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26

STACEY

Kade punches him in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. “Again?”

Tears burn my eyes. “Yes. Make it hurt.”

The butt of the gun meets his head three times, and No Name slides down the wall with blood trickling from his hairline.

“He was supposed to serve ten years,” Kade says, kicking No Name’s legs as he tries to get up. “I read your report. Disgusting pig.”

You want to fuck her? Give me three hundred and she’s yours.

Do I need to pay for my services too?

What about a big-brother discount?

Kade turns to me. “What do you want me to do now?”

Adrenaline courses through my veins, and I need to release it. Deep breaths fall from my lips as I study Kade. As my eyes hold his, my chest caves with how much I wish we were back in the hotel room, on the jet, on holiday or lying on a beach somewhere.

It’s so foreign, this intense feeling. Like seeing Kade this way has something switching on inside me. This once. I can have him this once and get him out of my system.

I tilt my head to No Name. “Knock him out.”

Kade’s knee belts into his face without hesitation, and he slouches on the ground.

He turns to me, gun still in hand, waiting. “What now?”

My skin burns with deep need, my nipples tightening, rubbing against my dress, which is begging to be ripped off. I shouldn’t be turned on by his violence.

He’s a machine, and I want him.

“Finish what you started.”

He takes a careful step towards me, and my heart stutters.

“What did I start?”

I raise a brow.

“You want an audience?”

He slowly closes the distance when I don’t reply, because my body is too alive and charged with energy to do anything but wait for his touch. “I asked you a question.”

I raise my chin, my heart racing, my pussy clenching as Kade’s eyes travel up and down the length of my body. “Do you hate me?”

He frowns. “What?”

“I said, do you hate me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to hurt me?”

“Sometimes. But not the way you think.”

My gaze drops to the weapon, and I wrap my fingers around his wrist and bring it to my face. I manipulate his hold to press the barrel to my forehead, and like I thought, my clit throbs from the danger. “Does this make you feel better? You hate me, so you could end it now.”

The faint click tells me he turns the safety on, but he doesn’t pull the gun away.

“You could kill me right now.”

He gulps and grips the handle.

Everything deep within me is vibrating, all the way down to my toes as Kade pushes the barrel of the silencer harder against my forehead, making me back into the wall.

“You would love to shoot me, wouldn’t you?”

Kade licks his lips, finally speaking. “It would be more hassle than it’s worth.”

“Because you’d have the mess to clean up?”

He shakes his head. “Because I’d go insane without being able to watch you. I do hate you. I hate who you are, but I can’t stop thinking about your cunt strangling my cock while I throttle you. I picture you covered in blood that isn’t yours. My name on your lips. Screaming for more while you apologise over and over and fucking over again.” He presses the barrel harder to my forehead. “Hate is not the word I would use when it comes to you.”

I smirk. “Always the romantic, Kade.”

He hums, the barrel of the gun slipping down the side of my face gently. He drags the metal across my lips, pulling the bottom one down before he trails the metal between my breasts.

The coldness against my heated skin has me panting.

“The year we spent together was the worst year of my life,” he says. “If I could take every moment back, every lie, I would.”

There’s no venom in his words, because his eyes are hooded, his cock is hard and pressing against my thigh, his breathing unsteady.

“Sounds like you definitely got over me in those two years.”

Kade glares at me, eyes filled with a growing void – his soul rippling into a vortex I want to dive into.

My lungs seize as he drags the gun down, down, down, until he reaches the slit of my dress. “I got over you, just like you easily got over me.”

The tip of the silencer inches between my legs as Kade grabs my hair, elongating my throat. I gasp as the weapon presses to my cunt at the same time his tongue swipes up my throat, teeth nibbling my jaw.

“I want you to cum on my gun.” He moves it against my pussy, my underwear in the way, and I let out a moan.

Stopping his movements, he sucks on my jaw. “Keep going. Rub yourself on it.”

I grind my hips against the gun, needing more pressure. My spine tingles, a coiling heat pooling in my core from how intense it feels, having Kade’s mouth on my body and his gun against the material of my underwear.

“You like that?” His voice is low, and his tongue tickles my earlobe as he speaks, his breath hitching in my ear as I palm his cock. He groans. “Fuck.”

Moaning, I grind harder, chasing that electricity. The tug of my hair, the bite on my shoulder blade, the way his energy merges with mine causes me to shiver as I head to euphoria already.

Whimpers are ripped from my lungs as heat builds in my core, my legs shaking as the silencer runs from my clit to my entrance, sliding and grinding, making my toes curl and my hands grip his shoulders.

I yelp as he rips my underwear off and slides his gun between my legs again, pressing it to my cunt but not entering. “Kade,” I breathe as the pleasure intensifies.

