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“Very funny, Kara,”Cade replied with an uncharacteristic eye roll. He turned toward Kara and subtly searched her body for marks or signs of injury. Although he had tried to go easy on her, Cade knew he was naturally rough during sex. Because he always fucked women with rough sexual preferences, it was never a problem. Everything was always discussed beforehand, agreed upon, and signed on for the sake of keeping his lawyer happy. But Kara was different. In fact, everything about his relationship with Kara went against his typical practices. He felt her chipping away at his control one sliver at a time, and the unfamiliar uncertainty he experienced around her was driving him toward insanity.

“Are you okay?” Cade asked with a furrowed brow, not quite sure how to proceed with Kara post-fuck. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Kara stretched out happily from her fingers to her toes.“I’m okay. Better than okay actually. I think a thorough fucking is just what I needed.”

Chapter Eight

THE blissful scent of coffee wafting through the air roused Kara from the deepest, most peaceful slumber she’d ever had. Honestly, the past few nights spent in Cade’s bed offered the best sleep she’d had in a while, in or out of captivity. And there was something about that word that had Kara cringing in distaste. Did she still consider herself to be a prisoner? Technically, she couldn’t leave, even if she wanted to; she knew having sex with Cade wouldn’t have altered her circumstances that drastically. But she no longer wanted to view him as a villain, nor herself as a victim. She was—hopelessly, stupidly, naively—falling for him, and it hurt her sense of pride to be reminded that she was merely a captive developing misplaced feelings of affection for her captor.

Stockholm Syndrome is a fucking bitch.

Unknowingly interrupting an inner turmoil of epic proportions, Cade walked around to Kara’s side of the bed, setting a steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table. “Good morning,” he greeted pleasantly, his voice soft and warm as he sat down beside Kara on the bed.

“Is it?” Kara asked nervously, not quite sure how to act around the all too attractive specimen of a man after he spent most of the night—and a majority of the last seventy-two hoursinsideof her. Would things eventually go back to the way they were? Was she a temporary bit of fun, a moment of weakness, or did the sex mean something to him? She knew it meant something to her, but she didn’t know how to navigate the complexities of falling for herfucking kidnapper.

“From where I’m sitting, it’s pretty damn brilliant,” Cade answered with a smile, reaching over to brush a soft wave of hair from Kara’s cheek.

Hearing his words, Kara relaxed slightly. At least he didn’t regret what they did. That was a start. “So, what now?”

“Now, you drink your coffee like a good girl, go put on something thatisn’tmine,” he enjoyed her slight blush as she looked down at his dress shirt wrapped around her naked body, “and then you join me for breakfast. It will be just the two of us as the others are preparing for an assignment we have later today.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Kara questioned, unable to conceal the disappointment in her words.

“I’m afraid I do have to work on occasion,” Cade answered teasingly. He noticed her expression fall, doubt and hurt etched into her features. He gripped Kara’s jaw and forced her to look up at him. “Hey, my leaving has nothing to do with you,” Cade reassured her. “These last few nights have been perfect.Youhave been perfect. And I have every intention of making it back home as quickly as possibly so that I can make you come so many fucking times you’re begging me to stop. And then, I’ll fuck you into oblivion.”

Kara felt her breath hitch and her bare pussy dampen at the sheer, explicit deliciousness of Cade’s words. “Do you promise?” Kara asked, her voice breathless and needy as she considered all the ways she could get him to skip the leaving part and fulfill all his threats right that moment.

“I promise,” Cade pledged seriously. If there was one thing he didn’t fuck around with, it was sex. “Does my girl need a sign of good faith?” he asked, reading the desperation in her taut body and clenched thighs. “One more orgasm to hold you until I return and use you so hard you can’t walk or sit or move without thinking about me being inside that tight cunt?”

Kara didn’t even have the decency to be shocked by his words. All she could feel was an exquisitely painful, breathtaking need to be pleasured, filled, and used by the beautiful man beside her. “Yes, please.”

“Spread your legs, love. Let me see how soaked that pussy is for me,” Cade commanded, crawling over her until he sat in between her bare thighs and sliding his hands up her hips.

With an electrifying shock of arousal and a whimper of anticipation, Kara obeyed, spreading herself for him as wide as she could. Licking his lips, Cade dove between her open legs and devoured her—kissing, licking, and biting as though it was the first and last time he would ever taste anything so delectably satisfying. His hot tongue lapped at her entrance, savoring the earthy tanginess of her arousal, before he thrust his tongue inside her, his cock hardening almost painfully when he heard Kara’s sweet whimpers of need as he impaled her with his mouth. Kara’s fingers twisted in Cade’s hair, holding him captive between her damp thighs as her moans grew loader and more frantic. Feeling her body begin to tighten beneath him, Cade withdrew his tongue and slapped her pussy, the sound of his palm meeting with her dripping cunt loud and unmistakably wet.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” Cade asked ferociously, his voice unrecognizably animalistic as he replaced his tongue with three of his fingers, shocking her with the sensation of being completely filled as he viciously pumped them in and out of her. “Isn’t it, love?” he repeated, emphasizing his words with three sharp thrusts of his fingers, splaying them as wide as they could go inside of her. It might have hurt if she wasn’t so completely consumed with arousal and need.

