The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (236 page)

Chapter Nine

Kade

I DIDN’T SEE much of Grace over the next couple of days. She had recovered from her illness and I had thought it wise to stay out of her way. She either wound me up with her feisty back chat or I just wanted to slam her over the kitchen table, tilt her arse towards me and fuck the living daylights out of her . . . hard!

And the last thing I needed was her questions about Mason and Ava. Her eyes already saw so much and I didn’t want her probing interrogations and glances.

But after two days, holed up in my room I was going crazy. Fair enough it was a lovely room; in fact I would go as far as describing it as an epic room. It had all the mod cons, including a huge walk in shower in the en-suite and the bed, shit the bed was bigger than bloody Canada but there was only so much conversation you could hold with yourself and I wondered if Grace would be up for a trip out somewhere.

The house was quiet as I wandered slowly down the stairs. It was early afternoon and I knew at least Grace would be about although I wasn’t sure about Mona. There was an odd character. She really didn’t like me, it was like she could read my thoughts and if I’m honest, the erotic visions of Grace that were in my head, I wouldn’t like me either.

The walls of the two staircases that led to the entrance hall were adorned with family photos, lots of them, mainly in chronological order and of various sizes. I stopped dead as I passed one in particular; back shuffling a little until I was in line with it. I studied it and tried to figure out what it was that had caught my attention. A young Grace, I’d estimate around four or five, was stood smiling happily as a couple I presumed to be her parents were stood behind with their arms around them, but what grabbed my attention was the other guy, I’d say roughly late teens or early twenties. Grace was smiling up at him with eyes full of adoration as he smiled lovingly back down at her, his almost silver eyes happy and bright.

She had mentioned her younger brother Marcus a couple of times over the last few days, but not this guy and I made a mental note to remember to ask her about him as I carried on making my way to the kitchen.

It was empty in here too and I sighed, getting almost desperate for some adult conversation. I helped myself to an apple out of the fruit bowl then my gaze landed on the door at the back of the kitchen where Grace seemed to disappear through frequently. Maybe she was in there.

I wasn’t sure if I was allowed in but I didn’t give her the chance to refuse me access by knocking so I just walked in.

Holy hell.

Grace was sat at a desk as a cluster of screens filled one wall. Her fingers were rapidly tapping away at a keyboard and I frowned when I realised she hadn’t heard me enter.

Each screen on the wall showed various rooms in the house and what looked like the grounds from every angle possible, but what caught my attention was the bank statement that popped up on the screen in front of her on the desk, her complete concentration focused on the numbers reeling upwards as she scanned it with narrow eyes. It was badly overdrawn by thousands and I frowned at the thought that Grace was financially in trouble, until my eyes rose and I caught the name, William Beaumont, on the statement.

“Is that your older brother?”

She squealed loudly as the wheels on her chair shot her backwards and over my toes. “Bloody Hell, Beaumont.” I griped but she scowled at me.

“It serves you right for creeping up on me” she scolded as she continued to glare and reached out to quickly shut off the monitor.

“I wasn’t creeping up on you, you just didn’t hear me.”

She lifted her brows as though disagreeing but I shook my head and ignored her. I tipped my chin back to the screen that had displayed the information she had obviously illegally hacked into, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“That’s because I don’t want to answer your question. It’s my business.”

I smirked at her, “I’m pretty sure information relating to someone else’s bank account isn’t actually your business, Beaumont.”

“Why won’t you call me Grace?” she grumbled as she hit a couple of switches and the images on the mounted screens changed to different zones.

“Why don’t you call me Kade?”

“Why are you always argumentative?”

“Why do you always answer a question with a question?” I shot back, thoroughly enjoying the annoyance that started to appear in her eyes.

“Why do you always endeavour to infuriate me?”

My dick was getting pretty hard, pretty quickly. She was fucking stunning when the fire of irritation blazed in her eyes and I was tempted to continue winding her up just to see how far I could actually push her. To watch her hit her limit and then start to bend and submit when she realised just how commanding I could be would be a damn exceptional sight. It was bating my boredom anyway.

“Because you continue to exasperate me.”

“What?” she asked with genuine confusion and I shook my head in bewilderment at her ignorance with how infuriating she actually was.

