been thinking about tonight for so long. Kade insisted we didn't have sex again until we were married, claiming he wanted to make things right first. But now, the promise of being with him hangs thick in the air, causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin.
"Don't be too rough with me," I remind him nervously, touching my swollen stomach. "You know it's not good for the baby."
"I wouldn't dream of it." He lifts me into his arms, ignoring my protests and carrying me through to the bedroom. Kade booked the honeymoon suite for us, and I'm glad he did. It's magical here. There are rose petals everywhere, and the dimmed lights create an intimate atmosphere. Once we're in the bedroom, I gasp at the gorgeous view of the city. It's beautiful up here.
"You promise you won't hurt me?" I ask Kade. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous—well... If I'm being honest with myself, I can see why. It's because of Parker. Sometimes I wonder how my two stepbrothers can be so vastly different. After all, they're cut from the same cloth...
"Of course," Kade replies, lowering his body onto mine as he smirks against my lips. "I won't. Not unless you beg me to."
"I can't imagine—" He cuts me off by kissing me again. Every time his lips touch mine, I feel butterflies erupting in the pit of my stomach. This is what I've always wanted. But Parker's shadow still looms over us. He's the only one left in the world who disapproves of us, and I can't escape those judging gray eyes. But as Kade deepens our kiss, I finally let go, allowing my body to succumb to his charm. He pulls back, grinning wickedly as I gasp his name.
I'm wearing nothing but my bridal lingerie now—white stockings, white garter belt, and a white lingerie set. I feel vulnerable in front of Kade, but the way he drinks me in with his eyes is reassuring, telling me he wants this as much as I do. He lowers his mouth against my skin again, kissing a line from my lips to my navel and down to the tender spot between my legs.
"All I can think about is you," Kade mutters against my skin. "Tasting you... owning you."
He bites my clit then, and I cry out, but the sensation feels amazing. Kade knows just how much pain I can take, giving it to me in doses that make me crave so much more. I shiver. How am I already so weak? We've been here less than twenty minutes, and I'm already eager to beg for the very thing I asked him not to do.
"Kade, please..."
"What are you asking for, Junebug?"
I bite my lower lip to prevent the words from escaping. I can't admit it—not to Kade nor to myself. Yet when he touches his lips to my pussy again, grazing his teeth against my skin, the words escape me, and I finally stop holding back.
"Hurt me, Kade..." I fully expect him to laugh at me and tell me I'm sick and twisted. But he doesn't. Instead, he just groans against my skin and pulls himself up from the bed. He heads to our luggage and returns holding a roll of baby pink rope. I narrow my eyes at him. "What's t-that?"
He doesn't answer. Instead, he ties my hands and my legs to the bedposts, and I feel my center growing wetter and wetter as I realize I'm completely at his mercy now. As scary as the thought is, it fills me with desire, making me wish I could cross my legs so I could hide the wetness there. But it's too late... Kade's eyes are already locked on the droplets of my own arousal running down the inside of my thighs.
"You want me so much, Junebug," he mutters. "You're so desperate for this... You want it fucked up, don't you?"
I bite my lower lip with a slow nod. Kade smirks at me, saying, "I knew it... You're a wildcard, June. You want to be hurt as much as I want to do it to you. But not tonight."
My heart sinks. "You aren't going to hurt me?"
"Not in all the ways you crave." He smirks. "But in all the ones that make this even more excruciating for you."
He picks up one of my unused makeup brushes from where I've set down my makeup. Painfully slowly, he lowers the feather-soft bristles against my pussy. He watches me squirm and struggle as the