32. Cade

Tonight is the night. I"ve waited five days, which felt like an eternity, but I wanted to keep her on edge, and I"ve got it all planned out.

My angel wants to role-play, and we"re going to fucking role-play tonight. She"s been working in the main events tent tonight. And once everyone is gone, Tyson has instructions to force her to stay on and clean up alone.

That"s when I strike.

And it"s gone midnight, meaning it"s time.

My cock is so fucking hard it hurts as I adjust my mask and march toward the tent. Colt overheard me talking to Tyson. It wouldn"t surprise me if we end up with an audience, but I"ve never been one to shy away from exhibitionism. Lily has a safe word, red, which we agreed to. She knows I could strike at any time, and she has to slip into her role as the victim and act like she doesn"t want it.

The tent flap rustles as I slip inside, and my eyes are immediately drawn to Lily. She"s on her knees, scrubbing the wooden floor, her short skirt riding up her thighs. I can"t believe she"s mine—my angel, my obsession.

I approach silently, my boots making no sound on the soft earth. Lily freezes as my shadow falls over her, her body trembling.

I clear my throat, and Lily whirls around, her eyes widening in shock as she realizes it"s me. I grab her arm roughly, yanking her to her feet.

"Cade?" she whispers, fear evident in her voice. "What are you doing?"

I don"t answer, instead shoving her against the nearest pole, pinning her there. I press my body against hers, feeling her tremble. My mouth finds the sensitive spot on her neck, and I nip at the delicate skin there.

"No, please," Lily whimpers, her hands coming up to push at my chest. "Stop..."

But I don"t stop. I can"t stop. The only word that could stop me is red, and even then, I can"t be sure. The beast inside me has been unleashed, and I need to claim what"s mine. My hands grip her hips, pulling her flush against me as I grind my arousal against her.

Lily"s eyes dart around the tent, searching for an escape, but we"re alone. She opens her mouth to scream, but I silence her with a bruising kiss. She makes a muffled sound of protest, her nails digging into my arms.

I pull back slightly, gazing down at her flushed, fearful face. "You"re mine," I growl. "Remember your safe word if you need it."

The desire in her eyes is at odds with her act. And it makes me so fucking hard.

I rip open her blouse, sending buttons flying across the tent floor. Lily gasps as I expose her breasts, the cool night air pebbling her nipples. I lean down, taking one rosy peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

"No, stop..." Lily protests, her hands tangling in my hair despite her words of protest. "Stop this. I don"t want?—"

I bite her nipple, making her scream.

Suddenly, I notice movement in the stands. Colt sits down, eyes blazing, while he watches. He meets my gaze as if asking for permission. I give him a nod so Lily doesn"t notice him yet. It might make her feel self-conscious about the role-play we"re acting out.

I yank her skirt up around her waist, revealing her lacy black panties. With a growl, I tear them off, the flimsy fabric no match for my strength. "On all fours, slut!" I growl.

She shakes her head. "No, please, don"t."

Grabbing her hips forcefully, I push her hard onto the floor. Her face pressed into the sand-filled center, forcing her ass into the air.

Fuck.

This is how she is meant to be, fighting me while we fuck.

"Stop this! No. I don"t want it!"She acts so damn well.

I pull down her panties, exposing that beautiful round ass and perfect tight cunt, and give her a hard slap on the left cheek, leaving a red handprint. "You"re going to take it, whether you like it or not,"I sneer, my voice low and menacing, unbuttoning my pants to free my cock.

"No, stop this, you bastard!"My angel shouts, kicking out in a false attempt to escape. She"s easier to read than a book. I can tell she wants me to pull her back. This is what my innocent angel has been fantasizing about.

I catch her ankle, holding it firm, and yank her back toward me, my grip tightening around her hip as I position myself behind her, the tip of my cock teasing her entrance. "You"re not going anywhere,"I hiss, leaning over her back and grabbing a fistful of her hair. "Look at me while I enter you, slut."

Craning her neck, she tries to meet my gaze through the eyeholes of my mask. I slam into her, my cock forcing its way into her tight little cunt. The pained cry that escapes her lips drives me insane. The flash of desire and fear in her eyes makes my already hard cock swell. "Fuck,"I growl, savoring the feeling of her pussy strangling my dick.

"No, stop this! Please, stop!"she cries.

I glance into the stands to see a few more people have arrived. Gage has joined, wearing his signature mask, and has his dick in his hands, along with Tyson and Nash.

Fuck.

That"s when Lily notices the audience, too. My dominance takes over as I pin her hips down, holding her in place with one hand while I yank her hair, pulling her head back, my teeth grazing her earlobe. "They"re all watching you, baby, watching me rape you,"I snarl, my voice low and menacing, while I slow my pace, drawing out each thrust, making sure everyone gets a good show.

Lily whimpers and squirms, but I hold her firmly in place as I continue my slow, deep thrusts.

"Please, stop,"she begs, her voice hitching on a sob that I know is fake. "I don"t want this."

I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. "But you do want this, don"t you, my little slut?"I purr. "You"ve been dreaming about me forcing you, taking you hard against your will. Admit it."

Lily shakes her head frantically, but I feel her inner walls clench around me. I chuckle darkly. "Your pussy doesn"t lie, baby. You"re soaking wet for me."