“Yes!” Kara exclaimed, completely incognizant of his words. She just wanted him to shut the fuck up and use his mouth for better purposes.

Satisfied with her response, Cade gave her what she wanted. He lowered his mouth to her clit and sucked hard, scraping the sharpness of his teeth over the hard nub. With his teeth wrapped mercilessly around her clit, Kara came as screams of ecstasy poured from her lips. Cade felt her clench tightly around his fingers as she fell apart, riding his hand shamelessly as she enjoyed a tsunami of pure bliss. Finally satiated, Kara fell back against the bed limply, her chest still heaving from the aftermath of an otherworldly orgasm. She stared at Cade with sex-hazed eyes, her expression somewhat sheepish after having come undone so completely, soloudlyin his presence. She had never in her life been quite so expressive during sex; perhaps it was because Cade was the first man to do it right.

Slowly, Cade withdrew his fingers from her drenched, pulsing pussy, enjoying the way she winced when he pulled out, as though she wanted to keep him inside her forever. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Cade lifted the three fingers still dripping with her cum to his mouth and sucked on them, licking away every last drop of her arousal as Kara watched him with a conflicting sense of horror and lust. “Goodbye has never tasted so fucking good,” Cade proclaimed as he bent to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. She kissed him back with a bloody fervor that demanded goodbye never come at all.

BREAKFAST had passed too quickly; it was one of their rare moments alone while not fucking, and Kara had enjoyed every minute of it. Anxiety began to creep in at the idea of being left unaccompanied in the sprawling mansion without Cade. Mingled with the anxiety was a disturbing sense of excitement—she would be left alone in the mansion without Cade. The intoxication of Cade’s presence often stifled the rational part of Kara’s consciousness that reminded her she was still a captive in a cage. With the knowledge that Cade would be gone, that reasonable part of her being was jolting into awareness, planning for an escape. Kara tried her best to quell the annoying nettling of reason and focus on Cade’s last moments with her before going on a grand adventure to scheme and pillage or whatever the fuck he did. His criminal activities were also something she tried to ignore to the best of her abilities, particularly when his cock or tongue was inside her. Morality was a pesky intruder when it came to fucking.

“Promise me you won’t leave the manor,” Cade ordered, his voice stern and intimidating and leaving very little room for negotiation. Actually, as far as he was concerned, therewasno room for negotiation. “It’s not safe right now,” Cade continued almost pleadingly as he grasped her throat gently,possessively. “I hate having to leave you.” Cade’s grip tightened slightly as he moved his other hand to softly trace the shape of her lips, committing the prominent points of her cupid’s bow to memory. “If I had it my way, I would imprison you in my bed, torture you with my mouth and cock, and never let you escape, no matter how much you beg.” His lips found the tender spot beneath her ear and kissed lightly, teasing her with a need for more. “And it would please me very much to hear you beg,” he whispered darkly as his teeth grazed her earlobe.

“Forget work. I like your idea much better,” Kara replied, breathless with lust as his lips continued down her neck.

“Sorry, love,” Cade answered in a tone that was decidedly unapologetic; he got rather a thrill from denying Kara what she wanted, making her crave him and need him. And when he returned, he would deliver everything she could possibly imagine and more. “I do still have a professional reputation to maintain. And it would be inadvisable to keep this particular client waiting. He is a significantly powerful man with rather a reputation of being a tyrannical bastard.”

“Hmm, sounds like someone else I know,” Kara quipped before her words were stolen as Cade’s mouth slammed on hers, his tongue forcing its way beyond lips and teeth and aggressively demanding her surrender. His kiss was consuming and demanding, depriving Kara of strength, will, and even thought. Everything she was seemed to dissipate until she was nothing more or less than his. Only his.

“Promise me you’ll stay at the manor,” Cade commanded when he’d finally allowed them the chance to breathe. His hand captured her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. His eyes were darker than usual, they demanded submission and searched for any hint of deception in her countenance or her answer.

“I promise,” Kara answered solemnly. And in that exact moment, brief and fleeting as it was, she meant it.

“Good girl,” Cade responded warmly, pinching her chin playfully before releasing her. “I’ll try to get the assignment finished as quickly as possible. Andyouaren’t allowed to finish until I’m back. Is that understood?”

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