Page 48 of Restitution

“Yours?” Kade wipes blood from his eyes with the back of his hand. “Everyone, get out.”

Tobias grunts and grabs Barry by the collar to pull him out, but he shrugs him off and scowls. “I’m able to take myself out, you barbaric wanker.”

Ewan goes upstairs first, and I chew my lip and watch Kade run his hand through his hair, smudging blood everywhere, little trickles going down his nape.

Barry gestures for me to follow, and when I take a step, Kade says, “Not you.”

For a second, I hesitate. So does Barry. He’s hesitant around Kade after he shot at me, like a bit of trust has vanished, but finally he nods and goes upstairs, leaving me and Kade with Chris.

“I almost feel sorry for you,” Kade says to Chris when the door at the top of the stairs closes. “No, in fact, I do feel sorry for you.”

“Why?” Chris replies, the word broken, weak and slurred.I’m surprised he’s even answering back, considering he’s bleeding from multiple places.

Not to mention the nails stopping his eyelids from fully closing.

Kade grabs another chair, settling it in front of Chris before sitting down on it, his eyes flickering over to me. He holds out his hand. “Come here.”

I hug myself and step forward, and my breathing pauses when Kade pulls me into his lap. My nerves come alive from his touch, at feeling his thighs beneath me, at the way he wraps one arm around me while he settles the gun by our side.

“Do you trust me?” Kade whispers in my ear.

I give a slight nod.

The arm wrapped around me slackens at the same time his lips press to my nape. His hand slides up my bare legs to my PJ shorts, not stopping as he reaches my inner thigh and keeps going.

My heart races from his touch, a tingling sensation working its way to my core just as his fingertips brush over my underwear. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been touched in so long, or maybe it’s because it’s Kade, but I instantly part my legs to give him better access while I watch blood trailing from Chris’s eyes and hands.

Kade’s lips lightly graze across my nape to my ear. “I’m going to make you come in front of this piece of shit.”

I don’t have a chance to respond. My teeth bite into my bottom lip on a moan as he shoves aside my underwear and sinks two fingers inside me. “Oh God.”

My mouth opens, my eyelids closing slightly as I feel him going slow and deep.

“You hear that?” Kade taunts as he works his fingers in and out in a rhythm. My body reacts the only way it can, and I rock myhips; feel him growing hard against my ass. “You hear the noises I can pull from her pretty mouth?”

Chris pulls at his restraints. “Don’t fucking touch her.”

I moan as he pushes a third finger in, fucking me with them while he alternates between sucking on my skin with his blood-covered lips and teasing my abuser.

He curls his fingers, and I whimper, parting my legs wider as my head drops back onto his shoulder. “K-Kade,” I moan, moving against his hand. My hand grips the hair at the back of his head, using it as leverage to grind into his hand and push my ass against his cock.

More. I want more.

But this isn’t romantic or anything other than Kade claiming me for Chris to witness – showing him that no matter what, I’ve always been his. Not Chris’s, not the men he made rape me – two of whom are still walking around freely. Though Tobias has already said he’ll deal with them if his son doesn’t.

Teeth sink into my neck, and he sucks my skin harshly, causing me to cry out. “Tell him who you belong to,” Kade orders. “Tell him.”

“You,” I breathe.

“Don’t fucking say that!” Chris yells. “Leave her alone. Stop fucking touching her!”

Kade lets out a deep chuckle against my skin. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan as he rubs his thumb on my clit. “I want you, Kade, not him. Never him.”

“Stacey, please,” Chris sobs, blood still pissing from his eyes. “Please stop. Please.”

“He killed our daughter,” Kade says as he slips a blade into my hand. “Hurt him.”