes roll, his tongue lapping at the sting and drawing out the intense pleasure.
Sharp bites descend down past my collarbone until one of my nipples is being sucked into his hot mouth. A strangled cry releases, and I shudder beneath his lashing tongue.
My back arches while I claw at his hair, tugging on the strands just as brutally as he sucks on my nipple.
Finally, his teeth release me, and I take a brief moment to shoot fire out of my lungs. “I can make myself come harder than you ever could.”
I feel his smile, and I don’t need to see it to know how cruel it is. He lifts his head, just enough to peer down into my eyes.
My heart sinks, and my instincts sense the doom long before his words confirm it.
“Are you prepared to prove that to me, little mouse? Because if not, I’m going to make you eat your fucking words.”
Chapter 34
The Manipulator
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’ve never been religious, despite my berating a phantom in the sky for constantly testing my sanity. But in this moment, I seriously hope that something is looking out for me. Because I have a feeling when Zade is finished with me, my soul will be decimated, and nothing will be able to save me from his damnation.
Swallowing thickly, I ask, “How do you plan on doing that?”
I try to insert an ounce of confidence, but the calculating look on Zade's face completely shreds that notion. I shiver, but not from the relentless rain soaking my skin.
Instead of answering verbally, he reaches down and grips the waistband of my leggings. In one sharp tug, he’s ripping the fabric down my legs and flinging it somewhere out in the forest.
Definitely won’t be getting those back.
My eyes round when he harshly jerks my yellow thong, the lace easily tearing beneath his strength.
“Zade…” I gasp, attempting to close my legs to block the freezing rain from my exposed core. He deflects my attempts, prying my knees apart until the rain batters against my center. I squeal from the sensation, sucking in a sharp breath.
Zade may resemble a God, but he’s never been the forgiving type.
Adjusting his grip to the underside of my thighs, he pushes my legs back until my knees are hiked up to my ears, and my pussy is completely bared to the unforgiving elements.
“Zade!” I shout, my hands shooting out to cover myself.
“Touch yourself, little mouse. Let me see how hard you can make yourself come,” he orders, his voice thick with desire.
“I’m not—” He bars his left arm across both thighs and uses his now free hand to swipe my hands away. Before I can ask what the hell he’s doing, he delivers a sharp slap straight on my pussy.
I yelp loudly, pain lancing through my clit and up my spine. The only reprieve is with his body now leaning over me, the rain is no longer pounding against my sensitive core.
“What the fu—”
“What did I just tell you to do, Adeline? Don’t make me ask you again.”
My mouth flops, the words having escaped me. He stares up at me, his face cast in a severe expression that brokers no room for argument.
Biting my lip, I contemplate arguing with him. But it takes all of two seconds to come to a single conclusion.
I don’t want to.
Keeping my gaze locked on his, I slowly slide my hand back to the apex of my thighs, the gathering slickness having nothing to do with the rain.
Reluctantly, as if he can’t decide if he wants to watch my face or my hand, he pulls his gaze away and settles those yin-yang eyes on my pussy. Right as I’m dipping a finger inside me.
His nostrils flare, and his hand on my thigh becomes bruising.
“Fuck,” he mouths silently, his eyes flaring with heat. Heat that extends to me, spreading like wildfire until the pattering rain against my flesh is a balm to the incessant burn.
Dragging my finger out of my pussy, I circle my finger across my clit, my mouth falling open and a husky moan slipping past my lips.
Pleasure exudes from where my digit continues to circle, and I can’t help but rock my hips against my own hand, seeking a touch past my own. A touch that would be rougher, firmer—better.
Ignoring my body's silent plea, I focus on my ministrations, my head kicking back as my orgasm builds.
Zade lifts up, removing his arm from across my thighs and taking up his former position of kneeling before me with his hands firmly holding my knees to the ground on either side of me.
This way, his body is no longer providing protection against the rain, the cold drops of water like ice between my legs.
I lift my head, my heart thundering as Zade’s eyes sear through me. The knowledge that he is watching everything I’m doing to myself only heightens the pleasure. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and the unfiltered moans are impossible to control.
I’m too lost in the moment to care about how loud I am. Too high on the euphoria coursing through my system as I reach that cliff.
Sensing my stiffening limbs, Zade looks up at me and whispers, “Show me how deeply I’ve ruined you.”
My brows contort, and my mouth falls open as I topple over that edge. I cry out, my hips rocking relentlessly, searching for something more.
The orgasm that washes over me is sharp and quick. Before, I would've been satisfied with that. But now, with the cruel man kneeling before me, I feel fucking robbed.
I keep my mouth closed, the downpour and wind seeming silent now that my moans have ceased.
A wicked smirk forms on his lips, emphasizing the scars on his face.