WHEN THE CAR reached the lobby, I almost moaned in relief. I waited impatiently as the door opened, and the first chance I got, I leaped forward.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding until we were outside. I had a moment of dilemma when I saw Silas was nowhere to be found. Instead, Vince stood at the curb, holding the door of the Phantom open.

Kade breezed past me and I stare at his back in disbelief. He slid inside, leaned back on his seat and stare straight ahead.

A part of me wants to run on the opposite direction and see his reaction, but for today, I'm facing his wrath, head on. I climbed inside the car and slumped back into the seat beside him, my stomach churning and my palms damp. The car move into motion and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Kade reach his hand between our seats to press a button.

"To the estate, Vince." He commands then press another button and I was startled when the glass partition suddenly turn like a wall, giving us a full privacy.

I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of the wrath of Kade Sinclair and I could barely swallow pass the lump in my throat. However, he's never looked more beautiful than in this dazzling light. He's like a dark angel, biblical in power and in wrath. His gaze is locked on me and me alone. Those green eyes crawl over every inch of me, searing my skin. His upper lip tightens, baring his teeth.

"I know you're mad—" I started.

"No, Ayla." His voice whipped with anger, sending me recoiling from my seat. "I'm fucking livid."

I feel the first stabbed of hurt when he didn't used his pet name for me. He picks up the glass of amber liquor from the cabinet between us, toss it back and continues to watch me aloofly.

This is Kade, I tell myself. He's mad. Annoyed. Maybe he has a right to be, maybe not. But I know he won't hurt me.

"You seem to have an impression that you can do whatever you want behind my back." He crushed some ice between his teeth, making me shudder. His voice was gruff and thorny.

"I was going to tell you." I said, surprised that my voice sounds a lot calmer than I feel.

He inspects me with his piercing eyes like he was trying to see beneath my words. His jaw stiffened. So did his fist around the glass.

"Yeah? And when is that?" Then I sucked in a breath when he leaned on his elbow between us and invade my space. I could feel his breath against my neck, tickling my sensitive skin.

"Maybe I've been too lenient with you."

The terror that surge through me is nothing like I've ever known. I want to scream, I want to squirm, but I refuse do it. Kade is a predator. If I show the slightest hint of fear, it will ignite his instinct to hunt.

"Come on. Don't do this," I whisper, as I try to cajole the crazy out of him. "Sorry, OK? I was going to tell you when you get back. Besides, it didn't make sense if I go back and forth from your house to campus. It's too damn far."

His brows furrowed, his lips thinning into a hard line.

"You have work too..." I added and I hate that my voice dropped to a whisper, but I kept my stare trained on him.

He clutches my chin with his thumb and forefinger, angling my head back so he can invade my face with his intrusive gaze. My heart palpitates harder and faster. No matter how many excuses I come up with, no matter how much I like to think I have control over this situation...I don't.

"You're not going to stay in that dump place and that's final." He squeezes my jaw hard before letting me go.

My chest heaved as I tried to stem the need to sob, to scream. I don't know. This wasn't just about me keeping things from him. His anger came from something darker, something more dangerous. I knew that for certain. This was about his need to control the world around me.

I turn my head in the other direction, not wanting to look at him. I heard his disapproving grunt, clearly not liking to be the one that's being ignored now. Well, shit. That makes the two of us, asshole.

"It wouldn't be a good idea to cross me, Butterfly." He said, his menacing voice caressing my cheek. Every word echoed between my thighs.

I grimaced. This was not a good time to be turned on. How could I give him the remote control of my emotions this easily?

Kade places two fingers under my chin. His touch is rough, yet gentle at the same time.

I jerk away. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Why?"

"Because you're angry!"

"I told you. We can be mad at each other while I touch you."

I huff, staring out into the distance. The flaming of my cheeks from his touch spreads to my entire body like a rapid-fire. But I watched him from my peripheral vision as I choked the armrest with my grip. His gaze was on his glass, but his stone-cold-killer mask was on full display, his jaw hard. I half shrugged, pretending to stare out the window.

"But perhaps after I cut that blonde twit into pieces, I might consider it..."

My attention snaps back to him, mouth hangs open. "You wouldn't..."

I don't care if he threatens me. I knew what I was getting into the moment I got involved with Kade. But my neighbor is innocent. Would he really hurt him? My stomach twists into knots of fear at the thought of him hurting the poor guy and it being all my fault, all because he was nice enough to say hi.

