CADEnce (Deception Book 2) (7 page)

Dante let out a growl at the same time as the lights dipped then flashed back to normal.

Delia looked up at Dante, her eyes wide and watery. He disregarded her, and dragged her back.

“I know what you’re doing, Star.”

I nodded and held up my hands. “I’m sorry, I’ll shush now.”

I straightened my back, making sure to keep my eyes fixed on Delia no matter how much it hurt me, even though I refused to accept it hurt me.

It sickened me the way she made slurping noises. Dante watched her as he guided his cock in and out of her mouth, then every now and again turned his eyes to mine. I made sure to smile encouragingly every time. I noticed she had to work hard to keep him hard. Perhaps the good doc needed the tips.

“You know, Cade has my name tattooed on his cock. That is some sexy shit. His cock always belongs to me now. And come to think of it, it’s a bit thicker than yours.” I held up my fingers, holding my thumb and forefinger a couple of inches apart, not stopping when he pushed Delia away and shoved his dick back into his pants. “Not much, but definitely a little bigger, although it makes all the difference . . .”

His fist in my hair yanked thousands of follicles out of my head. Dragging me across the room until I faced the end of the couch, he bent me over the arm and palmed the back of my head, driving my face into a cushion.

I struggled beneath him, regretting my stupidity. I didn’t allow him to see that, though, it would have excited him even further.

“I fucking warned you. You really should listen.”

Sliding a hand under my stomach, he grappled with the button on my pants as he pushed my face harder into the sofa. I became faint with the lack of oxygen. My lungs burned, but Dante seemed unaware as he yanked at the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my panties to my thighs. The action allowed me to get a lungful of oxygen when the pressure on my head gave a little.

Once again, the lights dipped but came back on and I wondered if there was a storm brewing outside. The dining room drapes had been drawn by the staff earlier when night had descended. I would have loved nothing more than to concentrate on the storm; allow it to take me some other place.

“Dante, please don’t. I-”

He snatched at my hair and bent my neck back so severely it restricted the use of my voice box.

“You want this, Star. Don’t deny it. I saw the way you looked at Delia. I saw the need in you. Deny it all you want but you love nothing more than when my cock is in you, filling your wet cunt or ramming the tightness of your ass.”

I shook my head as much as I could, denying him the truth. I loved the connection because I had been starved of it but now he repulsed me. After the acts he committed to get me here I would never feel anything but hate for him.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

I cringed when he plunged a finger into me and he laughed when he was met with a slick heat. I hated the way my body reacted to him. I hated him with a passion but my pussy evidently didn’t feel the same way as it prepared for his crude entry.

Squeezing my eyes closed and fighting tears when he laughed cruelly and pushed his cock deep inside me, I prepared my mind and allowed it to take me elsewhere. My body relaxed when the memory that came to me was when Cade had taken me to the fairground . . .

“CADE!”

He laughed and, his glee at how the ride scared me shitless made me laugh too, despite the fear and my rampant heartbeat.

“Stop laughing at me!” I giggled, slapping his arm and burying my face into his chest.

“Aww, baby,” he whispered in my ear as he wrapped me in his secure arms and held me tight, saving me from the view hundreds of feet in the air.

Our cage swung in the wind as the wheel came to a stop, allowing some new riders on.

“Oh my God, I don’t like this,” I whimpered. I was shaking, my stomach clenched as tight as my eyes.

“I bet I can make you relax.” Just the way his gruff voice enveloped me eased my tight muscles.

“Oh yeah?” I murmured into his chest without opening my eyes.

“Oh yes!”

Tipping my head back with a finger under my chin, I sighed when his lips lightly brushed mine. I craved more of him. I needed him constantly; my body ached for him all the time.

He groaned when I reached for him, blindly slipping my fingers into his hair and demanding he kiss me. His mouth met mine with a sudden fury; his teeth grazing my lips as he hungrily parted them and twisted his tongue around mine, owning me and taking me. He tasted of the cotton candy and popcorn he’d wolfed down earlier, and bizarrely, it turned me on more.

He slid a hand to the nape of my neck in a tight hold as his other hand slipped under the hem of my sweater, his cold fingers splaying over my ribs and making me jump. The shock heightened my senses, turning my arousal into sheer lust. The chill on my skin reminded me of last night’s play, the way he had tortured my nipples and clit with a cube of ice, and I pulled at him harder, moving one hand from his hair and cupping his hard cock through his sweatpants.

“Shit, stop, Faye or I’ll tear your jeans off and take you right here, thousands of feet in the air.”

I gasped, the reality of what he’d said both turning me on and driving fear through me. The clash made me shudder with need. I opened my eyes when he whispered, “Fuck, my girl likes that thought.”

The heat and hunger in his eyes made me bite my lip. My pussy throbbed almost painfully. “Fear makes you hot?”

I shrugged, my cheeks blazing with embarrassment. Gripping my chin, he thrust my face to his. “Don’t you dare feel shame with me. There is nothing you could say or do that wouldn’t make me love you more. You wanna try bringing fear into our play, then we do that but we start gently.”

I nodded, giving him a timid, grateful smile.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered as he brought his mouth to mine again. “I love you.”

