Kade (NSC Industries) (14 page)

“Do you have a credit card?” He shouted through the door
I hadn’t bothered to shut. Shit like personal space was extinct when you went
into hiding with someone, but it had never been an issue that had bothered me
anyway.

“Kade, we can’t use my card, they’ll be tracing it,” I
said as I re-entered the room.

His soft pink lips lifted at one side and the sight of
his naughty side had my belly throbbing in hunger.

Fuck! I couldn’t act on this. I needed to step back so I
turned and started to shift through my bag for something to eat. Anything
really, so long as it drew my attention away from the black haired display of
pure sex that was dominantly attracting my constant attention.

“Just give it me” he said as he pulled various devices
and a laptop from his own bag.

“In my bag” I said as I refused to turn and look at him
until I’d got my arousal in check.

He tutted and I realised I was actually currently hunting
through my bag, “Ahh.”

He chuckled as I grinned up at him sheepishly and flung
him my card, “Thank you.”

I sat beside him and watched as he fired up the numerous gadgets,
my eyes widening when he inserted my card into a swipe machine and ran a
program on the small tablet linked to it. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Erasing the existing data and creating a new account.”
He divulged as he tapped rapidly on the keys, “Which now belongs to a Francine
Rosenthal, who has funds of sixty thousand pounds available.”

I blinked at him then smiled widely, “I think I might
like you after all.”

He smirked as he took the card from the machine and held
it out between his fingers for me. As I went to take it he snatched it back and
tipped his head slightly, “Thank you, Kade. You are a wonderful person and I
cannot live without you.” He prompted mischievously and I barked out a belt of
laughter as I leant forward and attempted to grab the card back.

“Ah, ah.” He laughed as he rolled over and flipped off
the bed, holding the card high in the air. “Say it, Beaumont. Tell me how
awesome you think I am.”

I couldn’t hold the laughter in as I leapt onto the bed,
raising my height dramatically but he jumped backwards and out of my reach
again.

“Just give me the card, Kade” I giggled when he wiggled
his hips to mock me.

I dived for him but my foot caught in the strap of the backpack
on the bed. My face hit the floor with so much force, I was sure I had broken
my nose. The bag soared through the air with me and landed heavily on my back,
forcing the air from my lungs with a loud oomph.

“Oh Christ, Beaumont” Kade snorted boisterously as he
reached down to help me up between his cackles of laughter.

I took hold of his hand, letting him pull me up slightly
until I yanked him hard, flipped him under me and had him pinned beneath me in
seconds. He grinned up at me as we both laughed, “I’m glad you find my
misadventures hilarious.” I joked as I poked him in the ribs. He jolted
underneath me and I grinned wickedly. “Oh, Mr Hamilton, I do believe you are a
tad ticklish.”

He shook his head rapidly and tried to buck me off him
but he underestimated my strength as I tightened my thighs and held him down.

I wiggled my fingers at him and laughed when his face
paled slightly. “Oh, don’t be such a baby,” I mocked, repeating his words when
I had complained about being ill. “You kick ass Kade Hamilton, I’m sure you can
handle a little tickling.”

I watched in delight as my fingers relentlessly tortured
the usual stern faced, serious man into fits of snorts, tears, shouts and
laughter. “Fuck!” he squealed when I refused to let up, tickling and ribbing
him unremittingly. His face was bright red as he bucked and jerked beneath me.

“Tell me how awesome you think I am, Kade.” I laughed as
his head flipped from one side to the other.

I stilled when I caught sight of a deep scar running the
length of his neck. How had I not seen this before? It was raw and angry and I
released his ribs to mindlessly track the line of it with my fingertips.

He stiffened beneath me and I set my eyes on his. The
depth of shame and anxiety on his face halted my passage. “Don’t” he choked out
but I shifted my head, tipping my head in curiosity.

I knew how he had got it. I remember Liam had been
frantic when the news came in that Ava had been taken and tortured. And I also
knew it had been Kade that had saved her life, which at the time I had thought
strange due to the friction that had always been between Mason and him. Now,
though, it was all starting to slot into place and fill the little gaps of
confusion in my head.