"I warned you. I'm fucking crazy when it comes to you." he grits out.

I look at him. Really look at him. Aside from the slight twitching in his left eye, the deep curve of his brows from scowling, there's a glint in his dark eyes.

It hits me then. "You're jealous."

He stabs me with a glare. "Damn straight I'm jealous. I'm so possessive of you, it drives me fucking crazy."

"That does not mean you get to go gorilla crazy to every guy that comes near me." I countered. I watch his eyes narrow at my words. I can tell he doesn't like what I say. But tough.

He meets my gaze and I hope I don't look as nervous as I feel inside. But I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit unnerved by the intensity of his stormy eyes. He has the look of a predator. A wolf.

He raised an eyebrow. "I can and I fucking will."

I shake my head, "You're incurable."

He pauses his glass half way his lips, eyes squinting the slightest bit before he flashes me the devil's threatening smile. "Do you think it's fun to antagonise me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

For a moment, I just sit there, trapped, mesmerised as his features ease and I'm happy that his shoulders relax and the tension between us dissipate a little.

We stare at one another. So what now?

The itch to hug and kiss him writhes inside me like I'm possessed. "Can you kiss me now?"

"No."

"No?" I echoed his word, blinking.

His eyes were so dark they sparkled like rare emeralds. "I changed my mind. That's your punishment for pulling this stunt."

Guilt speared me. "But I missed you," I whispered.

His eyes closed and his head fell back, shutting me out. After a moment, he speak, "I almost killed Silas today when I couldn't reach him."

I drew in another breath. "I texted you—"

"You sent me a weak text and then you never looked at your phone again."

I clamped my eyes shut. He was right.

"I thought since you tasted freedom you'd never want to come back again."

A searing pain stabbed me as his words register. I couldn't talk. My throat felt swollen. Finally realizing the impact of my actions, I abandoned my seat and crawl into his lap, needing to bridge the physical distance between us, at least.

I arranged my body until I was straddling his hips. I gently lowered his arm that's covering his eyes and I let out a sigh of relief when he allowed me.

His face was impassive, his eyes hard as emeralds. Holding his jaw in my hands, I kissed him tenderly, my lips coaxing and apologetic. "I'm not leaving you," I whispered against his beautiful mouth. "I can't stand being away from you, either."

For several seconds he sits there, utterly still except for the heavy lift and fall of his chest. He doesn't touch me. Tension radiates off of him, seeps into me. He doesn't react and I begin to feel self-conscious for the first time ever. Boldly, I let my hands slid lovingly across his hard chest, my fingers circled the top buttons of his dress shirt. His abs quivered beneath my touch, the tempo of his breathing changing.

Sinking to sit on his lap, I love how we fit so perfectly together, my curves aligning with his sculpted lines. I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to his throat, feeling his pulse leap beneath my lips and inhaling his intoxicating scent. Enjoying him was something I didn't get to do enough of, because he always turned it back around on me.

Kade groaned, his hand coming up to grip my hair. "Don't fucking fight me on this, Ayla. I'm going to find you a new apartment."

I brushed my lips along his hard jaw. "Okay." I whispered as my hands caressed his torso, tracing his muscled pecs, then the line of every rib.

I was naive to think that I could go through that long without Kade. I hated the thought of him spending that amount of time away from me knowing it was going to drive both of us crazy.

And as he stare at me now, his eyes watching me with a strange gleam. It's like affection mixed with obsession. I knew Kade has been obsessed with me for a while, but now I realise just how much I'm obsessed with him, too. We both had hang-ups, insecurities, and had developed an addiction to each other that required regular contact to keep us functioning properly. I know it's not healthy, but hell, no one else knows what it's like to be us either.

Inching closer, my space fills with all that is him. His scent and his warmth. His cloudy eyes swirling with chaotic emotions inside them. I angled my head and pressed my lips to his. The kiss might've started on my lips, but it possesses my entire body. It pools in my stomach and races down my spine. I started out soft and slow, licking and suckling. I tugged on his bottom lip, then coaxed him to forget our problems with teasing strokes of my tongue.

His long fingers curl around my neck, under my hair, and he lowers his mouth to my ear. "Be warned, Butterfly. If I take you right now, I won't take it easy on you." His grip on my thigh tightens as if he's restraining himself. "You don't get to tap out. You don't get to tell me to stop."

I gasp at the wicked words and my sex clenches, wetness clinging to my panties and sending goose bumps racing across my skin.

