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KADE

FLASHBACK

Dad’s version of love comes in the form of obsession; a desire so strong that the only way to have it is to seek, to stalk, to steal and to destroy. He had it all in the palm of his hand and crushed it with one bad decision.

Honestly, he can be a great guy when he tries, but on the inside, he’s nothing but hollow darkness wanting to plan an escape, a murder, or to steal my mother away from the world. Or that’s what he tells me when he’s having a bad day and decides to call me in the middle of one of his episodes.

I’ve seen images and CCTV footage of Tobias Mitchell in his element. Dangerous. Deadly. A man with a mission, and that mission was to do anything possible to have my mother to himself.

His kill count was announced to the entire world when his case was televised in every country.

He killed two officers and permanently disfigured four others when they tried to arrest him in a hotel room. Let’s say his possessive side kicked in, and he lost his shit thinking they were taking Mum. He escaped jail weeks later – and killed a lot of prison guards in the process.

With help from my bitch of a grandmother, he hid for weeks and stalked my mother – until he couldn’t watch her anymore. Then he kidnapped her and locked her in a dog crate in an abandoned animal shelter in the middle of the woods.

Yep, a dog crate. Her and her best friend Gabriella were padlocked into them.

The only way to make it stop was for my mum to agree to run away with my dad.

Tobias Mitchell is pure fucking evil. I might love him, but him staying within that facility is the safest option for everyone.

It all started with him tripping her up by accident and thinking she was pretty.

The first thing I thought when I saw Stacey was that she was pretty. I could see myself hurting someone for her.

I have the DNA of Tobias. Therefore, I am capable of destroying Stacey.

A soft hand strokes my cheek. “Hey. You’re zoning out again.”

I snap out of it and look up at my beautiful girlfriend. “Sorry, I’m jet-lagged.”

“Is there something wrong?” she asks, her thumb swiping under my eye. “Did your dad say something while you were over?”

I turn my head and kiss her palm, perching on my elbows on the studio floor. “Nah, I promise I’m just tired.”

“Tell me again how your dad was, and why do you think your parents are sleeping together?”

I sigh. “It’s just a feeling I have.”

She fastens her leather harness at the shoulder, ensuring it’s tight enough. “Ewan looks at your mum like she’s his entire world.”

“Because she is. I can’t say she looks at him the same way though. I know she loves him, but my dad definitely has her in his hold still. I think the only way to free her is if he died.”

Stacey gasps and tries to slap my arm. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s inevitable.” I shrug. “He’s an old man.”

She glares at me. “No he isn’t. He’s in his forties. And fifty per cent of the world’s population would fuck your dad.”

I tilt my head, confused and disturbed. “What has fucking him got to do with his age?” I lean up and grab her ass, tugging her down on me, so she’s straddling my lap in her barely visible outfit, those leather straps everywhere. “Are you part of that statistic?”

She bites her lip. “Maybe. It’s the villains that are the sexiest after all. Who wouldn’t want a bad boy?”

“He’s a psychopath who murdered people.”

Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red as she smiles. “Even better.”

I groan and attempt not to let the jealousy win. “You’re trying to annoy me.”

I can hear the teasing note in her tone. “He’s Tobias Mitchell.”

She stands in her ridiculously high heels and hits my hand away when I try to pull her to me again, continuing to set up for her routine. My eye twitches, but then she adds, “Besides, I prefer his son.”

I smirk and decide she’ll be mine forever. “Good girl.”

She grins over her shoulder at me, then I watch her every move as she sets up.

“Explain this to me,” I say, flicking the bucket of liquid while Stacey pulls her hair into a high, tight ponytail, before wrapping it into a secure bun at the top of her head.

“It’s a fire-retardant gel to stop my skin from burning.”

I tilt my head as she rubs the gel over her hands and arms. I watch her, mesmerised by her beauty while I lie on my side, the studio’s LEDs settling on a red glow. Stacey then studies her staffs.

“So you won’t go up in flames? Where’s the fire extinguisher, just in case?”

She shakes her head with a smile that lights up her face. “I won’t go up in flames. The training I’ve had involves a lot of safety procedures. The flames will simply lick my skin.”

“Sounds hot.”