He hisses as I scrape his skin when my orgasm hits like a tidal wave, holding the metal to me as I pulse against it.

It intensifies as he sucks on my pulse and hisses, “That’s right. Fucking cum all over my gun.”

I moan loud enough that the sound echoes around us, throwing my head back as my legs shake, and Kade has to hold me up.

My high goes on for what feels like forever, and I welcome it as he holds me. When I gasp, my heart racing as the pinnacle hits, he spins me around, presses his chest to my back and sinks his fingers inside me. His hard cock is against my ass as he pulls up my dress.

I bite my lip as he curls his fingers inside and fucks me with them – hard and fast.

Ready – I’m desperate for him to replace them with his cock.

I flinch as he pulls them out.

“I need inside this cunt,” he growls as he shoves me forward, bending me over, the leaking tip rubbing against my clit and entrance. He points the gun at No Name, who’s barely conscious.

With one punishing, harsh thrust, he drives home, fully sheathed inside me. I can’t contain the scream I let out or the slap of my hand over my mouth. My pussy welcomes his cock, clenching around him. He’s large, thick, and my tight walls are clutching as he slowly pulls out – then pushes back in until each inch fills me once more.

Full. I’m so full.

He yanks my hair to lift my head to the side, forcing me to face No Name.

“She’s beautiful, right? You agree, or you wouldn’t have fucking kissed her.”

I gasp as he thrusts harshly, pushing deeper, my eyes fixed on the gun he’s pointing over my shoulder.

“Watch what I do to her. Watch how well she takes my cock while you lie there and wait for death. Let her screams for more be the last thing you fucking hear.”

No Name is barely able to open his eyes, his head lolling but I don’t care. The sensation of being so complete, so tight around Kade, has me pressing back, meeting his movements.

For some diabolical reason, having my best friend’s brother screw me while a version of Chris lies in front of us makes me even more turned on. He’s at gunpoint. About to die, and the last thing he’ll see is me being fucked by Kade Mitchell.

My pussy grips his pummelling cock, the faint music of the club hardly drowning out the sound of how wet I am.

When he slows, I beg, “No. Don’t be gentle.”

He wraps my hair around his fist, tugging my head back. “You don’t deserve it gentle, Freckles.”

And with that, he roughly fucks me like I’m his enemy, each snap of his hips nearly pushing me out of my heels. I cry as he hammers into me, my dress bunched at my waist, boobs bouncing, my clit throbbing to be touched.

Kade’s cock slips out as he turns and lifts me into his arms then presses my back to the wall. His head nudges through my soaking slit, and I lace my fingers in his hair.

As he thrusts in, I moan, “Oh God.”

There’s a sting on my ass cheek, and he grits out, “I’m not putting all this effort in for you to call some other fucker’s name.” He pummels into me harshly. “Say my fucking name.”

“Kade,” I breathe, barely audible as he sinks deep.

He groans so intensely, so low, I feel it vibrate in my bones.

“Open your mouth,” he orders while lifting the gun, the silencer pressing to my lips. “Suck on it while I fuck you.”

For a second, I hesitate, but then my lips part as the metal prods between them.

My spine arches as he fucks into me while I suck on his gun, fear and pleasure mixing at the idea he could fire at any point and kill me.

His finger is on the trigger after all.

“Do you know how many people have died from this gun?”

I choke as he pushes it further into my mouth while gripping my ass. I tighten around his dick and moan around the metal as a wave of euphoria hits me.

“Do you know how many times I’ve pictured fucking you with it? Only to kill you right after?”

My inner walls flutter around him as every nerve ending spark into wildfire all over my body – every cell humming as I see stars. I try to cry his name, the word inaudible.

He pulls the gun from my mouth and tilts my chin up as I try to catch my breath, whimpering as he continues driving into me.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He swipes the saliva across my lips, my back smacking the wall as he hammers into me with a snarl. “But sometimes you’re bad to me, and it makes me really fucking angry.”

A mumble to the side interrupts us, and Kade’s jaw clenches as he slows his thrusts. I flinch and cover my ears as he puts four bullets in No Name before dropping the weapon.

“I’m done having an audience,” he says as he pulls out and makes me face the wall, bending me over once more. “Can’t fucking stand you. Kissing random guys at the club.”

He shoves into me again, and my palms slap the wall to keep myself steady.

“I should shoot you too,” he grits out as he grasps one of my breasts, his hips snapping, mercilessly filling me again and again, causing my pussy to throb and pulse around his cock.

“Harder,” I moan.