“Why?”

I watched his throat bob manically as his body juddered
with a violent shiver. “Just…”

He rolled his lips and I locked his gaze as I ignored his
protest and continued with my voyage, tracking the deep scar tissue blindly as
I kept my eyes fixed on his. “Please…” he pleaded with a tight voice as his
chest rose frantically beneath me, the rise of his lungs lifting and lowering
me rhythmically but I ventured on, now only skimming the disfigurement as I
softened my approach.

“Do you know how sexy I find this?” I whispered as I
continued with the tour across his stubbled jawline and over his cheekbone.

A soft puff of breath whispered across my lips when I
leant forward, hovering my face an inch over his. “It shows how passionate you
are, Kade. How unique your soul is and how utterly beautiful your heart is.”

I planted a small soft kiss at the very top of the wound,
sneaking my tongue out to taste his unique flavour. He tasted of a clean
freshness but with a hint of saltiness and something subtle I could only refer
to as cinnamon and soap. My senses powered to life, my blood surged through my
veins and slammed into my brain, bringing on a wave of light headedness as I groaned
lowly. The hit of him jolted straight down to my pussy, moistening me and
preparing me for something I currently had no management of as my arousal
dominated my control.

His head tilted back as he exposed more of his shame to
me, but from the soft moans he was making, he was far from uncomfortable.

“Touching you, kissing you like this, it’s making me wet
for you, Kade” I moaned as I slipped lower down his throat and sampled more of
his skin. “I hate you for making me feel like this. I have never felt like
this. I don’t want to feel like this” I told him quietly as I reached the dip
at the base of his throat and suckled on him softly, tenderly taking the last
part of his scar and idolising it with my mouth. “I hate you for making me lose
control.”

He rocked his hips and pushed his erection against me,
rubbing both of us through his jeans as I continued with my abandoned
self-indulgence. “Tell me why, Kade? Tell me how you can do this?”

He mumbled something and I wasn’t sure if it was
incomprehensible or if my hearing had buggered off as I slipped open the top
button of his shirt and softly kissed the skin that was exposed to me.

He whimpered as his cock rubbed more feverishly under my
wet cunt, his moans becoming louder as I moved lower, pushing his shirt wide
open when I had popped each of the buttons on his shirt.

“Fuck!”
he hissed when I ran my teeth over his
sensitive nipple.

I peered up at him and my mouth dried instantly when I
caught him watching me with a carnal and heated expression on his face. He
palmed my cheek tenderly with his hand but then slid it around to the nape of
my neck, tightening his fist around the roots of my hair and tugged my head
back until I was looking directly at him. “I thought we had an agreement?”

I frowned at him, not understanding what he meant but he
suddenly sat up, bringing his face close to mine as his chest rubbed against my
hardened nipples beneath the material of my t-shirt, “An agreement?”

He nodded slowly, his eyes holding onto mine as tight as
his hand grasped my hair. The pain was doing stupid things to my lust, driving
me wild with a hunger for a fuck that would not only sate my arousal but also
heighten my desire for pain.

“It’s my turn, sweetheart. I told you that I would take
you how I wanted the next time we did this.”

“But, we’re not doing this.” I climbed from his knee and
off the bed but his hand gripped my wrist and he spun me back around.

“I didn’t think you’d be one to go back on your word,
Beaumont.” He lifted an eyebrow at me and I scoffed. “And besides,” he continued
as he tugged my hand and my knees fell onto the bed beside him. “You were
definitely
doing this
a moment ago.”

I tried to keep myself in check but he knelt in front of
me, took both my wrists in one hand and held them behind my back, holding me
hostage under his grip and his stare. “It’s my turn, Grace. And now I show you
how I like to play.”

She sat silent on the bed, her posture timid but her eyes
steely with her resolve as she watched me stroll across the room and bring the
plain high backed chair into the centre.

“Stand up.”

It was a simple order but my gut heated with the way her
eyes lightened as they lifted to mine and her chest rose significantly with her
arousal. Who’d have thought? Grace Beaumont liked to play.

