The Fortunates (Unfortunate #2) - Skyla Madi Page 0,19
needed. Converting to “team Fortunate” doesn’t make me any less an Unfortunate. Despite my new social status, my body will always want to be dominated by one of them. The thought makes me sick. I need brutal hands to arouse me? Even as a free woman I need his aggression and his prejudice to excite me?
Kade grips the hem of my shirt and I barely manage to lift my arms as he whips it off over my head and tosses it over his shoulder. I glance down at my breasts and shiver as the cool air blows across the tips of my nipples. I look terrible naked.
Bruises and cuts…
Pointy bones and depressing shadows…
Heat seeps into my cheeks and I lift my arms to cover my breast. Kade slaps my hands away as the tips of my fingers slide along the underside of my breasts.
Immediately, I drop my hands to my side, clenching my fists. He snatches my left breast with a greedy hand, squeezing it tightly before bending low and sucking my entire nipple into his mouth. The rough pressure of his lips and his hot, wet saliva coats my supple skin and I let my head loll backward, tilting my chin to the warm light above us.
“Kaden…”
He sucks and licks, lapping up my bare breast like he needs it to survive. Maybe he does. Maybe, just like me, he feels he’ll unravel if we stopped touching—if our soft, warm skin stopped brushing.
In the next heartbeat, cool air replaces the warmth of his mouth, and he scoops me up into his arms, wrapping my thighs around his waist.
He drops me hard against the countertop. A couple of things scatter—something breaks—but it doesn’t matter. The porcelain is like ice against my skin—a welcome sensation when pitted against the heat exuding from his pores.
Forcing my ankles to lock around his waist, he crushes his lips against mine and I open my mouth, letting his tongue inside. He kisses me deeply, so deeply I squeeze him between my thighs, causing him to groan deep in the base of his throat as his rough palms slide up my thighs.
My tummy flips.
He is a powerful man.
A powerful man with powerful hands—hands that have beaten the flesh of weak men who’ve hurt me. I open my eyes. How much am I worth to him? How much am I worth to myself? And is this how I’m going to measure it? By being with a man who will murder my offenders only if they’re below his station? Ones no one will bat an eyelid for? Ones he can get away with?
Kade says he loves me…
But his love has limits.
His hands are stained with the blood of lowly men. So easily he destroys them…seemingly without a lingering thought, and yet Vince still lives—still torments me—crushing me with terrifying promises of my demise. As hypocritical as it sounds, I want him dead. I would never feel guilty if his death was brought on by me. I know I said a human life is special no matter how bad the person is, but there is an exception to every rule. Vince isn’t human. Vince is that exception. The only way his reign of terror will stop is if I stay out of his way. I have to distance myself from him. I have to distance myself from the Sario house.
From Kaden…
I tear my mouth from his. “Stop.”
My voice is barely heard over the sound of my heavy pants.
“Don’t make me stop,” he utters, his tone thick with lust and desperation. “I don’t want to stop.”
He plants forceful, wet kisses at the nape of my neck, traveling north to my jaw. Under his lips my skin hums, electrifying me down to the core of my being.
This needs to stop.
Being intimate with him before my trial was easy. I did what I was born to do and I was lucky enough to want it, but that’s not all I’m good for.
I am intelligent.
Compassionate.
Fierce.
I’m more than a possession—more than a worthless vessel a penis just so happens to fit. I am deserving of a life outside of Kade’s bedroom, outside of this poisonous society.
I love Kade. I love him so much it hurts, but there is no future here—no future I want. We didn’t have to share the same values before my trial because we were never going to make it far. He was a Fortunate and I was forever destined to be his Unfortunate.