Someone descends, taking the steps slowly. The footfalls are soft, and I know it’s Mom. She’s coming to check on us.
“Stay on your knees. You’re not done cleaning your mess.” Kaden whispers as he uses my hair to drag me toward the island. “Rest your head against the cabinets and don’t move.”
I ease back, my thighs folded under me as he presses his hips closer to my face. His cock hangs heavily, glistening with wetness as he stares down at me. “Open.”
My lips fall apart, the thrill making my blood bump faster as Mom gets closer. All she’s going to see is Kaden from this angle. She won’t see her daughter on her knees for her son.
Kaden backs me into the wood, using his hips to keep me in place as his length touches the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering as he stuffs my mouth so full that not a single sound escapes.
“Kaden?” Mom asks, releasing a breath as she stops at the base of the stairs. “What was that sound?”
He shrugs, his only giveaway the jump in his jaw as I begin to bob my head, sliding him in and out of my mouth while my tongue teases him. “Maybe it was Melody? She went to my bike to grab something for me.”
He places his hands on the counter, tension lining his shoulders as our power dynamic tips. I’m in charge now, and this feels better than any submission. He’s weak right now, trying to put on a calm face while my nails bite into his muscular thighs and I take him until there’s resistance.
“Hmm,” Mom hums. “It could have just been the door then. Don’t stay up too late.”
Kaden snatches my hair when my hand slides to his balls, and I massage them as I choke around him. “Who the fuck taught you that?”
I pull back, my lips puffy and swollen as I pant with a smile. “The internet.”
“Huh,” he muses. “Use your mouth on them.”
I dip down, taking one into my mouth as my hand strokes him from above. This angle allows me to see as pleasure wracks him, and his head tips back.
“Fuck, you’re too good at that,” he grits, his head shooting down. His hand covers mine, squeezing me as he forces me to stroke faster. I swirl my tongue along the seam, shoving my face further into him.
He yanks me back as he groans, his release coating my face. I close my eyes and open my mouth, conditioned to this ritual anytime he comes. As some splashes over my lips, I swipe my tongue to collect it, the salty taste making me hum.
He cups my cheek, tilting my head up to look at what he’s done to me. “You’re perfect, Melody.”
My cheeks flush more as I turn into his palm and nip at him. “Only for you.”
He helps me stand, hoisting me up into his arms bridal style as I wrap my hands around his neck. My feet kick as I smile. “My room or yours?”
“Mom is least likely to barge in on me, so my room.” He answers as he kisses my temple.
Chapter twenty-eight
Kaden
Thesunhasn’trisenyet as I unwrap my arm from Melody’s waist. I’m sliding out of the bed, making every movement slow and deliberate so I don’t rustle her. I have training with Ivan’s enforcers, something I’ve been doing five times a week for the last two years. It’s to tone my body and turn me into the machine he needs to complete his plan.
I also can’t miss it. While I wish I could live in this daydream, I have to think ahead—to the future we’ll share. I won’t be any good to my friend if I don’t treat this seriously.
I walk into my closet, ripping my clothes off and changing as quickly as I can. I think I’m in the clear until I hear Melody’s legs shuffle across the bed.
“Kaden?” She whispers, her voice laced with sleep.
I rest my head back against my shoulders, closing my eyes. “Yeah, Sunny?”
“Come back to bed.”
Fuck.
I want to more than anything, but I have an obligation. One that will allow us the life we deserve in the near future.
I step out of my closet, taking in the beauty resting in my bed. Soft curls are sprawled across our pillows, golden hair shining. Melody stares at me with a frown, her eyes squinting into the subtle lighting casting from behind me.