He slaps my ass with enough force to hurt, and my fluttering cunt strangles his thickness. My body nearly crashes into the wall as he slams into me, and my arms struggle to keep me in place.

“You’ve always responded so well to me. So. Fucking. Well.”

Each thrust has me releasing a moan. He tightens his hold on my hair, both of us moving as our moans and curses echo in a perfect symphony.

In my peripheral vision, I see a river of blood trailing towards us.

We’re fucking next to a dead body.

I fist my hands against the wall as he pinches my nipple then twists it. “Fuck, Kade.”

I’m so close again. So damn close. My toes curl, eyes screwed shut as I feel an inferno rushing through my nerve endings.

Kade snatches my chin and turns my head to face him over my shoulder. “Open your fucking eyes. Look at me while you cum.”

I do, seeing his lips parting with gasps with each thrust of his cock inside me.

The burning desire wraps around the base of my spine – and I shatter completely.

His hand slips down to my throat, and he nearly cuts off my air as he fucks me through my orgasm. His hold is as tight as my walls around his shaft. Black dots appear from the pressure, but it only amplifies my orgasm.

“That’s it. Right fucking there. Shit. I can feel your pussy gripping my cock. I’ll cum inside you, Freckles. And I want you to walk around the club with it dripping down your legs, so everyone knows how dirty you are.”

My walls tighten around him repeatedly, pulsing with warmth, my heart speeding up to a dangerous rate as my orgasm hits its excruciating pinnacle. My vision shadows, the faint sound of music vanishes, and it’s just me and Kade and how he robs me of air.

He stills on a groan as his cock twitches deep inside me, pumping me full of his cum. He’s sinking his teeth into my shoulder, but I can’t cry out his name; I can’t do anything but silently scream as his hold tightens on my throat until he lets go.

Quivering, we both pant, sweat slick on our skins as we try to put ourselves back together. His heart is racing against my back, matching my own.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted it to feel like that.”

I exhale deeply as I fill my starved lungs, fully satisfied yet wanting him to stay in place. “Me too.”

He lowers his head so we’re cheek to cheek, both breathing heavily. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I manage.

When I glance to the side, his eyes are closed, his nose nudging my cheek delicately. He turns his head more, angling his mouth close to the corner of mine. I fully turn my head too, and he opens his dilated eyes and stares at me, lips parted, gaze dropping to my mouth.

He reaches up to hold the side of my face, caressing his thumb against the glistening skin – the tear from him strangling me. The soft, welcoming, loving touch confuses me.

His hooded gaze drops to my mouth again, and I want so badly to kiss him. To let him kiss me.

But it’s too much.

I look away before this gets more complicated. Kissing has always been a big thing to him – to us. He hated casual, unnecessary forms of affection. Us locking lips right now would be an in-the-moment mistake he’ll throw in my face down the line.

Besides, I’m nothing but a slut to him.

I wince as he slides out, and I feel the coldness in the night as he backs away and stuffs his cock into his pants. He fixes his hair, his chest rising and falling, then checks No Name is dead before grabbing his gun.

Kade calls someone while I right my dress – my underwear is destroyed – and panic starts to settle in. What I just did was… inhumane. Sick. Wrong. Yet, I felt alive.

He tells someone the location of the body then texts for a minute before he takes a picture of No Name.

My eyes water with rage at how unbothered he is by what he just did, and what he’s doing now. I step away, putting distance between us as I smooth my hair. Kade says nothing as he stows his phone, watching me as I back away from the dead body we just fucked in front of.

I feel dirty.

You’re dead to me.

“Was it worth it?” I ask him, motioning to the body. “Committing a crime to have half a million in your bank account.”

Kade laughs silently and tucks the firearm into his waistband. “I have a lot more than half a million in my bank account.”

“It sickens me how proud you are of yourself.”

I wipe my eyes again, annoyed at myself for getting emotional.

“You’re upset? Why?”

I dodge him trying to touch me.

“Hey. Talk to me, Freckles.”

That name triggers so many memories for me.

I could listen to your voice on the phone forever, Freckles.

I miss your annoying face. I’ll see you soon, Freckles.

Can I touch you, Freckles?

I’m not asking, Freckles. You’re going on a date with me.

Freckles. Freckles. Freckles.

“I wish I could hate you the same way you hate me,” I manage, dragging my wet gaze from him, stepping over the trail of blood. “This person you are now, I wish you weren’t him.” I close my eyes as I take a deep breath and walk to the door, his cum already leaking out of me.

I stop. “You make me feel worthless for something that wasn’t my fault. And as fun as it’s been messing with you the past few days, you’re out of my system.”

Throwing the door open, I don’t spare him a last look. “Clean your mess up before you get caught. Have a good night, Kade.”