Page 32 of Hideaway

Kara drew her hand back swiftly, startled by the raw, uncontrolled violence in his voice. Cade’s words rang with warning, not that any cautionary disclaimer was warranted in that regard. She knew exactly who and what she was dealing with; she had already witnessed and experienced all the terrible, threatening aspects of being in Cade’s vicinity. Since that fateful day he came barging into the library, she had been taken from her home, drugged, and dragged out to the middle of nowhere entirely against her will. She spent every day living in a prison of his design because his former client had every intention of doing far worse things to her if he got the chance. With certainty, being thoroughly fucked by Caden Ashford would be the most agreeable event to occur since he had crashed so disruptively into her life.

What Kara didn’t know was that Cade regretted and despised every single fucked up detail that formulated their short acquaintance. Every despicable thing he had allowed to happen that led to her lying in his bed at that very moment. The lack of control that led to the unforgivable act of kissing her and making her feel the same burning need that he had been struggling against for longer than he cared to admit. The things he would do to her if he had her consent. The things he thought about doing even if he didn’t. If the girl had any sense, she would run as far away from him as possible. If he had any decency, he would set her free and allow her to vanish into a peaceful existence somewhere boring and insignificant. Somehow, he guessed neither of them had the capacity for either.

Having expended her patience for laying in frosty silence while Cade ignored her to brood over whatever dismal thoughts swirled around in his mind, Kara gathered her courage and decided to tempt fate. Self-preservation be damned, she reached across the wide expanse between them and brushed the exposed angle of his hip with her fingertips, following the v-shaped crease etched into his torso downward until she reached the waistband of his pants. Her fingers lingered there, suggestively tracing a line along his lower abdomen, bracing herself for his reaction.

With a sound that almost resembled a growl, Cade captured Kara’s wrist tightly, pushed her on her back, and positioned himself on top of her with his knees locking her hips in place. Roughly grabbing her other wrist, he forced both of her arms above her head, stretching her out as far as she could go. In spite of herself, Kara struggled against him, innately spurred to panic by the inability to move, pinned beneath the weight of Cade’s body. As she discovered her own defenselessness, Kara felt the first prickles of fear.

“Is this what you want, Kara?”Cade asked in a tone that was somehow both seductive and sinister, lowering his head close to hers as though he meant to kiss her.

“Yes,”Kara answered softly, biting her lip to keep it from trembling with the nervousness she felt radiating throughout her entire body.

“Are you sure? Iam, in no respect,a gentleman in the bedroom.”

“You’re not exactly a gentleman outside the bedroom either.”

“My love, you wound me,”he answered with feigned injury.

“You’re stalling,”Kara accused pointedly.“What’s the matter, Ashford? Are you scared?”

“No, love,”he answered, sounding resigned.“But you should be.”Without giving her another moment to reconsider her decision, Cade reached for the shirt she wore and ripped it down the middle sending buttons scattering around the bed.

“Cade!”Kara exclaimed in exasperation as she watched him demolish the only clothing she wore into a heap of threads.

“Don’t speak,”Cade commanded firmly, the sternness of his eyes proving that he was incredibly serious about his unusual demand. He needed some display of submission from her, and surrendering her voice was the very least she could do. Ever the strong-willed, outspoken girl, Kara looked at him as though she was contemplating all the different ways she could torture and dismember him, but she respected his order. Good. She was learning that obedience was the only way she would earn what she wanted from him.

Pleased with her silence, Cade released her gaze and allowed himself to admire the view he had stubbornly ignored during her earlier strip tease. The delayed gratification and the complete control he possessed in the current situation made the delectable sight all the sweeter. His lust-filled eyes ravaged the most intimate parts of her body, devouring the sight of her nakedness with a hunger he wasn’t sure could ever be appeased. Kara was undeniably lovely with perfect, milky skin that seemed radiant as though bathed in moonlight. Her breasts were surprisingly large and almost too full for her petite frame, her rosy pink nipples hard and practically begging to be sucked and bitten. Her waist was narrow, her hip bones jutting out a little too sharply and lacking in softness. Cade made a mental note to make sure Mrs. Hughes got her to eat more. Her thighs were the thickest part of her body, soft and curvy and demanding that he sink his teeth into the pale flesh and run his tongue along the smooth skin. Between her thighs was a small, meticulously groomed patch of blond curls that covered a pussy so wet and needy that he could see her arousal glistening on the top of her thighs. Clearly, his girl was fucking desperate to have his cock inside of her, and the knowledge of her desire sent all the blood in his body rushing straight to his aching dick.

