AMELIA’S P.O.V

I smiled down at him and started to trim the ends of his hair. It had grown out by a lot and I didn’t plan to cut it short, if I was being honest, I liked how long his hair was, I just planned to level it a little. The entire time, his hands were at the back of my thighs and it took a whole lot of concentration to not give in to the pulsing feeling between my thighs.


“Are we thinking clean shaven for your beard?” I asked but he said nothing. His eyes were fixed on me and the sheer intensity in his gaze had me squirming. “I need an answer, Kaden.”

“I trust you,” he mumbled. “Do whatever you want.”

If this was a normal situation, I would have focused on the pressure he was putting on my shoulders but instead, my attention was on his fingers that were curled around my inner thigh and unintentionally stroking a path between my legs. I swallowed deeply as I shaved his beard. I wanted to get it done as quickly as possible. That was probably why when I was trying to wet the rag to wipe the rest of the aftershave, I didn’t do it as carefully as I should have and I ended up spilling most of the water on my shirt.


I cursed but barely had time to focus on it. I just wanted to get out of his hold before I did something stupid. I cleaned the remnants off his face and ran my fingers through his hair to be sure the ends were even when he let out a pained groan. I stilled, fingers still in his hair and watched him carefully.

“Are you trying to fucking kill me here?” he swore and I stood there staring in confusion because I had no idea what was happening. “Fuck, Amelia, I have a lot of self control but this is fucking torture.”


“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumbled putting the towel in the sink.

“You don’t know?” he sounded exasperated as he pulled my thighs over his so that I was straddling him. I felt him beneath me, he was hard and I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent me from moaning. “I could smell you the entire fucking time and then you go ahead and spill water down your shirt knowing very well that you’re wearing fucking red lace underneath.”

I looked down at my shirt in a panic. I was so concerned with getting out of his hold that I had forgotten that my shirt would be see through because of the water. I was practically pushing my boobs into his face, it was no wonder he was hard.

My cheeks flushed pink. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t fucking apologize,” he ground out as he ran a hand through his hair. “I want you, Amelia, that has never been a secret, and you don’t have to apologize for being the woman of my fucking dreams but the fact remains that if you stay here, I will damn everything to hell and fuck you until we are both hoarse.”

My pussy clenched at his words. He had always had a filthy mouth and I knew it would be my undoing someday, I just didn’t expect that day to be today. He had given me an out and if I had even an iota of sense left, I was going to take it and run but my legs couldn’t move. Every part of me was screaming yes.

“Amelia,” he warned. “Please leave, I don’t want you to regret this later.”

My body was screaming yes and this was one of those rare occasions where my brain was too. I weighed the pros and the cons but there weren’t many cons. I wanted him, he wanted me, Natasha was gone. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me so there was no reason to stop. She wanted to pull us away and running from him would make that possible. If I ran then she won and there was no way in hell I was going to let her win.

Before I could change my mind, I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him. I felt his shoulders deflate with relief as he kissed me back. There was nothing soft about the kiss, it was two people who were absolutely feral for each other. I wanted him so badly, I needed to feel him in my bones.

His hands trailed down my entire body and I heard a ripping sound. I didn’t pull away as he threw what was left of my shirt off my body. He pulled away from me long enough to place open mouthed kisses down my neck and torso. My hands were everywhere all at once and I pulled at the hem of his shirt. He was quick to take it off and throw it into a far corner of the room.

“Kaden,” I managed out as he tugged my bra down. His lips wrapped around my nipple and a wanton sound left my lips. It had been so long since I felt him, it was too much and not enough. “I want you inside of me, please.”

“I want to savor you, I want to take my time with you and worship every inch of you,” he dragged his teeth over my nipple and I threw my head back in a moan.

All of that sounded promising but right now, I just wanted him. I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. “I need you,” I mumbled against his lips. “I need you inside of me right now or I will die.”

He must have sensed the urgency in my voice because the next thing I knew, I was on my feet. He had my pants down to my ankles before flipping me around so I was facing the sink mirror. I barely had time to process anything before he entered me in one quick thrust.

I screamed and shut my eyes as I tried to gather my bearings. His fingers curled around my hair and he tugged hard enough to feel pinpricks.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered and I couldn’t help bit oblige.

His lips were by my ears and I stared at us in the mirror. I looked wanton, my bra cups were pulled down and every part of me was completely bare. I looked like a slut- like his slut.

“I want you to keep your eyes open while I fuck you. I want you to look at yourself, I want you to remember who is doing this to you.”

I moaned. “Please.”

“Do you understand me?” he asked and I nodded. He placed a soft kiss on my collarbone. “Good girl, eyes open or I stop.”