"I need you to understand that." He pulls back. His eyes were so dark and dilated they were almost black, and I knew I was staring into the face of a man who'd passed the limits of his control. "I won't stop."

His dark promise sent lust pulsing through me. I'm aware the warning was for my benefit to prepare me for what I knew would be a hard ride. But with Kade, it's always crazy. It's out of control. And I crave it more than I needed to breathe.

"I understand."

Two words. A paused. Then he lunge at me, his mouth colliding against mine in a hot, carnal kiss. He was rough and impatient, and I loved that he was. Loved it more when he angled my head back so he can get better access. His tongue finds mine, feeding off me, tasting me, inhaling me.

Without breaking the kiss, he reaches between us and release himself from his slacks before yanking my dress up. He pulls my panties to the side and positions his hard cock at my entrance. My inner muscles clench in raw, crippling anticipation and I barely notice the curtains closing in on each windows as Kade pressed another button.

I felt the first thick inch push inside me, spreading me open. "See what you do to me?" He growled, then slammed my hips down, and I cried out as he fills me to the rim and stretched me almost unbearably.

"Yes," I moaned, raking my nails down his shoulders as the intensity almost blinded me.

He gripped my hips, elevating them, tilting me to the angle he wanted. "Hold tight." was his only warning as his hips began to plunge, his cock pumping upward into me furiously.

My core clenched deliciously, relishing the feel of him inside me, filling me, and I can feel the orgasm rushing up too quickly. My senses overwhelmed. I open my eyes, and look down at him with heavy lids. He already had his locked on my face, watching me.

Wild for him, I pressed my mouth to his, my fingers gripping his hair as he held my lower body immobile, thrusting upward over and over with fast, powerful lunges. The friction of his cock rubbing and surging was too much. I jolted violently and came, my fingers clawing into his sides.

But Kade wasn't done yet.

He kicked off the armrest with one foot, his hips ground against mine, as if to say, Feel me? I'm in you. I own you.

I lost my mind somewhere along the way, primitive instinct taking over and I could focus on nothing but the feel of his driving cock, waiting until the tension burst and set me free once again.

"It's so good," I sobbed, lost to him. "You feel...God, it's too good."

It didn't matter how many times I had him, I always wanted more. More of the way he responded to me, as if nothing had ever felt the same, as if I gave him something he could get nowhere else.

I clung to the back of the seat and it struck me then that we were both fully clothed except for the most private and intimate parts of our bodies. I found that carnal and uninhibited. Another orgasm starts at the bottom of my stomach, slashing and clawing at its walls.

He fiddles with something on the side of the seat and we both topple backwards. "I'm going to hurt you," he promised darkly. Kade's face was harsh with lust, brutally etched with his need. "And you'll like it."

His thrusts turn merciless, and true to his words, it does hurt. It hurts so good. It's the pleasurable type of pain only Kade can give me.

"Kade," I cried out, loving the feel of it, chasing an orgasm that I know soon would shatter me.

"I'm addicted to you. I'm obsessed with you. I'm mad about you." He feathers kiss after a kiss to the curve of my jaw, the corner of my mouth, down to my neck. He licks them, devours them, feasts on them. I could feel my entire body vibrating, writhing as my core tenses violently.

"Ssh...I've got you." The pad of his thumb rubbed my clit in circles. "Look into my eyes when you come for me, baby."

At the first jolting contraction of my core, I cried out, my legs quaking. The second orgasm hits me with a power I haven't felt before — sharp, deep, and violent. My gaze was locked to his, unable to look away, riveted by the fierce masculine triumph that flared in his eyes.

And Kade didn't stop. He circled my throbbing clit with his fingers until I quickened again, goading another orgasm on and on. I was so sensitive I trashed against the onslaught and came again. My back arches off and I scream but Kade swallows the sound with his lips against mine. He worships my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his cock.

"I love you," I moaned, holding on to him for dear life as the orgasm rips through me like a heatwave, violent and uncontrollable.

He growled my name and then he's powering into me, fucking me hard, thrusting like a man possessed. I held on, trembling, spread wide for the relentless drives of his cock. "Mine...mine...mine..." With a long, guttural groan he started coming, his flexing body quaking as he emptied himself inside me.

We strained together, grasping at each other.

He buried his face in my throat. "Love you."

Tears stung my eyes. He said the words finally.

"Tell me again," I begged, holding on to him.

His mouth found mine. "I love you..."

Then he flips me over and he's feasting on me and I'm screaming his name once again.