“Cade, please,”Kara pleaded in impatience, thrusting her hips upward with a desperate need to be touched.

As soon as she said the words, Kara swiftly felt the tight grip of Cade’s hand against her mouth, stifling any of the expletives she might have attempted to use. Cade’s face was stern, almost angry as he glared at her darkly and squeezed his hand harder the more that she struggled beneath him. Frantically, Kara writhed helplessly beneath the weight of his body and hand, uncomfortable with her current position even more now that she couldn’t move or speak.

“Not another word, Kara,” Cade commanded forcefully with a punishing press of his fingers against her cheeks. “If you disobey me again, I’ll have to think of a way to punish you.”His eyes lit with malice as they traveled across her exposed body, conjuring creative retributions.“I already have a few ideas, so you’d better not tempt me.”

Tyrannical asshole.

Frustrated and exhausted, Kara let out a sigh of exasperation and stopped fighting. With an arrogant smile of victory, Cade ran his thumb from one hip to the other, tracing an invisible line across her trembling body just above her aching pussy. Teeming with anticipation and a small measure of nervousness, Kara lifted her hips to meet his touch, yearning to feel his fingers lower. She was fairly sure he was teasing her, stroking his fingers close enough to her pelvic region to be suggestive, but not accurately enough to provide satisfaction.

And he was, of course.

Kara groaned impatiently against the hand Cade still held over her mouth, and he laughed with gratified amusement.“Very keen, aren’t you, love?”he taunted, continuing to caress the length of her hip.

Refusing to be bated into giving the hateful man a chance to inflict whatever unusual punishments he had devised, Kara ignored the question in restless silence. Cade assessed her response with surprised approval, deciding that obedience deserved to be rewarded.

“Is this what you want?”Cade asked seductively, sliding his fingers down from her mouth, over her breasts, across her abdomen, below her hips, and, finally, between the folds of her dripping, wet cunt.

Kara moaned loudly as Cade’s fingers brushed against her clitoris, grateful that his hand had found a more useful occupation than keeping her mouth in check. Years of experience had taught Kara that men should be certified with a specific level of experience before being allowed to play with a woman’s pussy. Prodding, unskilled fingers did more harm than good, so the first stroke of the clit was always a test of expertise. After a few blissful moments, Kara could emphatically say she knew one thing to be true regarding Caden Ashford: the man knew his way around a clit even better than she did.

Cade reveled in the moans of pleasure that he dragged from her; they were perhaps the loveliest sounds he had ever heard, especially as he had waited so long to enjoy them. She was incredibly responsive to his touch, moving her hips in rhythm with the circular motion of his fingers, her body rising slightly as he edged her closer to release. When she was seconds away from climaxing, Cade’s hand stilled. He preferred to let her build slowly; delaying gave her body a chance to savor the sensation, to allow the orgasm to penetrate every sense and every nerve. An exasperated sigh of disappointment from Kara suggested that she did not agree with his strategy.

Kara trembled from the loss of the orgasm, her body singing with electric, uncontrollable need. Cade didn’t delay for long; she soon felt his fingers slip inside her, sliding easily with the wetness of her arousal. Kara gasped at the sensation of being filled and stretched from within as Cade penetrated her with two fingers before adding a third. He moved his other hand to his mouth, wetting his fingers before continuing to caress her clitoris with concentrated, circular strokes. The dual stimulation left Kara feeling as though she was being set aflame from the inside with a delicious warmth that seemed to radiate through her whole body. The brink of her climax arrived quickly; she lifted her hips off the bed as she rose to meet it before plummeting with a cry of desperation as Cade once again deprived her of his fingersandher orgasm.

He was going to fucking kill her with need if he didn’t stop his torture soon.

She whimpered when Cade once again touched her aching, over-sensitized skin, biting her lip to keep from begging for the orgasm he kept denying. If she broke his rule of silence, the cruel bastard probably wouldn’t let her come the entire night. In that moment, she couldn’t be certain if that wasn’t his plan all along. Obviously, he was a sadist who enjoyed giving her agony more than pleasure.

Maybe she could conceal her pleasure and come without him knowing?

The loud scream that escaped her lips the moment Cade’s lips wrapped around her throbbing nipple and sucked it against his teeth proved that she wouldn’t be very successful at masking her pleasure when he controlled her body as though he owned it. The pressure in her core was building at an alarming rate as Cade’s tongue rolled over her tight nipple, his fingers continuing to pound wetly inside her pussy as his thumb assaulted her clit with expert precision. She was nearly there, and she wanted to orgasm so much that it physically hurt.

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