Page 41 of Broken By The Devil

“Fuck—” He moves to get up, his hands on the waistband of my leggings, slowly pulling them off me. He kisses down both of my legs so agonisingly slow, it’s torturous. He stops abruptly near my inner thigh, noticing the bite mark there.

“Kade—” I whimper. Hoping he doesn’t change his mind about me. Hoping this doesn’t ruin everything. Maybe he’ll finally see me for what I see myself. Damaged, used, discarded.

My heart is starting to race, my arm immediately tingling from pain. A horrendous sharp and sudden pain in my chest, like someone is stabbing me in the heart. Before I register what’s happening, the pain shifts to my inner thigh. Kade bites down so hard he draws blood from me. His bite mark covers Tom’s completely, like he’s been erased from my body.

“You carry my mark now…only mine.” He growls. He pushes my underwear aside and wastes no time devouring me. He sucks and licks my clit with precise movements, like he knows exactly what makes my body tick. The pain in my chest intensifies, I can’t focus on the pleasure, the voltage going through my arm and into my chest, It’s unrelenting. I can’t stop the pain from showing on my face, tears filling my eyes, my body flinching uncontrollably.

“Shit, am I hurting you?” Kade slowly moves up and analyzes my face so closely, I’m sure he sees everything.

“No, you’re not hurting me at all, I just—” Tree branches snap nearby and Kade scrambles to get my leggings for me to get dressed. I’ve never been more thankful for an interruption in my life. I can’t tell him yet. We both hide behind a tree long enough until whoever it is passes.

“We’ll talk about this later, you’re hiding something from me. I know you are,” he says with a mix of anger and sadness in his gaze. We head back to the camp where we’re greeted by the usual gang.

“You caught her! Shit, I bet Cyrus she’d still be out there when the gun went off!” Cass curses.

“Cyrus, you bet on Kade to win?” I say in absolute astonishment. I feel like I’m being underestimated a lot here.

“Hey, nothing gets in the way of what Kade wants, he’s killed for less,” he shrugs. Jesus, it’s a good thing he doesn’t know about the ring yet.

“Tom has been demanding to see you. I told him to fuck off, but just so you’re aware.” Cass explains. I heave a deep sigh and look to Kade. He won’t look at me. He’s not said a single word since being back at camp. I’ve fucked up. I can’t be intimate with him without getting severely shocked. Nothing in my life is ever easy.

* * *

I struggle to eat my dinner. The thought of the impending consequences ruining my appetite. I’ve left it long enough. I need to go and see Tom.

“I don’t like this…you going in there for the night is not a good idea,” Kade says. Anger simmering just beneath his skin. The first thing he has said to me since being back at camp. Every single time I have to be near Tom, I know it kills him inside. I know he is having to hold this all in. I know, because I’ve had to do it for years.

“What am I supposed to do, Kade? I can’t stay with anyone else. There will be consequences for my behavior yesterday, don’t forget that.” He must see how scared I am.

“No, there won’t be,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “Meet me once he’s gone to sleep, we need to talk.”

“That’s not a good idea and you know it,” I advise. “Good night, everyone.” I shout so enough people hear me. I flash Kade a smile, hold up my hand showing the circle sign and head towards Tom’s tent. I don’t like this situation any more than Kade does. We just need to get these fucking drives.

The sight I see when I enter the tent is something that will stay with me forever. It brings me happiness that I can’t describe. Tom is propped up with a pillow, laying down in his bed roll. Bruises cover his face and stomach. His right eye is swollen shut and his lip is split open. I have to suppress the laugh that threatens to come out and settle for a scoff instead.

“I see you’re pleased with yourself.” Tom’s voice is laced with sarcasm, the kind that irritates me the most. Trying to sit up more, he grunts in pain.

“Am I pleased that I got to unleash a small amount of my rage towards you? Yes…I’d be lying if I said otherwise.” He moves his right arm from beneath his bed roll and I see the brand-new watch glistening on his wrist.

“Oh my pet, you’ve finally done it…you’ve reached my last nerve…”

KADE

Sleep completely evades me. I can’t relax enough for my mind to switch off. My little viper consumes my thoughts. The feel of her soft skin and the sweet smell of vanilla. The feel of her lips, so tender but fierce. The weight of her body on top of mine. I need her. I can feel myself reaching the point of no return, like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore.

She flinched. I felt it. Maybe she’s not ready for me. I can’t say I would be shocked after everything Tom has done to her, but she seemed like she wanted me to fuck her. She’s giving me mixed signals, and I know she is hiding something from me. She’s a good liar, but not that good.

My hearing is hypersensitive, listening for any sign that she might need me. Any scream, any sign of distress, even a silence that stretches too long. I’m listening. Cyrus is snoring on the other side of the tent, I swear he could sleep through a bomb. It’s making it hard to hear anything outside but I manage to catch a rustling sound… and then another.

Slight whispering and then a sharp gasp of breath. I’m out of my tent so fast I don’t process what I might find.

“Shit! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Emilia has her head in her hands and scrambles away from Cara’s tent. She’s holding her eyes shut like they’re being burned with acid. Emilia turns and notices my gaze. She stands there in nothing but her underwear, a black lace bra and matching panties. She folds her arms over herself like that covers anything.

“What the hell is going on? I whisper a shout. I don’t want to draw attention to this. Emilia walks slowly towards me.

“Tom kicked me out of the tent and wouldn’t let me take my clothes as punishment for yesterday—” My teeth clench and my hands ball into fists. The absolute bastard.

“Unclench, I’m surprised you even have teeth left.” She chuckles quietly.