Page 176 of Restitution

He tries to hold in a smirk as the guard removes his cuffs and gives him the usual speech before closing the door.

Kade barely keeps his balance as I launch myself into his arms and slam my mouth on his. His back hits the wall, his hands holding me up and against him as I wrap my legs around him, devouring his mouth like I didn’t just see him two days ago.

He spins us around then presses me into the wall and kisses along my jaw, snatching my earlobe between his teeth before letting his mouth travel my throat and sliding my dress up my body until it’s wrapped around my waist.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he rips my underwear and drops the material on the floor while I fumble with the string of his trousers then tug them down to free his cock.

We both gasp as he thrusts deep. It’s not slow or sweet or careful – it’s harsh and fast and mind-bending as he fucks me against the wall.

We don’t use protection. A few times we were reckless, twice the condom broke, then for four weeks straight, we didn’t use anything and I still didn’t get pregnant. We haven’t used birth control for months now.

Every test I’ve taken has been negative.

“You belong to me,” Kade growls, pounding deeper so my back hits the wall with each thrust. “Ever since we met at the pool house at fifteen, you’ve belonged to me.”

I smile against his mouth. “I was looking for you,” I admit, hooking my heels into the back of his thighs to draw him in deeper. “I knew Luciella had a twin brother.” I sink my teeth into his bottom lip. “I was intrigued and wanted to meet you.”

His cock swells inside me as my inner walls clench around his thickness, my spine tingling and sending rushes of heat between my thighs. So close. I’m so, so close.

“I watched you from my balcony,” he tells me, sucking on my tongue and swallowing my gasps. “Now you’re fucking mine.”

I let out a moan as he hits somewhere deep and sweet and euphoric, igniting a fire within that has my orgasm slamming into me so hard, I nearly pass out in his arms. He fucks me through it, telling me how beautiful and perfect I am, how soaked and tight I am, how I’m his and always will be.

He backs up to sit on the chair, me straddling his thighs, his cock still buried deep. He pulls my dress up and over my head,unclipping my bra so he can feast on my nipples while I fist his hair and continue riding him.

Kade’s hands roam my body as I move – as his mouth leaves wet trails, kissing from my breasts to my throat, making my head drop back on a moan.

“So pretty,” he mutters against my skin. “So pretty and mine.”

Feeling his cock fill me with each drop of my hips, I tense around him some more, gripping his shoulder with one hand and fisting his hair tighter. “Yours,” I breathe out harshly.

These types of visitations are over quick, so we make the most of them. There’s usually no talking, unless we count him whispering dirty things in my ear while making me explode. When we aren’t here, we’re sitting at a table with twenty other inmates, everyone overhearing each other’s conversations and hating life.

Kade usually stays silent and just listens to what life has been like for everyone since their last visit. His mum and Ewan chatter for the entire hour. Dez comes himself, and Base, if he’s allowed to leave his castle in Russia, told Kade that talking to him for those sixty minutes is the only time he feels like he’s still alive.

Kade was supposed to get six life sentences, though the officers told him if he took the fall and told them what happened to Chris and Bernadette, they’d free me, Barry and Base, and reduce his sentence to ten years.

They lied. He was given two life sentences with no hope of ever being a free man again. But I refused to let that happen, so Aria and I got to work right away on his appeal.

After five appeals and a worldwide debate on his sentencing, we managed to reduce it from two life sentences to fifty years. Then Aria got a new lawyer in, but the next appeal fell through,and then another, until a man from Australia with salt-and-pepper hair flew here and won the next one.

We got it down to ten years.

I was happy to wait – I would have waited until my last breath for Kade. But that was until petitions started gathering more attention, and mobs began standing outside the prison and courthouse, chanting for Kade to be released. Social media exploded when even more footage surfaced, proving that Kade had been forced and blackmailed into all the killings.

In one video, he was being forced to strangle a man and all we could hear was him repeatedly telling the victim that he was sorry. Witnesses came forward saying he’d saved them when their homes had been raided by Bernadette’s team – so, so many witnesses – and the next appeal blew up the internet.

Ultimately, when his sentence was reduced one last time, we accepted it was time to stop fighting. Kade was ready to stop fighting as soon as he was told he’d never be free again, but the world refused to let him die in prison. It rallied for Kade, and now I get to stand outside the prison next week and run into his arms. I get to have Kade all to myself – no ties or blackmail or worrying about what will happen next.

We get to be happy.

“Fuck,” he blurts. “Seven minutes.”

I lean back, grinding against his cock as I smile at him. “That didn’t stop you last time. You threw a chair at the guard while still inside me.”

“Never again.” His hold tightens on my hips. “I don’t want anyone seeing me fucking you.” He slides his hand up my chest and grabs my throat, using his hold to control me as he cuts offmy air. “I want to feel your pussy strangling my cock while your eyes roll to the back of your pretty little head.”

“I think I’ll die if I come again,” I gasp.