It’s erotic and vulgar—exposing.
But I’m panting with wanton desperation, my fingernails biting into the floor as Kaden explores me. He’s smearing his cum across my pussy before he shoves a finger into me, pushing it back in.
“I love seeing you stuffed full of me,” he whispers huskily.
The tears have dried against my cheeks now as I suck in a breath. I’m hypnotized by him, the words being yanked from me before I can rationalize what I’m doing. “I want a taste.”
Stupid.
Stupid.
Kaden hums as he brings his glistening finger to my lips. I take it, rolling my tongue as the heady, salty taste explodes across my senses. My eyes flutter against my better judgment, and I allow myself to have this act of self-indulgence.
“Good fucking girl,“ he praises. “You’ve done so well for me tonight.”
I shouldn’t enjoy his words, feeding off the approval that radiates from him. My thighs shouldn’t be so slick that they’re slipping against each other as I shift my hips.
Stupid.
Kaden fists my hair again, pulling me up to him before his lips crash over mine brutally. The kiss is claiming and hot, our tongues battling for dominance as he makes a fucking motion with his muscle. We’re sloppy, our saliva spreading before he draws back, and a thin, clear string connects us.
His head tilts, his eyes blazing with so much lust and desire that his pupils swallow his irises. “Are you going to behave for me?”
Some of my reason is beginning to come back as my gaze flickers between his and my fingers curl around his wrist. “No,” I whisper.
He sucks his teeth before leaning forward and tossing me over his shoulder. My clothes hang in tattered rags off me as I pound a fist into his hard back. My legs kick, but he only brackets an arm across them as he stalks towards my bedroom.
“Kaden!” I shout.
A hard hand cracks across my ass, making me hiss at the pain. It’s going to leave a welt.
He allows me to slide down until my feet touch the floor. His fingers curl around my neck as he backs me into the room, his haunted eyes searing into me. “Lie down and get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow, Sunny.”
My gaze flickers to the bedroom door. “What about—”
“Don’t worry about the cuck,” Kaden bites, squeezing my airway. “I’ll handle him.”
I’m calculating his words, the dots slowly connecting.
The invitations.
Long day tomorrow…
My lips part as the wind rushes from me. “You’re forcing me to marry you…”
He smirks cruelly, tilting his head. “Forcing?” He echoes softly as if the word amuses him. “I’m claiming what’smine. You lost our wager. Your soul belongs to me, little sister.”
My pulse hammers beneath his fingers.Mine.
The word bounces back at me, stabbing into my psyche.
The room feels smaller with every step he takes as I follow his lead until the back of my knees hit the bed.
My bottom lip quivers. “You can’t just decide that…”
Kaden’s expression hardens, becoming colder and possessive. “I already did.” He releases my throat only to drag his fingers downward, tantalizingly slowly, as if he’s committing the shape of me to memory. When he speaks again, his voice is a rough murmur. “You think those invitations were a suggestion?” He chuckles humorlessly. “Tomorrow, everyone who matters will be there. They’ll watch you walk down that aisle and give yourself to your big brother. They’ll watch you utter those binding words that will seal our fate.”
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper, shaking my head as my face stings with my building tears.
