Page 3 of Masked Darling
He didn’t socialize much; his circle of friends was small enough, and he didn’t think he’d ever met this girl. He cleared his throat and scanned the crowd again, noticing Alison with Chris. She pressed him against the doorway leading to the hall connecting the bedrooms from the living room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered things in his ear that had the man’s face almost matching the color of Madison’s flaming hair.
Madison.
He thought the siren must be around somewhere by now as his eyes darted frantically from the entrance to the living room. Alison and Madison traveled as a pair most of the time, and Kade doubted tonight would have been any different.
But after last night, the last thing she’d want to do is see you,his mind taunted.
“Are you looking for someone?” She raised her voice over the music, which had turned to some slow song he didn’t know. Kade’s attention was caught by Jesse, who was trying to dance with a beautiful dark-skinned woman with pink hair, clearly Camille.
Kade liked Camille; she was always kind to him growing up since they both were born into the Rebel family. He watched as she pushed Jesse away laughing and went back to dancing with a pretty thing wearing blue lipstick that had her arm wrapped around her waist, and Kade let out a small chuckle at his persistence. He’d had a slight crush on her for a couple of years when he was younger, and she got stuck babysitting him while his dad took care of things with the gang. That was until he tried to flirt with her one night. His 12-year-old self got brave and tried to kiss her—she grabbed his face in her hands and said firmly, “I love you, buddy, but boys give me the ick.”
“Yeah,” he said, waving a hand toward the crowd in front of them. “I was hoping a friend of mine would show up, but it doesn’t look like she’s coming.”
“Maybe she already did,” the voice said next to him so quietly he barely heard her. Kade snapped his head towards the girl beside him and stared down at her, finally giving her his full attention. She turned her head toward him and lifted her gaze to his, her bright green eyes dancing behind long black lashes.
Madison, his mind whispered in disbelief.What the fuck is she wearing?
He trailed his eyes over her body, this time with renewed interest.
“Hey, Kade,” Madison smiled sheepishly, her red lips looking absolutely delicious as she continued. “I just wanted to apologize for yesterday—for last night, I mean.”
She cleared her throat when he just stared at her.
“So, yeah, I’m sorry. Like, super duper sorry you had to see that.”
At this point, she started to slur her words a bit, and Kade looked at the flask in her hand and began to wonder how much she had to drink to get up the courage to come talk to him willingly after last night’s events.
“I just got carried away, and I thought I was alone. I never would have—I’ve never done anything like that before, just so you know. I want to make that clear. And it’s not—it isn’t totally my fault, I mean. It’s not like you don’t try and rile me up,” she finally finished.
Madison seemed proud of her little speech and glad she had already downed most of her flask before arriving at the party. She wanted to get this whole thing over with and die in the comfort of her bedroom now. That’s why it was an easy decision when Kade just continued to stare at her without saying a word. With a deep breath, Madison took the silence as her chance to start her journey toward the front door because it wastime to go.
Without thinking, Kade reached towards her and grabbed the top of her dress in the back, effectively unlatching the zipper up top and pulling it down a few inches.
The whiskey in her flask certainly didn’t give her any self-preservation skills because Madison froze. She just stood there, feeling his warm hand on her back as he closed the distance between them and pressed himself against her.
He dropped his head down to rest his chin on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “I don’t accept.”
Her eyes closed momentarily, her brain foggy from the alcohol, the anxiety of the whole situation turning her into a pretty little statue. And now there was the feeling of Kade’s warm breath against her neck. How was she supposed to move away from that?
“What?” She asked after a few seconds of collecting herself before her fingers reached down until they were clutching the hem of her black dress.
Madison had felt so confident when she showed up at the apartment in her revealing outfit—not at all like her usual attire, and that confidence only grew with the warmth in her belly from god knows how many shots she had already downed. She donned the black wig that she liked to wear sometimes in her room when she wanted to feel a little darker than her perfect Madison McRae persona. Pretending to be someone else for a few minutes, even in this setting, should have been easy enough. No one except Alison knew it was her and that allowed her to relax and enjoy herself for a while. And then she’d finally gotten up the courage to approach him just to apologize and hopefully never speak of it again. Thatshould havebeen it.
“I said: I don’t accept your apology, Maddie,” Kade replied. His voice was low and husky, and his mouth was teasing her ear. Her heart was suddenly a rhythmic gymnast and she tried to stop herself from shivering or give herself away. He nipped at her earlobe before straightening up behind her but moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn’t step away from him.
“Why not?” She squeaked out. The liquid courage she had in her was starting to wear off fast due to the panic she felt taking its place.
Shit, shit, shit, shit–
“Because Idon’twant to forget the vision of you sprawled out on that chair moaning my name,” he said as he started to pull the zipper that dangled between her thighs up next, effectively unzipping her dress from the bottom up until he reached the swell of her ass. Madison let out a low gasp and looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching them. They were still in the kitchen, safely in front of the black counter, and the kitchen island was high enough to separate them from the waist down tothe partygoers in the room. Her eyes darted towards the crowd nervously as he placed a kiss on her neck. She tried to reach behind her to pull her zipper back down, but strong fingers curled around her wrist and brought it up to her waist with a slight force that had her arm pinned behind her.
“Why’s that?” She asked breathlessly as she felt his fingertips trail up her inner thighs to hook his finger around the string of the thong he found nestled between the globes of her ass.
“Because,” Kade whispered as he toyed with the string. “It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He pulled the thong sharply, eliciting a yelp from deep in Madison’s throat at the sensation of her clit being strangled by the scrap of fabric between her legs.
Kade pulled once more on the thong and bent down to whisper in her ear, “Youlike that, don’t you? Of course, you do; your body is practically vibrating. I can feel the heat radiating from this pretty cunt and,” Madison’s whimper cut him off, causing him to tighten his grip on the wrist still pinned to her lower back, and he reached between her thighs where her wetness was starting to escape her smooth pussy.
