“You want me to bend you over and put my prick inside this tight little hole? You think you can make me come?”
I try using my legs to pull him closer. But Kade is holding me in such a way I can’t make him budge. He makes me listen to what he’s saying.
“I use you like this, Quinn, and then you’re going to sit and eat whatever I order. When we’re finished, you’re going to stand up, and if I see one smudge of my come on the chair, you’re going to lick the seat clean before I fuck your throat raw in the carpark for everyone to see. Because all you are to me is a dirty fucking whore.”
Warmth tickles from the soles of my feet up my legs until it pools in my core at his words. He drops my legs, forcing me to stand. The fire his touch brings ignites, starting to burn away my anguish.
Turning me so fast my head spins, Kade shoves the side of my face against the door with one hand, and with the other, he grips my hip hard enough to bruise. Kicking my feet wide, he dips his entire body down and surges inside me in a single thrust.
And I breathe for the first time all day.
His hand slips around my mouth, silencing my groan. I whimper around his palm until he slaps my ass. “You dirty bitch. You want everyone to hear how good my cock is, don’t you? I’ll pull out and find some other whore who knows how to keep secrets if you don’t shut up. What if I have a life outside of here and your pathetic noises bust my gig? That’s fucking selfish.”
I nod, agreeing. I am incredibly selfish.
And he does have a life outside of me.
I want him to keep having that life, too, which is why I’m pushing him away. Or trying to.
He drags his length all the way out before he slams back in, the motion making my head thud against the wall. He does it over and over, ramming my pleasure sky high. I want him to use me exactly like the whore he keeps muttering callously about.
Kade fucks me past the constant noise of a clock ticking inside my brain, drowning out the reality of my life. He grips my hips harder, moving faster again before he growls and stills. His fingers dig deeper into my skin as he floods me full of his release.
My mind tumbles over and over, and my peak starts to sweep through the coldest parts of my soul.
“At least you’re good for it,” he snaps, taking my desire for him somehow higher.
He pulls out and wipes his messy cock all over my ass to clean himself off before he redresses. He turns for the door, leaving me with my face pressed against the wall, my skirt pulled high.
And this is the part that quietens the noise, so all I can hear is his breathing. Telling him a truth that could fit to every explanation I have of why I need him so much and can’t have him at all.
“Please,” I whisper, the words hardly spoken, but he hears.
“You think any of this,” he warns, crowding around me again, two hands curling over my bare ass, “is about you?” He uses both hands to peel my pussy open before he circles a finger over my clit, rubbing until I’m seeing stars in my eyes and feeling nothing but zero gravity.
“This is a waste of my time,” Kade says, his words harsh, his touch the opposite. He toys with me, keeping me safely tucked away from reality for as long as he can, until I fall apart on his hand.
I hate how sullied I am. I am dirty and ruined because I wasn’t enough to save my family. I did this, and I deserve this, because I wasn’t enough. But somehow Kade makes me feel like I am enough. He takes me to a place where I feel seen and treasured, but I never stay there long enough. I’ll never be able to stay there if Victor is still alive. But I adore Kade for trying to rescue me.
I float in the peace he brings. I’m vaguely aware of him righting my clothes and curling around me protectively. His touch is softer, so much softer, and his words eventually break through. “Quinny, sweetheart, tell me you’re okay?”
I twist around and wrap his face in my hands, kissing him slowly and sweetly, like he prefers.
“You’re too good to me,” I murmur against his lips before he pulls away.
He rolls his eyes, shaking his head so his hair flops back into place. “Lucky we’re only friends, then, isn’t it? I’m serious about feeding you before you run off, though. And I want to know what happened to your hand.”
Chapter Three
QUINN
Kade makes a grab for the bill, but I snatch it off the table faster. With a teasing laugh and a quick step, I dodge as he tries to stop me.
“You paid last time.” I smile, walking backward, waving the bill folder at him.
“No, you did. You also pulled this same shit then.” He makes a rumbly sound of challenge, placing both his hands on the table and pushing himself to stand. He starts stalking toward me like a lion in the jungle.
Like every other time we’ve been here, my intention of leaving him quickly never actually happens. Once the dinner rush is done, the place empties, and we get to talk for hours without being rushed. And each minute I spend with him, I feel my reserves filling back up.
