“You’re going where to do what?” Daya barks through the phone. I sigh, closing my eyes in resignation. “And with who? Zade? That’s your stalker’s name?”
“Yeah.” I bite my lip. “I don’t know if I really had a choice…” I trail off. Because that’s not entirely true. Zade was going to say no to Mark. But I made him say yes. Mark has information on Gigi and supposedly has valuable information for Zade as well.
“Look, I don’t know what this man is into, Daya. But whatever it is, it’s really fucking serious. And I can say that he really did try to avoid the situation.”
“How the hell did this even happen, Addie?” Daya asks, frustration evident in her tone.
“I was working on my manuscript at Bailey’s when Zade and a fucking senator approached me, introduced himself and said he wanted to meet Zack’s girlfriend. Zade was staring at him like he wanted to murder him. And he asked me to go along with it until he could get rid of Mark. Long story short, Mark’s father was best friends with my great-grandfather, John. He said he’d tell me more if I agreed to go to the party.”
“So the man manipulated you,” Daya deadpans.
I sigh. “Pretty much,” I say, before rubbing my lips together.
Daya stays silent, and if it weren’t for her angry breathing on the other line, I’d think she hung up. Wouldn’t blame her if she did.
I am going to a party with my stalker.
All for some information that might not even help me.
“Addie, what does this man do for a living?”
I blink. “I’m not entirely sure, to be honest,” I answer truthfully.
“He’s not Z, is he? Because that would be fucking insane, but it would also make sense.”
I frown. “What makes you think he is? Do you know a lot about that organization or something?’
Daya hesitates before she admits, ‘That’s who I work for.’
My mouth pops open.
I’ve heard of Z from social media and news outlets. It’s a massive vigilante organization built around destroying the government. Basically, the government’s public enemy number one.
I knew Daya was a vigilante of sorts, I just didn’t know she did it for Z. In that case, it doesn’t sound like she is aware of a connection between Mark and the organization.
And if Zade is indeed who she thinks he is, that means I’m now involved in something so much more than I thought it was, if even Daya is ignorant to it.
God, could Zade really be Z? It would explain his inexplicable ability to get past my security cameras. But more than that, it would explain him befriending and hiding his real identity from a goddamn senator. How the hell did I get so unlucky that the ultimate hacker would stalk me?
I never really stood a chance.
“I don’t know, Daya. I honestly don’t. I just… really want to solve this case. Gigi didn’t deserve what happened to her. And I think Mark might be able to give us some insight on the case.”
“Addie, I love you, but you’re crazy. There are other routes to look at, you don’t need to go to a goddamn senator’s party with a fucking stalker to get a bit of information. A stalker that might be a world-renowned hacker and vigilante.”
She’s right.
Totally valid point.
But I’d be a liar if I said going to the party tonight didn’t stir something in my chest that feels sublime. The thrill. The adrenaline rush. The danger. It stirs something deep in my core, too.
It calls to me and I’m too weak to ignore it.
But that’s something that I can never explain to Daya. She’s logical. Reasonable. Smart. And she’s not an adrenaline junkie like I without a doubt am. She doesn’t get a thrill out of danger.
I should’ve been a stunt double or something.
“I know you’re going to think I’m even more insane than I already am, but at least for this occasion, I really feel like Zade will protect me. In fact, I know he will.”
It’s Daya’s turn to sigh. “Honestly, I don’t doubt that, Addie. If he is who I think he is… he’s doing some good in the world. And he’s clearly obsessed with you in a very unhealthy manner, but from the sounds of it, he’s not the typical stalker where he’s out to murder you. I think he just really, really wants to be with you and is handling it in a very creepy fucking manner.”
I laugh even though it’s not a funny situation. It’s not necessarily something to make light of, considering we don’t know if he’ll just turn around and kill me, but it makes me feel better.
‘Just please keep in mind that you don’t know this guy, and he might not have good intentions.’
I laugh dryly. ‘Trust me, I haven’t forgotten.’
“When is this party?”
