CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 63 OPENING UP TO HER

*ALORA*

Caden continued speaking.”And I guess that gave me an instant burst of purpose and motivation. I wanted to show her and everyone that I didn’t need Steele Group. I wanted to prove that despite everything that happened to me, I could still succeed. I didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing that I was broken. Plus, I needed to be powerful in any case Matilda tries to kill me again.”

I felt sorry for him.”You went through a whole lot. Why did you choose to expose your identity now? Is it because of me?”

Caden stared at me, intently for a moment before continuing.

“I...I just felt it was the right time to.”

Since he was opening up to me, I felt like asking more.

“What about the scars on your back? How did you get them?”

“My first year in jail was rough, very rough. Especially when they found out that I was a rich kid who killed someone. I was always picked up, beaten for no reason. Sometimes, I was beaten so much and I thought that was how I was going to die. Some of the guys even had knives.”

My lips parted in shock.

“Overtime, I became friends with a guy who advised me to join a gang for protection. So I managed to plead my way into a gang, most of the times I gave them my meals, I was like a servant to them but when they officially accepted me, the beatings stopped and the next two years was a bit more bearable.”

Tears filled my eyes.

All that for someone he didn’t kill.

“I’m so sorry.”I whispered.

He eyed me.”Don’t feel sorry for me. It’s all in the past now. I’m okay.”

Was he truly okay?

Standing up, I moved closer to him and hugged him.

I just wanted to be of comfort to him.

He wrapped his arms around me, tightly.

I had no idea how long we stayed like that.

***********

That night, Caden held me in his arms on the bed and whispered.

“For our last night here, I want you to get really freaky with me. Can you do that?”

I swallowed. “How freaky?”

He rubbed my hair. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it.”

Well, that was exciting to hear.

He leaned in and kissed me. I was going to enjoy everything about tonight.

Every single thing for the last time.

He brushed my lips, softly, my lips parted for him, wanting more.

A groan slip from my mouth before I had a chance to capture it. His hands moved up through my hair, gripping and pulling its strands.

He tasted me, spreading my lips gently with his and dipping his tongue inside.

I responded eagerly, my body taking over my mind, shoving it aside forcefully as a wave of arousal hit me.

His touch turned harder, his mouth more demanding.

He undressed me and lifted me off the bed and settled me on the table, the surface was cool against my skin.

I sat up, wondering what he had in mind.

“Lay down.” He ordered, and I watched him step back, looking at me.

I gripped the glass top, sliding backward until my elbows are resting on the glass.

I watched him, watched as he took off his shirt. He breathed hard, his eyes glued to mine and he walked towards me, stopping a foot from the table.

I am insanely drawn to every part of him.

Maybe it was his face, those eyes set under thick brows, a mess of dark hair that begged to have me run my hands through it, a strong jaw and kissable soft lips. Lips he happened to know exactly how to use.

I stared at his chest, taking in every detail for the last time.

I pulled my eyes from his chest to his face, seeing the set of his jaw, the intensity of his eyes.

Then there is the yank of a zipper, and my eyes drop.

He was magnificent, every line and muscled defined, framing a package that always made my mouth and pussy water.

I swallowed as he strode over and stopped before me, his eyes studying me, carefully, his head reaching out and pressing me back till I lay flat before him on top of the table.

His hands touched my legs, lifting them and tugging them outward, until I am spread wide open before him.

His grabbed an ankle in each hand and placed my feet flat on the table, knees pointing to the ceiling.

“Touch yourself.” He ordered,nstepping back and watching me.

His hand gripping his cock, which jutted out, swollen and hard.

The vision of him stroking his cock is carnal in its exquisiteness.

“Can’t you touch me instead? I like it better when you touch me.” I whined.

“Show me how you touch yourself, Rara.”

He sure liked giving orders.

I closed my eyes, trying to work up the courage to.

I touched myself, tentatively, my finger sliding up and down the slit of my sex, gentle strokes that tease the sensitive skin.

“Is this what you do when you think of me before?”

I flinched at his voice, which was closer than I expected, right beside me.

I opened my eyes and turned to the sound, he was standing so close to me, his eyes on my moving hand, his own hand moving up and down his delicious shaft.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Keep going.” He rasped.

I closed my eyes again, I allow a finger to dip in, to collect some moisture, and then I moved to my sensitive bud, circling the skin gently.

I released a low moan, pleasure was building within me and it caused me to arch my back, lifting slightly off the table as my fingers danced over my slick channel.

My pussy was beginning to respond, to flex and pant, and water even more.

I could feel my clit taking attention, hardening beneath my gentle swipes, each circle moving a little closer.

I was reminded by Caden’s presence when I felt a teeth on my nipple.

Gentle scrapes of teeth against my nipples, first one and then the other.

He covered my nipples, sucking them into the heat of his mouth, his tongue dancing over the rough path of his teeth, my hand reached up and trapped his head, bringing him more closer to my chest, wanting him to keep sucking on my breasts, the sensation was too incredible not to savor.

He gripped my wrist, roughly, yanking my hand off of his head and shoving it back between my legs. His message was clear and I loved how domineering he was being tonight.

I moaned as he sucked harder on my nipple.

“I’m...I’m so close.” I gasped, my sex contacting and screaming for release.