Page 135 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Cade

I push her down, watch as my dick disappears into her mouth, then pull her back. And again. Every time I tug her face forward, I feel the column of my shaft go down her throat.

"Do you know what it does to me to feel you choking on my cock?" I growl.

Her gaze widens. Her lips stretch around my girth. She squeezes down on my balls, and the pressure at the base of my spine folds in on itself.

"You feel so fucking good." I frown down at her. "You shouldn’t feel this good. This right. This tight. This everything."

Her green gaze turns to deep pools of emerald.

My heart hitches. My breath oscillates up my throat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t afford to be drawn to her.

Can’t feel this...close. She’s only a hole—a gorgeous, very satisfying hole, but nevertheless, only a hole to fuck out my frustrations.

So why does it feel so raw, so intimate, so very carnal to have my dick thicken and push against the walls of her throat?

I increase the intensity of my actions, bob her head down, then up, and again, and again, and again.

Faster and faster. Until my breath comes in pants and sweat breaks out on my forehead and runs down my spine.

Until drool slides from her mouth and coats my dick and her entire body jolts. An answering heat sears my veins.

It feels like my heart is filling my chest and expanding, until every part of me thrums with awareness. I tug on her hair; she raises her gaze to mine.

“I’m going to come and you’re going to take every drop like the good little slut you are,” I growl.

A whine spills from her lips. Her pupils dilate further, and fuck, that look of utter submission, that complete compliance that’s writ into every curve of her body tips me over.

The tension at the base of my spine explodes, and I empty myself down her throat.

She swallows, not breaking my gaze. My cock pulses once, twice, and not a drop escapes from her mouth.

She sucks me off, milks me dry, and I swear she’s sucking my soul through my shaft.

I pull her off, then haul her up. I close my mouth around hers, and draw from her, and when she sags against me, it’s as if we’ve shared something more than just a blowjob. No. Absolutely not.

I tear my gaze off of her, and survey her flushed features. Then push her back into her seat.

"Go."

I turn to face out the window.

She doesn’t move for a few seconds, then draws in a shaky breath. "So that’s it. You intend to use me whenever you get the itch, and then discard me?"

"As you did me."

"I didn’t discard you. It’s just… At first, I didn’t know where you were.

Later, I never worked up the courage to reach out to you, either.

And I couldn’t ask Knight about you. We never spoke about you, Cade.

You were the one topic that was off limits for the both of us.

He thought I’d done wrong by you. I knew I’d done wrong by you.

God knows, I was sorry for having made the call and asking you to come that day. "

"And I came." I thrust out my chest. "I thought you were in trouble. You were my best friend’s sister, and I felt it was my responsibility to help you. I walked into the trap set for me. Sucker that I was."

Her features pale. "I’m so sorry, Cade. If I could go back and change everything, I would."

"But you can’t."

"Let me make it up to you." She swallows. "Please."

"Oh?" I turn to look at her. "You’d best up your skills at giving blowjobs then."

She stiffens. "That’s not fair. I heard how much you enjoyed it earlier."

"In the heat of the moment, maybe." I look her up and down. "I’ve had much better though. Also, since I have no more use for your holes at the moment, you’d best—" I wave my fingers toward the door.

She firms her lips. Then shoves the door open, steps out and slams it behind her.

I wait until she’s inside the building, then zip up my pants, before driving in the direction of the 7A Club.

JJ Kane invited me to join, and while I hadn’t been sure I’d need a club to hang out in, right now, it seems like the best place to go get drunk.

"Not for me." Declan holds his hand over his glass.

"Sure?" I narrow my gaze on him.

"I think you’ve had enough, as well," he murmurs.

I scoff, then pour the rest of the whiskey into my glass.

"How long have you been drinking?" He scowls.

"Since this morning." I hear my voice slur and shake my head to clear it.

"Fucking hell, King, and you call yourself an athlete?" Declan scolds.

"Yep. I’m a world-class athlete...at lifting my glass to my mouth." I slap the bottle on the table, then toss back the whiskey. The alcohol burns its way down my throat and hits my gut. A slow warmth infuses my limbs.

I made her give me a blow job. I enjoyed it, too.

Then, I pretended otherwise to her. In fact, I implied to her that as far as giving blowjobs goes, her skills are below par.

When did I sink this low? I reach for the glass in front of me, refill it, then chug down the contents.

The liquor burns its way down my throat.

It hits my stomach, setting off a warmth that travels to my extremities.