I twist my red-painted lips and give myself a slow perusal in the mirror. I’m wearing a red strapless gown, the top half encrusted with thousands of tiny diamonds throughout the lacy material. The bottom half molds to my body like a second skin with a large slit slicing all the way to mid-thigh. Diamond strappy gold heels adorn my feet, while my hair is curled into beach waves, the tendrils falling around my shoulders.
It’s both sexy and elegant.
Zade sent it to me, and the rebellious side of me almost threw it out to go and find my own damn dress. But then my imagination got away from me.
And I couldn’t stop myself from picturing the look in his eyes when he sees me wearing the dress and shoes he chose for me. I was horrified by the butterflies that were set free in my stomach with the incessant desire to bring that image to life.
“Tonight,” I say quietly, a frown tugging at my lips.
What are you doing, Addie?
Zade picks me up in a classic Mustang. The metal gleams in the moonlight, glinting off the rock in the sky as if it was built to be seen after sundown.
Shakily, I make my way down the porch steps. I wrap my long trench coat tighter around my body, partly to ward off the chill and partly to ward off the anxiety stirring in my gut.
I can’t tell if I have a bad feeling about tonight or not. What I do know is that whatever happens, I’m going to see Zade in an entirely new light and discover new things about him. Things that might make me hate him more… or less.
And the latter is what I’m scared of most.
Before I can make my way to the car, his driver’s side door is swinging open, and a suit-clad leg is stepping out.
Oxygen crystallizes in my lungs as Zade takes one last hit of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stomping it out. Smoke billows from his mouth as he looks at me from beneath hooded eyes.
Jesus Christ.
“You shouldn’t litter,” I say hoarsely, earning a slight grin in return. He bends and picks up the cigarette butt and deposits it in his pocket.
“Sorry, baby,” he rasps. “Won’t happen again.”
I can hardly say thank you when I’m too enraptured by the dark God before me.
He’s absolutely breathtaking. And I’d like to blame the cold autumn air on the ice in my lungs, but I know better.
Zade is adorned in an all-black suit. Every single inch of the fabric stitched to the exact millimeter of his body. It fits him impeccably, molding to his muscular arms, trimmed waist, and thick thighs.
My knees weaken, along with my resolve.
I have the most insane urge to turn around, walk back in that house, bend over the couch and let him fuck the rest of whatever sanity I have left out of me.
I want to be delirious from his cock, and to make matters worse, I know he would absolutely surpass every one of my expectations if I let him.
God?
I don’t even get to finish that thought before he’s walking towards me, a sinfully dark smirk on his face.
The black suit does nothing but darken his aura. Zade is Hades, stepping out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet little life. The wicked scar cutting through his nearly-white eye, with his other nearly-black eye is a combination that could only be forged in Hell.
It’s just not fucking fair.
“You’re fucking magnificent,” he growls as he stalks towards me, his shiny shoes reflecting the moonlight. His voice is deeper than normal—smokier. Deadlier.
It’s only when his hand rises towards my face that I notice the single red rose in his hand. He slips the flower behind my curls, biting back a smile as he does.
I hold my breath. I feel just like a mouse caught in a trap, with my predator licking his lips, ready to eat me alive.
Before I can open my mouth, he’s pressing into me and grabbing my trench coat, wrenching it apart and down my arms. I gasp, both shocked by his actions and the cold licking against my skin.
“What the he—”
“You wore the dress I bought you,” he interrupts, his mismatched eyes roving over the entirety of my body.
I swallow and give him a look. “I wore it out of convenience. I hate dress shopping.”
He barely acknowledges me—we both know that’s not why I wore it—and focuses his attention on every inch of my body. Flames lap at his pupils as the heat in his gaze intensifies.
My coat dangles in his hand, and I glare at it, willing it to magically appear back on my body.
A cold sweat breaks out across my forehead. I feel exposed, and the way he’s looking at me is searing me from the inside out.
I’m just… really fucking uncomfortable right now.
I hold my hand out expectantly. “Are you done holding my coat hostage? I’m freezing.”
His eyes finally draw back to my own. A shiver snakes down my spine, slithering against my shot nerve endings.
God, the way he’s looking at me should be fucking illegal.
Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates.
“The hell are you doing, Zade?”
The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast.
“Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat.
Swallowing, I slide my hand from his. “What if I don’t want one? I would say no.”
Slowly, he drags his eyes up to mine, and the intensity of his stare has me questioning why I just can’t be agreeable for once. It would save time and spare me from his smooth lines that never cease to fail. At least not completely.
Maybe I’m just addicted to the fear and excitement he awakens in me when he looks at me… just like that.
Like the beast readying to consume its prey, painfully slow. And I hope he does go slow. Drags out the torture of being caught between Zade’s teeth.
His hand drifts slowly up past my chest, gently grazing his fingers across the column of my neck. And then, in an instant, his hand is snapping around my throat, gripping tight.
I gasp, my eyes widening as his lip curls into a sinister smile.
“I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead. Then you wouldn’t have the option to say no. You would just be my good little girl that does whatever your master says. Would you like that better, baby?”
“No,” I snarl, but it tastes like a lie. “You don’t own me. You never will.”
His eyes narrow, and my heart drops.
“Take off my belt, Adeline.” I gape at him, and when I don’t make a move, his hand tightens. “Make me ask again and see what happens.”
Clenching my jaw, I reach out and undo the black belt around his waist. I rip it off, not caring if it breaks. The movement jerks him, and he only grins in return.
He’s evil.
I dangle the belt between us like I’m holding a dead snake. With the grin still on his smug face, he grabs it from me and lets my throat go.
Just as I suck in a deep breath, he’s wrapping the belt around my neck, looping it through the buckle, and pulling tight. My eyes bulge like a fish, the metal biting into my skin as the belt constricts.
The snake wasn’t dead—it’s become a python wrapped around my throat.
My hands instinctively claw at the belt, but Zade swats my hands away. “You can breathe, little mouse. Don’t panic.”
It takes several seconds of hyperventilating to realize he’s right. I can breathe. Just not very well.
When I calm, tears spring to my eyes as I glare heatedly at Zade. His grin only widens.
“I think this will do for now,” he murmurs, observing my trembling body. Icy wind gusts, and I shiver in response, goosebumps smattered across my exposed flesh.
“Now get on your knees.”
Again, my eyes widen, though this time in outrage. “You’ve got to be fuck—”
He tightens the belt again, and I cough from the strain. Glaring at him some more, I snap my mouth shut, lift up my dress and crouch down, making sure the fabric is gathered on my lap and away from the muddy ground.
I’m not ruining this dress so he can get his power trip in.
Keeping hold of the tail of the belt in one hand, Zade gestures to his pants. Growling, I unbutton and unzip him, nearly choking on my tongue when his cock springs free.
God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. It’s far larger than what’s considered human. Getting fucked by that is just inhumane.
Seething, I don’t even wait for him to spout more orders out of his stupid fucking mouth. I grip his cock and swallow it in one go.
Or try to.
I don’t even get halfway down before he’s clutching my hair, strands breaking free from my scalp as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, Addie. I didn’t sa—”
Fuck him.
Fighting against his hold, I swallow him again, lathering my tongue against the silkiness of his cock and running the tip along his veins and up to the underside of his head.
Now he’s the one choking.
I glare up at him, tears still lining the edges of my lids as I take him deeper. He’s staring down at me with awe and an intensity that makes him look just a little insane.
Snarling from the pleasure, he tightens the belt until my vision blackens. But if he thinks that’s going to stop me, he’s delusional.
Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder. Fighting against his power even as he bleeds the life from my eyes.
I use my hand to wrap around the length that my mouth can’t reach, even as I feel him breaking past the barrier of my constricted throat. I’m swallowing him as deep as he can possibly go, and my hand still doesn’t fully cover his length.
Twisting my hand as I slide my red-stained lips along his cock, I think of all the ways I want to kill him. And as my vision blurs, darkness licking at the edges, I wonder who will die first.
One from lack of oxygen, or the other from lack of blood when I bite down.
He groans deeper, his eyes sparking before igniting into a blaze. “Looks like that mouth knows how to do more than make useless threats.”