I showed him how much I loved him as I kissed him all the way down to the bottom, our tongues twisting hungrily as our hands feverishly touched each other until . . .

I gasped, snapping out of my daydream when a loud crack fractured the air. Dante pulled out of me and moved so fast I didn’t have a chance to stop myself from falling off the sofa with the sudden movement.

Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t register who was stood in the broken doorway.

My hearing caught him before my sight did. My eyes landed on the last thing I expected to see.

“Hello, Dante.” Cade’s icy voice matched the chill in his sinister grin.

I was sure my heart stopped as I passed out and gave in to the darkness.

I KNEW WITH ONE LOOK that I would kill him. My own brother, the mirror image of myself. The fury was too intense and I blew out a deep breath to take control back. My fists tightened, my knuckles cracking into place when I shifted my gaze from Faye slumped on the floor, her clothes around her knees, and back to Dante.

I couldn’t breathe when I felt the familiar fog take over my senses. My bones hardened as my blood solidified, readying to protect the organs they encased as I allowed the hunger to consume me.

I hadn’t relished in the destruction for years. After what happened, I never allowed it to control me anymore. But I knew, right then, I needed it.

I wanted to rush over and scoop my woman into my safe arms. I wanted the visions of her being violated by a man who wore my face, shared a womb with me, and loved once upon a time to be untrue. Nothing added up so I needed to tread carefully.

The brunette who sat at the table shot out of the chair and made for the door. I allowed her past me, knowing the guys would see to her. I wondered why she was watching my brother rape my girl. I’d make sure she paid for that later. Apart from her, we hadn’t passed another living soul on the grounds. Where was his security?

My girl moaned and shifted from her position on the floor.

“Did you hurt her?” I asked, containing the grief consuming me.

His cold stare didn’t match my own, it couldn’t.

“I asked you a question, Dante. Did—you—fucking—hurt—her?”

He smirked, tipping his head to the side. “You think I was raping her? Forcing myself on her?”

My chest hurt with the way I refused to allow my breathing to alter, pushing back the rage in my blood at the sight before me. Calm was the deadliest weapon and I intended to use the most lethal.

I blinked slowly when he took a step towards me and I smiled, placing my gun on the table beside me and slipping off my jacket.

“Let me tell you something, Cade,” he continued walking towards me, rolling back his shirt sleeves as I flexed my hands. “Raping Star is impossible. Especially when she’s more than eager to open her legs for me.”

Listening to him intently, I rolled my head around my shoulders, shivering delightfully at the grind in my neck. I needed every single one of his words. I needed the fury to free my wrath. Dante wasn’t aware of what I was capable of. He’d never known that side of me; the fighting in underground matches, the illegal cage fights. Nor was he aware that I had won every single one, and enjoyed it, right up until I had gone too far and killed one of my own friends.

If I had done that to a friend, he had no fucking idea what I could do to him.

I laughed, tipping my head back gleefully. “Is that right, Dante?”

He laughed with me, nodding, now stood in front of me. “Feisty little bitch, isn’t she? Then again, she always was. Star likes being fucked up the ass almost as much as she enjoys my cock deep down her throat.”

I leaned close, resting my mouth at his ear. “Just answer me one question. Did she call out your name or mine when she came?”

I knew he was playing me. No way would my girl let him near her unless he forced her.

I allowed him the first hit, I needed it. Every part of me came to life with the pain that shot through my face.

My body hardened, my muscles morphing into weapons that would damage him. My senses heightened, allowing me to figure out where he was going before he’d even moved. My lungs condensed, needing little oxygen to keep me fueled. The Devil himself joined my rage as I took him down.

I think he was shocked at the power I held over him. He gave back well, but he wasn’t made to match my physical strength. He clearly wasn’t used to being hit back, either. Prick. He would never have expected the force of my fight; the last time we’d scrapped was when we were maybe eleven or twelve and he’d floored my ass. He had made a mistake thinking it would be the same this time around.

Each spray of his blood on my skin fueled me further. Each grunt of pain that left him with the fury of my assault delighted my senses. The sound of his bones crunching made me smile and the way he lay limp and barely conscious made me laugh loud and deep. He was a tough motherfucker, no doubt about it, but he didn’t have the same driving force as me, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

I stared at him, arranged in his own blood, the red stain in the cream carpet was mesmerizing and I watched in awe as it spread out in a circle around him. Maroon 5’s
Animals
played in my head, although not in context with my feelings for my brother. I couldn’t help but hum along.

I stretched, cracking each joint back into place and unfolding my fingers to alleviate the pain in my knuckles as I reached for the gun.

He mumbled something I couldn’t make out and I sighed in disappointment. “Do you remember when we were kids, Dante, and you took my new bow and arrow? How I swore to you that if you broke anything of mine ever again then I would kill you?” I pressed the muzzle of my gun into his temple. “Not only did you take my girl.” I pressed harder. “You broke her. You broke her heart, you broke her innocence and you broke her in two by separating her from me.”

He struggled to open his eyes, but when he did I hated the way they still held that victorious glint. “And I enjoyed every fucking second. She was never yours.”

I closed my eyes for a second. “You’re wrong. She was always meant to be mine. There was never meant to be two of us, Dante, and now there won’t be.”