Almost as hot as it felt to have her lips wrapped about my cock…

To have her sucking on my shaft, curling her tongue around the sensitive crown, her fingers caressing my balls, her breath coming in pants as she sucked me off.

Her chest rose and fell, and I felt my dick slide down her throat.

The blood drains to my groin. I curl my fingers about my glass. How is it that thinking about her seems to arouse me so quickly?

She looked up at me through the curtain of her lashes and her big green eyes betrayed just how turned on she was. I’d wanted to punish her, but instead, felt satisfied that I pleasured her. Maybe too much.

It’s why I was cruel to her later. I wanted to hurt her.

Make her feel a fraction of what I went through—the betrayal, the helplessness, the absolute powerlessness when I was expelled from school.

When I lost my sports scholarship, and my parents were disappointed in me.

When I felt like my life was over. Only it wasn’t.

Knight saved me. He was there for me. And I’m rewarding him by being a complete arse to his sister.

I reach for the bottle again, but Declan moves it out of the way. "Want to tell me what’s wrong?"

I scoff. "You mean, do I want to share my thoughts with you and all that emo shit?"

Declan tilts his head. "Sharing what’s on your mind hardly equates with losing your masculinity. Sometimes it helps to talk things out. Clarity and perspective and all that, ol’ chap."

"I’ll remind you of this when you fall for someone and—"

His eyebrows shoot up. "And—?"

"And nothing."

"So, you’ve fallen for her?"

"Not what I said."

He smirks. "I distinctly heard you say—"

"Fine, I did." I hold up my hand. "But it was a slip of the tongue."

He stares at me. "Since when did the sportsman of the decade slip on anything?"

Since I decided to go after a certain slip of a girl for revenge and found it disturbs me more than it should.

And I don’t understand why. She deserves every horrible thing I have lined up for her.

She deserves the distress I want to cause her.

So why is it that I feel remorseful about it?

I’ve planned this for so long, and now, when I have the chance to take revenge for what she did to me, I’m, evidently, getting cold feet. And all because I’m attracted to her.

"I’m attracted to her." I firm my lips. "Doesn’t mean I’m falling for her."

He rubs his jaw. "I don’t know, man. It certainly seems like you’re developing feelings for her."

I blink, then bark out a laugh. "Don’t confuse my love life with yours. I’m not the one who fell head-over-heels in love, only to find it’s not all it’s cracked up to be."

"At least, I have the balls to accept my emotions and not shy away from admitting that being in a relationship is not as easy as it seems. At least, I have the stomach to face my emotions, instead of running from them."

"Are you calling me a coward?"

"And if I were?"

I narrow my gaze. "You know what she did to me.”

"So, she made a mistake. She was a stupid kid. Didn’t you make mistakes when you were younger? Haven’t you tried to set things right after the fact?"

I glower at him. Asshole has a point. I tried to have as little to do with my family as possible, and that included my sister. My twin. I wasn’t there for Zara when she needed me most.

First, I focused on getting a sports scholarship to the private school with the best sports program in the UK.

After I was expelled, I fucked around for way too long, then I got caught up in trying to get back on track.

I neglected my duty toward my family, something I’m only beginning to realize.

And while I’m trying to make it up to Zara, I haven’t had the courage to speak to my parents…

Yet. "Sure, I’ve made mistakes. Who hasn’t?

But I didn’t set out to destroy someone’s life because of it. "

"You guys were so young—"

"You think I should excuse what she did because she was too young to realize the consequences of her actions?” I scowl.

“You think she set out to destroy your life on purpose?” he retorts.

The seconds stretch; neither of us blinks. The wanker is as hard-headed as me, and he’s become one of my closest pals. Other than Knight, he’s the only other person who can see through my bluster... And I’m not sure if I like that. I curl my fingers into fists at my side.

"So, I should forgive her, just like that?"

He blows out a breath, “All I’m saying is, he who seeks vengeance should dig two graves."

"It’s not—"

"Don’t even bother to deny it. I don’t know the details of it, but clearly, whatever you have planned is aimed to cause her maximum discomfort.

And perhaps, she deserves it, too… But you’re not doing yourself any favors by keeping this revenge plan going.

The only way to move on is to put an expiry date on whatever it is you’re trying to make her pay.

Also, if Knight found out what you’re up to—"

"He won’t," I snap.

"Oh, so you are trying to make her pay for what she did?"

"I never denied it. And perhaps, you’re right. Perhaps, I need an end point for it. But first—" I rise to my feet, purposely ignoring his warning about digging two graves. "I’m going to extract my revenge."