“It definitely feels hot,” she says. “Are you sure you don’t want to go meet your friends? Base might actually hunt you down and force you to go play pool with them.”

“He’ll survive. I’m sure he’s still moping over the fact Luciella isn’t replying to his texts. He’ll be a bottle of vodka deep and flirting with a wall.”

Stacey grins again while she sets up the floor, making sure nothing is in the way, then starts her stretches. “I think she’ll give in one day.”

“Hmm.”

I’m not paying attention to her words as she lowers into a side split and bends her body forward, grabbing her foot and resting her head there. The position makes her ass more defined than it already is, and I want to bury my face between her cheeks.

She won’t let me though. Apparently, that part of her body is out of bounds to my face and my dick.

We were each other’s firsts for everything, so sue me for trying to take her ass virginity too. I stare at it as she shifts her splits to the other side, then the front. She gets on all fours and pushes back, and I picture myself peeling her little panties down and sinking my tongue deep inside her.

She’s been insatiable lately. Even I’m struggling to keep up with her half the time. I’m getting texts to meet in a spare room, a bathroom, in the woods on the grounds, or here in the studio. If I’m not fucking her, my face is between her legs. If she isn’t bouncing over my cock, I have her bent over the closest flat surface.

I fingered her in the kitchen while my family was literally outside. I fucked her in the pools, both indoor and outdoor. The latter was fucking freezing by the way – I’m surprised I even got hard. But we were both drunk and fooling around.

She seems to like sucking me off while I’m smoking a joint. We both cut off cigarettes, but as soon as I build a J, she’s already tying her hair back and dropping to her knees.

I’ve been stoned a lot lately.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve fucked her in my car, and we only got back from Greece two weeks ago. Before I left to spend the weekend with my dad, she crawled under the duvet and sucked my cock until I pinned her down and had her digging her heels into my thighs to push into her tight cunt.

Fuck, now I want to hear her scream.

“I’m going to start now,” Stacey tells me. “I used the song you recommended – did I tell you?” She presses play on her phone, and the dark version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by TommeeProfitt begins.

A proud smile pulls at my lips. “I knew you’d choose that one. The other was too fast.”

Stacey walks to the side of the room to light her equipment as the song plays from start to end very quietly. “I’ll try the routine with the fire staff first, then I’ll try the dart rope or the fans. I’m not as experienced with the fans though. If I’m going to do this routine in front of thousands, then I want to make sure it’s perfect.”

My girl makes me proud. She did routines in the background during the show in October and someone spotted her. A few days ago, she received an email, an offer to perform with the Carnival Kraze in London as a fire dancer in May.

She hasn’t accepted the offer yet; she wants to make sure it’s something she can actually do. Stacey talks herself down a lot, and has a lot of confidence issues, but if she looked at herself the way I do, the way the kids and adults she teaches do, she’d see how fucking amazing and inspirational she is.

Luciella insists daily that she should take the offer, usually with capital letters. She’s pushy, my dear sister, but she means well.

She’s coming home on Sunday. Five days from now. That’s when we’re going to tell her about us. Fucking finally. Stacey is ready, and she feels that the first person to know should be her best friend – my twin sister.

I’m ready to tell everyone she’s fucking mine and I belong to her. You see that girl there? Mine. All mine.

Dad said I should calm the fuck down when I told him the plan at the weekend.

She stands in the middle of the room with a red LED glow surrounding her, the orange and yellow hues from the flames flickering her shadow around us. Her eyes zero in on my crotch. “Are you hard?”

“My dick has been hard since I walked in and saw you dressed like that. Dance, then I’ll deal with it.”

Even with the fire and the red lighting, I still see her blush.

The song starts from the beginning, louder this time, and my entire focus is on Stacey. On the burning sticks in her hands, the black polish, the dark hair scraped away from her face. She has minimal make-up on, just a red lipstick I’ve imagined staining my cock, and her body harness is taut over her lithe form.

She was going to just wear her bra and panties instead of her strapped bodysuit, but lately, Stacey has been majorly against herself. Instead of showing off every curve I’ve run my tongue all over and worshipped, she covers up her midsection and wears netted tights.