Seething, I graze my teeth along his dick, making sure he reads the intention in my eyes. He bares his teeth.
“I fucking dare you, little mouse. You think I won’t be able to snap your jaw before your teeth break skin? Try me.”
I’m tempted. But I believe him. The second my teeth dig too deep, my jaw will end up on the ground and my neck will probably snap if he pulls the belt hard enough.
I make sure he sees the rebellion in my eyes. I don’t withdraw my teeth, but I don’t try to hurt him either. Instead, I do the complete opposite of what he’s expecting.
I roll my eyes to the back of my head like I just took a bite of the most delectable dessert I’ve ever had and moan around his cock, vibrations traveling through his length.
He curses, the belt loosening a fraction. I work him harder until he’s growling deep, the sound feral and surely sending the animals in these woods scattering.
A predator is on the loose, but I’m the one bringing him to his knees.
“You’re putting on an act, Addie,” he pants, calling me out. “But don’t pretend like your pussy isn’t salivating just as much as your mouth is.”
As much as I want to tell him how wrong he is… I can’t. The slickness between my thighs is proof enough. But he doesn’t get to have that, too. He doesn’t get to strip me of power and turn me into a puddle of desire and desperation. So I clench my thighs and ignore my body’s need.
Eyes locked on his near crazed eyes, the hand in my hair flexes until I can no longer move of my own volition. My only warning that his control has snapped. The belt tightens again, and my head is held immobilized as he drives his cock down my throat.
I gag, tears spilling over my lids, but it only seems to incite him further. He withdraws nearly to the tip before he’s driving his hips forward until my mouth is stuffed full.
“Are you going to swallow my cum like a good little girl?” he bites out. I can’t move, or actually answer him. The only thing I can do is brace myself as he buries himself deep and spills down my throat.
“Fuck, Addie,” he roars, growling as he floods my mouth faster than I can swallow. His seed slips from my lips and drips down my chin.
I can’t breathe. Can hardly think anymore. My lungs are deprived of oxygen, and just when I think I’m going to blackout, he jerks himself out with another grunt, releasing the belt as he does.
I suck in a deep breath, coughing and hacking as I try to regain everything I lost. Air. Morals. Even some of my hair.
But I didn’t lose my damn dignity. Not when I took control of that situation. That was on my terms, not his.
Sniffing, I wipe my mouth and thank God that I wore the lipstick that will take a bucket of oil to even smudge. I stand and wipe the underside of my eyes, clearing them of mascara and eyeliner while he tucks himself back in and slides his belt back around his waist.
And then I straighten out my dress, slip the rose from my hair and walk past him, snatching my coat from his hand and shoulder checking him on the way.
His dark chuckle follows me, but somehow, his long legs manage to eat up the space faster. He beats me to the car, opening the door with an amused grin on his face.
“Your chariot awaits, baby,” he says, his tone low and sinful.
Oh, what a fine gentleman you’re pretending to be.
I sneer at him as I slide in, refusing to be embarrassed. The door slams shut, and the smell of Zade envelops me. Leather, spice, and a hint of smoke.
The entire interior of the car is black, buttery soft leather. But what renders me speechless are the gadgets decorating his car. There are so many switches, screens—a laptop?—and so on that I don’t even know what the hell I’m looking at.
When he slides into his seat and lurches the car forward, I shrink against the door. We descend into a stilted silence. It’s not awkward necessarily, but it’s tense. Charged. The sexual tension in the car has fingers trailing along my flesh and raising the goosebumps on my skin like zombies from their graves.
What happened outside felt like a prelude to something I’m not sure I’ll survive. I’m breathing in the static air, and it feels like with every inhale, I’m pulling apart articles of clothing fresh from the dryer.
“How far away is it?” I ask, my voice hoarse and rough. My throat is going to be sore for days.
He glances at me, his hand tightening around the wheel. I never knew the act of driving a vehicle could look so pornographic until now.
“Twenty minutes if traffic behaves.”
“I think now would be a great time to explain what this whole thing is about. What do you even do for a living?” I question, the conversation with Daya still fresh in my mind.