She unfurled her legs and slid from the bed slowly but
gracefully, her body a complete depiction of her name as her eyes held mine and
spoke to me of her determination to do this. Her long legs carried her quietly
and fluidly towards me until she came to halt before me.

I held her in my gaze for a few moments, just observing
the way she saw things. The way her eyes penetrated mine as she read my desire
and excitement and the way she scrutinised every movement of my face told me of
her expertise in the field she had chosen. She was an elite and her whole
stance screamed of her magnitude as her natural position before me was shielded
and prepared.

“Do you trust me?”

Her wide eyes blinked at me but her gaze never shifted.
She secured me as I held her, she read me as I studied her and she needed me as
I craved her. “I asked if you trust me, Grace Beaumont.”

She took a small slight breath but her eyes softened
marginally as her lips parted to whisper her answer. “Yes. I do.”

“Take off your clothes.”

She didn’t hesitate, even with my dominant tone, she just
proceeded to lift her shirt from her body, revealing another of her plain sexy
bra’s and I knew before she removed her jeans that her privacy would be
protected by a matching pair of cotton white knickers. “And the underwear” I
ordered as she stood before me, the white briefs still sheltering her modesty
but she didn’t argue, she didn’t even flinch when she pulled them off her body
and dropped them to the floor beside her.

I reached out. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her
soft supple skin and my already hard cock pulsed in delight when my fingertips
found their goal and her silkiness met me beneath my own skin. “Tell me, Grace.
How do you see your body?”

“What?” she stuttered slowly as I brushed my fingers
across her collar bone and up to her shoulder, her tiny hairs tracking my move
with their own individual attention, leaving a line of reared little receptors
in the wake of my stimulation.

“How do you see yourself? Your body?” I simplified as I
noticed her hands forming fists and her toes curl into the carpet.

“Well, I… I’m uhh, I’m good.”

I nodded slowly but brought my fingers to the front of
her throat. A soft groan rumbled up her chest as her body gave off a slight
shudder. Her chest heaved and her pupils dilated as the fire swept through her
veins and demanded more attention.

I leaned into her and placed a soft kiss below her ear,
smiling to myself as her whole body erupted in goose bumps. “I think you’re
lying.”

“What? No, I’m fine, honestly.”

I planted another faint kiss and made my way around the
front of her, dipping my tongue into the dip at the base of her throat. “But
your whole essence is screaming of your discomfort, Grace. You don’t realise it
but you are mentally shielding yourself from me. I need you to let go,
completely and utterly give yourself over to me.”

She stuttered something but her arousal was too potent
for her to actually reply confidently. “I am going to make you feel so utterly
calm, so beautifully at peace with yourself that you feel like you’re floating
with the tranquillity of being so abandoned and free.”

“Mmmm”

I moved my lips lower, now tenderly brushing down her
sternum with the tip of my tongue as her body started to relax and yield. But I
knew it wouldn’t be enough, she would never concede completely like this so I
picked her up, shocking a gasp from her and settled her gently on the chair
with her chest resting against the back.

Taking a pillow from the bed, I laid it over the top bar
and gently pressed her face down until her right cheek was placed on the soft
cushion.

“Relax, sweetheart.” I whispered in her ear before I went
to take the rope from the bed. It wasn’t great rope, it was just basic but it
wasn’t too thick or harsh and it seemed pliant enough in my hands. “Place your
hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together.”

She turned around to stare at me with confusion, then her
eyes dropped to the rope in my hands and she started to lift herself off the
chair. “No, no way.”

“Relax and trust me. Just fucking trust somebody, even if
only this once. Let go of that bloody obstinacy and let someone else make
decisions for you for a change. Trust me when I say you will never feel the
freedom like it again.”

She looked at me warily before eyeing the rope again and
chewing harshly on her lip. “Grace, trust me, please.”

”It’s not that I don’t trust you, Kade, but I have a job
to do and I can’t very well protect you if I’m tied up like a chuffing kipper
can I?”