Everything about her to me is perfect. I wish she’d see it – the way her body moves with the music as she twirls and lets the flames flow around her. She’s bendy, something I also love about her. When her leg flies up and she points her latex boots to the ceiling, she drags the fire stick against the inside of her thigh, over her pussy, then to her tits before pulling herself back to a standing position.

I gulp and try to pretend my cock isn’t painful and twitching in my shorts.

Her eyes find mine as she moves slowly, sensually with the fire. I push myself up and sit against the wall, bending one leg at the knee and attempting to hide how hard I am. I don’t want to distract her, even though I want to throw her onto a crash mat and fuck her into oblivion.

The main beat within the song comes, and she speeds up a little, the flames moving faster, the fear settling in my gut when I see how close they are to her face. She’s been training fire dance for a while, and I know she’ll be fine, but I’m too paranoid.

She drops into a side split and drags the flames all over her. The action makes her ass pop out again, and I itch to touch it.

Would it be inappropriate to have a wank while she dances?

My head snaps into a slant as she tips her head back and opens her mouth, tongue out, and I watch as she slides the fire stick into her mouth. She swallows the flame, and I blow out a heavy breath.

That’s… new. And hot. I want her to do that with my dick.

She grabs a ball-and-chain-looking thing and lights it on the small flame in front of her while still in her routine.

Her eyes are dark sins; fierce as the fire she circles around her body. She glides the flaming ball against her arm as she arches to the side, balancing on one foot on her tiptoes and spinning.

I gulp again as she switches back to the staff and turns to face me, spinning the thing between her fingers like a majorette baton.

Stacey eats up the distance with flames twirling around her perfect form, eyes not leaving mine as I try not to let my mouth fall open. I’ve always found her sexy, hotter than hell itself, and seeing her dance with fire and regard me with a look that begs me to fuck her, my dick gets even harder.

Her heels stop at my feet, and she kicks my bent leg. I flatten it and watch as she lowers into my lap, the flames hot against my skin. She drags the stick down her front, and I keep my hooded gaze on her eyes as she tosses it into a bucket next to us, dousing the fire, the studio darkening.

The song still plays on repeat as she wraps her arms around my neck, rolling her hips with the music, not quite against my dick but close. She needs to lower a bit more for contact. It’s killing me so much that my hands shake, but I let her keep going.

“You’re killing me, Freckles.”

She tugs at my hair so my head drops back, then sinks her teeth into my throat just as she fully grinds against me. I let out a growl as she sucks on my skin, but I don’t move. I don’t use my hands or try to stop her as she marks my flesh. I don’t lift my hips to meet each movement of hers. I give her full control of me as she slowly dry-rides me to the song.

Each drop of the base, I feel my balls tighten, the urge to flip her and fuck her so fucking strong. She licks and sucks at my throat, dragging her lips up my neck to my ear, taking the lobe between her teeth.

The song ends, but then it starts again. Fuck. I’m fucked.

She releases my hair with one hand and slides one side of her black leather harness down her shoulder. But I stop her. “Don’t,” I whisper, barely able to breathe. “Keep it on.” I drop my hand between us, tugging the buttons at the bottom of her bodysuit. “I want this off.”

Once I get all the buttons, I freeze, looking up at Stacey. “I don’t have panties on,” she says with a flirty shrug. “They’re annoying to move around in.”

Her pussy is wet against my fingers, and I decide I’m taking over. My other hand reaches up to her throat as I cup her fully, rubbing against her entrance and clit.

Her lips part, the red lipstick smudged across her cheek.

She’s pulsing against my palm as I caress her cunt. I grit my teeth. “Dance.”

One word. One order. One syllable that has her pupils dilating and her hips rolling to the dangerously slow beat. She complies, resting both elbows on my shoulders as she rocks into my hand, coating me in her pleasure, her arousal dripping from her. Through the music, I hear her little gasps and whimpers as I slide a finger inside.

Her inner walls grip me as I add a second, but she only moves more, fucking my hand, my fingers buried deep as her thighs soak with her arousal.

I let go of her throat and free my cock, stroking myself while I watch her. Stacey’s head falls back, her body writhing above me.

