All Chapters of The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KADEI watched Belladonna as she slept peacefully, her lips parted slightly, her hair spread. Her hair… My eyes were always going there. I think I was attracted to how black it was, and how soft. Last night, when she fell asleep with me still knotted in her, I found my hand waving into her hair and feeling its soft strands. I did it. I knotted in her, and I didn't lose control. I fucking did it. There was no tear, she barely felt any pain. I haven't done that for years. I haven't felt a woman’s heat wrapped around me in so long. Anytime I found myself close to doing that, I always remembered that dreadful night years ago and I ended up not going through with it. My eyes trailed over Belladonna’s frame. She was covered with the blanket but I could still see her neck and I saw my teeth mark there. I left my mark on her fair skin…There was no going back now.Belladonna shifted, her eyes slowly opening. S

Kade’s grip tightened on my jaw, his thumb brushing just below my lips. His gaze burned into mine, hot and sizzling with tension. “Replused by you?” he repeated, his voice low, dangerous, sexy as hell. “Belladonna, if that was the case, I wouldn't still be feeling the taste of your skin on my tongue.”My breath hitched slightly, but he caught it, his upper lip twitching. Damn this man and his sweet tongue. I almost gave in, just carved and begged him to take me. But I stood my ground. Even though I was a sucker for long hair and mismatched eyes paired with a hot body, I still have to hold on to a bit of my dignity—or at least try to. “Those are just words, mio caro marito,” I pressed, pushing him, daring him, my pulse hammering in my throat, my heartbeat a mess. We were close, but I still hoped he wouldn't feel my chaotic heartbeat. That would be embarrassing since I was putting on a tough front. “Words don't hold shit, Kade. So prove it. Back

I stared up at the ceiling, blinking repeatedly, the blanket drawn up to my chin, the air conditioner off, but I still felt cold. It wasn't a physical cold. It was the kind of cold that was deep-rooted, that has lodged itself deep inside my soul. What was I doing? What was wrong with me? What was this feeling in my chest? Why did everything with Kade feel so… overwhelming? Why did it feel so intense? For the past five or so years, I've felt… shallow, like I had this hole in me that just wouldn't be filled no matter what I poured into it. It just kept taking, and taking, and taking, leaving me with nothing, leaving me empty and wanting more. I think that was what drew me to Kade when I first met him, when I saw that empty look in his eyes. Because I understood. Fuck, I understood so well, that I wish I didn't. Because I feel that way too. I tried to cover it with sex and alcohol. My therapist said that it was self-destruct and that was the firs

I went to work like I always did but I was barely functioning. My head was so out of that that I made lots of mistakes and fucked up countless times. The people under me became confused because usually, I was Mr. Perfect, always getting the work done, never making a single mistake. But that was a front I put on to get by. Truth be told, I made countless mistakes every day. I get documents wrong and sign the wrong things, but I always get it fixed before anybody would notice. But today, I couldn't maintain that front. My head was a mess. Who was he? How much did she love him for her to be dreaming about her? How much did the relationship scar her? What the fuck did Medea do to her? What on God’s green earth was this feeling in my chest? Jealousy? Possessiveness? That was bullshit. I didn't feel anything for her to be jealous or possessive. This was all bullshit and overwhelming. I wanted it all to be over and I needed to catch a breather. I left my office around lunchtime, goin

I curled my tongue around hers, going back and forth with it before I sucked on it. She gasped into my mouth, pressing herself harder against me, her hips moving back and forth. She kept rubbing against my dick and it was taking a lot to not cum in my pants like a teenage boy. I sucked hard on her tongue, saliva dripping down our chins. Her hands were deep in my hair, tangled up with the strands, and tight as if she wanted to pull it from its roots. “Your tongue is so hot,” she muttered, her words sounding slightly off.“Do you hate it?”She shook her head and I sucked harder. I broke the kiss to catch our breath, my lips immediately moving to her neck. “You’re so hard,” she breathed as she kept grinding on my dick.“That’s because you keep doing that,” I groaned, sucking the skin of her neck. She moaned softly, arching her back and pressing her chest to mine, and I could feel her hard nipples thr