Page 17 of Broken By The Devil

My skin blushes without my permission, I rub my hands together to keep them occupied and I can’t look directly at him. I see Cara in my peripheral holding her hands up in triumph, she’s heading over here, thank god.

“I knew you’d be victorious over him, good job!” Cara hugs me until I can’t breathe. I’m getting used to the hugs, I look forward to them now.

“You’re going next, right?” Cass asks.

“Yes, she is, come on let’s go,” Kade interjects before I can say no. Fine, he wants me to do this, I’ll beat his ass.

We both line up at the starting point. I do a few stretches to hopefully release the tension in my body when I glance over at Kade. He’s taking his shirt off. This man is sculpted like a Greek God. His abs are chiseled, his chest is rock hard, and his tattoos are amazing. I haven’t seen them before. He has two tribal tattoos on each pectoral and a long viper in black and red winding around his left arm. He clearly has some sort of viper obsession.

“Eyes on the course Viper. Wouldn’t want you distracted,” he taunts.

“Save your charm for Bree, I see her drooling on the sidelines,” I counter.

“Careful, sounds like you might be jealous.”

“Because I want to be the one to ride your cock instead of her?” I taunt before the gun signals the start of the race. My distraction worked, he’s slow off the line. Let the games begin.

KADE

She wants to play, then let’s play. Jealousy looks extremely good on her. Every time she looks at Bree I can tell she wants to indent her face. I’m starting to question what is going on between us. I was certain I hated her a month ago, but now I’m not so sure. She was eyeing me up and down when I took my shirt off, I’m pretty sure she wants me. I can’t fight the fact that I want her anymore. I was absolutely captivated by her when she was stretching. The curve of her ass and chest are to die for, what I would give just to grasp her body.

Shit, she’s actually in the lead here. I need to pick up the pace, I can’t have her beat me. She knew that comment on the line would rile me up. I need to get my head back in the game—I’m undefeated. Cyrus will not let me live this down if I lose.

The little viper is fast and agile but I’m strong. I can overtake her on the rings. I leap over the first wall and climb onto the second which is higher. I’m already at the top of the platform when I dive off it, grab onto one of the rings and swing my body as far as it will go. Just like I predicted, I overtake her by only a fraction of a second, she’s still right behind me.

I make sure I give her my signature smirk as I pass her and yell, “You didn’t think I’d let you have the lead the whole course did you?” I laugh.

“Let me?” she rages.

I charge forward and land in a crouch to army crawl through the cabled box on the floor. I’m covered in mud and sweat. I can barely see where I’m going until I’m forced to wipe my eyes. Emilia is already out of the box and sprinting towards the final rock wall. How is she built this way, the woman is some sort of machine.

She lugs the weighted bag over her shoulders with a grunt and starts to climb the wall. This is the toughest part of the course, each bag weighs at least 40kg but as I’ve approached my bag I see the sticker on the side 60kg. I can hear Cyrus’s laugh in my head. I have no doubt in my mind, this is his doing.

I throw the bag over my head as hard as I can hoping the momentum will work in my favour. The sweat is pouring off me and stinging my eyes. I climb as fast as I can, making sure I plant each foot in the crevice before I reach for the next one. I see her then, she’s struggling with the bag. The sweat is glistening on her skin, she’s flushed and her chest is heaving up and down. The image of her in my bed invades my train of thought, her body writhing on top of mine.

Get a fucking grip, Kade!

I manage to land both feet on the platform at the top of the wall, and Emilia shortly follows me. I don’t waste any time. I keep the bag on my shoulders, grab the rope, and propel myself down it as fast as I can, making sure not to drop the bag. As soon as my feet reach solid ground, I discard the bag and run full pelt towards the finish line. We’re neck and neck. This is going to be too close for comfort even by my standards. Nobody has ever come this close to beating me before. This woman is an enigma, and she’s so fast, she’s running like her life depends on it; she must really want the win. If I were a gentleman, I’d probably let her win, it’s too bad I’m no gentleman. I leap for the finish line like I’m on fire, in desperate need of dousing, and I manage to cross first by a fraction of a second.

We have a few minutes before people start to walk over here. I could use a minute to catch my breath anyway, and I’m sure she could too. I’m not going to gloat…much.

“You a sore loser? I need to know whether I’m safe from your wrath.” I love pushing her buttons, it makes her squirm in her skin. You can see the goosebumps forming even from the distance between us. That distance is getting shorter and shorter as she charges towards me. I don’t move though. I stand my ground. Nobody intimidates me. In fact, it’s really attractive when she’s angry. I need to get a hold of myself. The last time she screamed at me, I ended up with a huge erection.

“You’re never safe from my wrath. You always seem to be on the other side of it, constantly.” She grimaces as she wipes some sweat from her forehead. She has a slight cut to the side of her face, probably from the wires on the army crawl.

“It’s ok to lose you know, it builds character,” I tease. I lift my hand towards her face, and her eyes widen. I use the pad of my thumb to wipe away the blood forming on her skin. It’s so soft and smooth, like silk. I can feel her breathing hitch slightly when I bring my thumb to my mouth and lick it clean, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. Her arm comes up swinging as she bats my hand away from my mouth “Did you actually just taste my blood?” She grimaces.

“Something tells me your pussy is going to taste way better.” I gaze into her eyes analysing any reaction to what I just said. Her eyes are so blue, I’m convinced I see waves moving amongst the colour. I don’t understand what she is doing to me. Just when I think she’s going to bolt, she does the most unexpected thing.

She closes the remaining distance between us, her chest flush against me, so close I can feel her breathing. The little viper looks up at me with those captivating eyes. She may as well be a siren at this point; she has me under some kind of trance. I can’t move. I lower my head so I can look down at her. Her lips are beckoning me to lower mine onto hers. I want to… I need to kiss her. I inch closer to do just that, trying to control my breathing. I graze her jaw with my thumb and lift her head slightly higher to where I want it. I inch closer and part my lips, I swear I can taste her already, she moves the final distance for me⁠—

“What the hell is going on here?” Tom bellows from a few metres away.

I swear to God, I’m going to kill this fucker. Emilia startles and springs back from me in a panic. She whispers, “Please don’t make a big deal of this Kade.” Before I can respond, she is already walking towards and past Tom without even a look in his direction.

“What have I said to you about my property?” He demands. Everything about this piece of shit makes me rage. He’s extremely fortunate that I haven’t knocked him out already, as I care about my job, but if he calls Emilia his property one more time, I’ll be stripped of my rank.

I stalk towards him, I’m considerably taller than the weasel. He trembles slightly as I close the distance. I make sure I’m towering over him when I address him, “You call her your property one more time, and I’ll hand deliver your severed head to your mother, do we understand each other?” I don’t wait for an answer, I don’t need it. I have no problem following through with the threat anyway. Nobody will link it back to me.