She wraps her fingers around mine, and I let her take over on my dick while I tug down the front of her bodysuit then reach behind and unclasp her bra. Her precious, swollen tits bounce free, and she moans louder than the song as I take one nipple into my mouth and pinch the other.

I move my mouth to the other nipple, sucking hard while I finger-fuck her.

She moans my name then nearly screams it as her body falls apart above me. Her orgasm smashes into her, and she gasps through it, but I don’t stop, pushing in another finger and rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Finally, she falls from the peak of her euphoria and winces as I pull out my fingers, lifting them to her mouth. She licks them clean, and I capture her mouth in a kiss.

“Can I fuck you?” I practically plead against her lips.

Stacey stares at me, breathless. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” I take her throat again, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth.

She wraps her fingers around my dick and rubs the tip against her drenched entrance. Teasing me. Driving me fucking insane.

I let go of her, grab her hips and slam her down on my cock.

The song restarts while she’s riding me. I’m not sure if the mirrors are steaming up from the flames she danced with or us. She moans as I rub her clit while she grinds against me, chasing her next orgasm. As soon as it hits her, her cunt strangles me, and I try not to fuck up into her hard and fast since she’s obviously found a rhythm that gets her to her pinnacle.

When she comes down from the high, I flip us so I have Stacey on all fours, slapping her ass and pushing into her from behind. I thrust slowly but hard, pulling the pins from her hair so it cascades down her back and around her. I wrap it around my fist, notice the tattoo of our initials on her back and smile.

Wearing my art like a trophy. Branded as Kade fucking Mitchell’s property.

I keep my eyes on it while I bring her to another orgasm, and my balls tighten, my spine twisting with pleasure as I still on a groan and empty inside her.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come inside her. It’s almost like an obsession in itself. My heart rockets, both of us sweating and panting as I pull out and collect the cum sliding down her thigh, shoving it back into her.

She whimpers as I sink my two fingers in to the knuckles, desperate to press my thumb against that forbidden hole. She’ll slap my hand away and call me gross, but the need to lean down and swipe my tongue against it is nearly unbearable.

I don’t even know why. I’ve heard too many stories from Base about anal. He loves it. He also preaches that every person in the world should know what an anal orgasm is.

I just want Stacey to feel good.

I tuck my dick away and watch as she rolls onto her back, completely fucked and out of breath. “Wow.”

Chuckling, I go over to her phone and turn the song off. “I highly recommend not doing that in your routine in London. I’ll end up killing someone for trying to steal my girl.”

She rolls her eyes. “Like I’d ever cheat on you.”

The sound of the front entrance doors opening stops me from replying. We both turn to the studio doors, and Stacey quickly buttons up her bodysuit and gets her bra back on just as Tylar pushes into the room with a folder.

“Oh.” She stops, staring at us. Me in my shorts and T-shirt, hair a sweaty mess, and her in her dishevelled dancing outfit, smeared lipstick, and cum leaking down her legs.

Hopefully she can’t see that last part.

Tylar walks into the middle of the room, freezes again and stares between us both. That’s right. If you were five minutes earlier, you would have seen me bending her over and fucking her into next week.

She looks at my hair, then at Stacey. “Hi. I needed to bring this down for you to sign. The kids got accepted into the competition in Surrey. Can you sign them off?”

Stacey, with shaky hands, gives her a tight smile. “Of course.”

Tylar looks at me again while Stacey does just that. “Did Lu ask you to fix the lights above the mirror?”

I raise a brow and look behind me at the lights. None seem broken, but before I can say no, Stacey hands her the folder again. “Yes. He said he’d stay back and give me a ride home. Right, Kade?”

I simply hum. She doesn’t believe us. I can tell. She’s going to tell Dez, who will confirm it with what he knows, and Stacey will boot me in the balls for not telling her my friend knows about us. Is it bad that I don’t care? Let them all know. What’s the big fucking deal?

As soon as Tylar leaves, Stacey sighs and leans her head on my chest. “Sunday can’t come quick enough. Luciella should know first. I just hate hiding.”

“Me too, Freckles. As much as I love hiding with you.”

I kiss her head then sit and watch as she redoes the entire routine.

And this time, she doesn’t forget her routine and decide to fuck me.

Sadly.