I pick up my pace now, fucking her harder, my balls slapping against her clit with each brutal thrust. Lily cries out, her hands scrabbling at the dirt floor beneath us.

"That"s right, scream for me,"I snarl. "Let them all hear how much you love being fucked while you tell me to stop."

My gaze drifts back to our audience. All the guys have their cocks out now, stroking themselves in time with my thrusts.

"You see that?"I hiss in Lily"s ear."You"ve got them all hard and aching for you."

Lily whimpers, clearly playing up her distress for our onlookers. "No, please, I can"t take any more,"she sobs, but she still doesn"t use her safe word.

I grin savagely. "Oh yes, you can. And you will."

I piston my hips faster, my balls tightening as my orgasm builds. Lily cries out sharply with each brutal thrust. I lean down, biting the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She screams, the sound ringing out through the empty tent.

"Oh god!"She screams, unable to maintain the part of the resistance as she comes apart for me.

I feel Lily"s inner walls convulse around my cock as she climaxes, her screams of pleasure echoing through the tent. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. With a few more brutal thrusts, I let out a primal roar, exploding deep inside her.

I collapse on top of her, both of us panting. The smell of sex and sweat hangs heavy in the air. After a moment, I pull out and flip Lily onto her back. Her eyes are glazed, lips swollen. I lean down and kiss her deeply.

"You were amazing, baby,"I murmur against her lips.

Lily gives me a satisfied smile. "So were you. That was...intense."

"Was it all you imagined?"

She nods. "Everything and more."

I grin and stand up, fastening my pants. Then I scoop Lily into my arms, holding her bridal style. Her head rests against my chest as I carry her from the tent.

Our audience has disappeared now, leaving the two of us alone. I walk slowly toward my trailer, savoring the feeling of Lily"s warm body pressed against mine.

"I love you, Cade,"she whispers softly.

"I love you too, angel."I kiss the top of her head as I reach our trailer.

I shoulder open the door to my private room, gently place Lily in the bed, and climb in with her, holding her close. I know she must be sore and exhausted after that.

"Cade," she breathes.

I glance down at her. "Yes, baby?"

"Tell me about your past. How did you end up with the carnival?"

I take a deep breath, steeling myself to share the dark parts of my past. "My childhood wasn"t exactly a fairy tale, Lily,"I begin, my voice low and tense. "My old man was a monster, always drunk and angry. My mother, too scared to leave, just took all his crap. I couldn"t take it anymore, so I ran away when I was eleven."

Lily"s eyes widen in shock, but she doesn"t interrupt. I continue, the painful memories flooding back. "Living on the streets was rough. I did things I"m not proud of to survive—stealing, fighting, anything to get by. I was a mess, spiraling out of control. But when I was sixteen, everything changed."

I pause, taking in Lily"s concerned gaze. "That"s when Lenny found me. The old ringmaster of this carnival. He saw something in me and gave me a job and a place to belong. It wasn"t easy adjusting at first, but Lenny showed me the ropes, taught me how to work on the rides, and gave me a second chance at life. I"ve been traveling with them ever since."

Lily"s fingers trace the lines of my face, her touch soft and reassuring. "Thank you for telling me, Cade,"she whispers, her voice filled with empathy. "I can"t imagine how hard that was for you."

"It"s all in the past now,"I say, pulling her closer. "The carnival saved me, and now, so have you."

I kiss her. "Alice mentioned you have had it rough all your life. What did she mean?"

Her eyes fill with unshed tears, and whatever happened, I want to tear apart every person who hurt her with my bare hands. "My mom abandoned me when I was eight. Left me in foster care. I bounced around a lot, from one home to another, never really belonging."

"My first foster parents seemed decent initially, but they were pretending. When their true colors came out, it was too late. The man—he made me do things, horrible things, and no one believed me when I tried to tell. I was a "troubled"kid in their eyes."

I tighten my grip on her, my rage simmering beneath the surface. "Those bastards,"I mutter, barely containing myself.

Lily"s voice shakes as she continues. "I had loads of homes after that. Until I came to a home in Willow Creek, the parents were decent and caring. I finished school there and then got the job at the diner."

"Give me your first foster father"s name,"I demand, knowing I"ll track him down and murder him for what he did.

Her brow furrows, and she shakes her head. "I don"t remember it. I was only there until I was nine."

A storm of fury rages inside, but I keep my face calm. Every fiber of my being screams for vengeance. How could anyone hurt someone so pure, so innocent as Lily? My mind churns through a thousand scenarios, each more violent than the last. I can"t stop my thoughts from circling back to that monster of a man. I don"t care how long it takes or what I have to do; I will find him, and when I do, he will suffer for every single moment of pain he inflicted on her. My grip tightens around her, my mind already plotting the bastard"s demise.

"Anyway,"Lily says, breaking through my violent thoughts. "Enough of that, I"m exhausted."

"Get some rest, baby,"I murmur, pulling her closer. "You deserve it after the show you put on tonight."

Lily smiles sleepily at me as her eyes drift shut. I watch her momentarily, my heart swelling with love and protectiveness. She sighs contentedly and snuggles against me.

As I drift off to sleep with my angel in my arms, I know I"m the luckiest bastard on earth. Tonight was perfect, but it"s only the beginning for us. I have so many ways to keep making my baby"s fantasies come true for the rest of our fucking lives.