“I hack into government and military databases and expose crimes against humanity. I also take things a bit more personal and infiltrate the lives of officials who have proven themselves corrupt or evil.”
My mouth opens, but no sound escapes.
Oh, fuck.
“You’re Z.”
The smile widens. “You finally figured it out. Daya tell you that?”
My eyes bulge. “You know her?” I ask incredulously.
He shrugs a shoulder. “She’s one of hundreds who work in my organization,” he explains simply. “I don’t know her personally. And I’ve certainly never met or talked to her. But I know everybody that works for me.”
I shake my head, dumbfounded. “You’re her boss?”
“I guess you could say that. I started my organization from the ground up, and once it got big enough, I took plenty of people on. They have their objectives and the people they report to. But we all have the same goal.”
“Which is?” I press.
“Bring the girls home.”
My chest constricts, and I have the sudden urge to… I don’t know, do something. I don’t know how I’m feeling—completely bewildered, for starters.
I turn my head to look out the window, contemplating his words. He’s being upfront, but I get the feeling he’s still holding back.
“So, you’re helping to save children and women from sex trafficking,” I conclude. While it doesn’t seem like a lie, it just seems too… simple.
“Yes,” he confirms. “I do my own work on the side to bring in the funds to support the organization. Luckily, it’s something that allows me, my employees, and every survivor we rescue to live comfortably. But that isn’t the only thing we do. The government takes advantage of the public in more ways than stealing their kids. The enslavement of children and women is just my primary focus.”
“Okay,” I say slowly, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach. “What exactly is Mark involved in?”
He sighs, curling his fingers tighter around the steering wheel. “He performed a sadistic ritual on a child. A sacrifice of some sort. Someone recorded and leaked a video of it happening, and another one just leaked.”
I cringe, closing my eyes against the pain in my chest. How could anyone do something so vile?
“Does Daya know about what’s happening with Mark?”
“No. The rituals and Mark’s involvement have been kept under wraps. I’m not ready to expose that until I take them down. It’s something I’ve been handling mostly by myself.”
I nod, understanding the implication. Don’t tell Daya.
“So that’s why you’re under a different alias. Why not give me a different name?”
“Because you’re an average citizen and finding out who you really are would be so incredibly easy, it’s almost laughable. Me, on the other hand, not so much,” he answers, shooting another smirk my way.
Ugh. The arrogance.
His face turns serious. “This is why I didn’t want you involved. But I’m afraid Mark has already taken notice of you and I’d rather you be close to me. At least this way, I know you’re safe.”
I face him, eyeing him closely. He’s relaxed into his seat, his long legs spread, one hand draped over the wheel and the other resting on the armrest between us.
I force myself to focus and ignore the way my chest is clenching from just one look.
Just because the sun is pretty doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous to stare at, Addie.
‘I believe that you’ll protect me from Mark, but who’s going to protect me from you?’
His gaze sweeps the entirety of my body, and his eyes blaze with possessiveness. “Whoever tries is going to end up dead.”
My eyes thin. “How can you work to save women while actively stalking another?” I challenge, cocking a brow.
He has the nerve to look amused. I have no idea what could possibly be so funny about stalking someone.
“I’ve never stalked anyone before you,” he says simply. “Not outside of my job, at least. Definitely not for romantic purposes.”
I give him a face, my expression full of incredulity.
“Is that supposed to make me feel special?”
A slow, wicked smirk glides across his face, unbothered by my increasingly burning stare. “I wouldn’t mind if it did.”
I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.
I’m fucked in the head. And dealing with this man—I am beyond stressed. This just can’t be good for my skin.
Scoffing, I turn my head out the window and spend the rest of the car ride in tense silence. The atmosphere has only worsened, and I can’t tell if it’s because I now know he’s some vigilante, saving children and women from evil people, or if it’s because he confessed that he’s only ever turned into a psycho for me. Still, both prospects have shifted the way I look at him.
The latter shouldn’t by any means, considering he just lodged his dick down my throat while strangling me with a belt five minutes ago.
But it fucking does.