“You,” I said as she stood and put her hands on her hips.

“Go on” she pressed with a stern look and I rolled my tongue around my teeth as I tried to fight off my own irritation with her defensive stance.

“Oh come on Beaumont, you know you’re the most hostile and unwelcoming person on the planet.”

Her brows hit her hairline and she actually looked stunned at my statement. “I’m hostile? Then what the hell does that make you, antagonistic?”

I laughed and took a step closer to her, smiling when she backed up a little, her arse hitting the desk with a harsh bump that caused her eyes to blink with the slight pain. “Maybe, although I’m not too proud to admit it. You though,” I reached her, trapping her body against the desk so she couldn’t escape and defer the conversation again. “You think you are too special for anyone.”

She stared at me with indignation and I noticed the rapid rises of her chest with my entrapment. Was she as turned on by the situation between us as I was?

“I don’t think I’m anything special, Kade. I never have,” I watched as her teeth sank into her lower lip and she coughed slightly to demand my eyes back on hers. “I know I’m nothing special. Why do you say that?”

She looked pretty angry with me and I smirked as I leant forward, my ears catching the hitch in her breath as I brushed her breasts with my shoulder when I bent into her. “But see, sweetheart,” I moaned slightly when she shifted her leg and her thigh rubbed against my erection. “I happen to think that you’ll be
very
special when I fuck you.”

She shoved me hard and I stumbled back slightly, but then she pushed again, giving me no choice but to take a couple of steps backwards as she stalked me. “But I think you’re very much mistaken, Mr Hamilton. There is no way in this era or the next that you’ll ever get to fuck me.”

My dick was growing harder and harder as she continued to pursue me but she didn’t realise how much of her arousal I could see. Her nostrils were flaring, her pupils had widened and her nipples were straining under the thin material of her shirt as her breasts heaved with her tight pants.

My back hit the wall and a faint fury coursed through me with her attempt at control and empowerment. Her stunning grey eyes widened further when she suddenly found herself flipped around, her back now slamming against the wall as I trapped her beneath my frame with a hand either side of her head.

“Much better.” I taunted as she nibbled furiously on her bottom lip. My eyes dropped to watch the action, my cock pulsing feverishly as I strove to govern my own hankering.

“Let me go, Kade.”

I lifted my gaze to see her watching me with narrow eyes but Jesus, the fire they displayed made my balls tighten with the hunger to sink deep inside her. I couldn’t control myself and I slid my fingers into her hair, noting that she didn’t move away. She needed this as much as I did and I didn’t miss the spark that darkened her grey eyes, making them appear a deep slate shade for a few seconds as I fisted my hand around her soft blond strands and pulled her face closer to mine.

“You need this as much as I do, Beaumont. Don’t deny you hunger for the fuck just as much as me. What’s the problem? Frightened you might actually enjoy my cock deep inside you, sliding into your hot wet pussy and driving you wild with ecstasy?”

A small soft whimper hummed from her and drove me to the next level. She stared at me, both of us reading the other and trying to figure out if we should both walk away or give into it and fuck hard as we attempted to get this, whatever it was, out of our system.

Fuck this.

I didn’t give her the chance to walk away as I released my hold on her hair and fisted her cotton shirt with both hands. She remained still and quiet, her gaze locked on mine as she silently gave me permission to do this.

The soft groan that she expressed when I ripped open her shirt nearly matched my own groan as her beautiful breasts, hidden beneath a white cotton bra, tormented my arousal. “Tell me, Beaumont.” My jaw was so tightly clenched that the demand came out with a wheeze but she didn’t find any humour in it, if anything the blaze that lit her eyes gave away her surge in desire, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of my dominant order or the low rasp in my voice.

She understood what I was asking, knew that I would only do this with her consent but I knew before she answered that I was going to fuck her, right here, right up against this wall and right the fuck now.

“Tell me!” I repeated sternly as I yanked down one cup of her bra and fought to stop the flutter of my eyelids when her stunning pale breast offered her pebbled dark nipple to me seductively. I sank down, wrapping my lips around her hard flesh and I felt her head hit the wall as her hands rose and she took a fistful of my hair in each hand when I flicked my tongue over the tip, making a shiver run through her body.

She yanked hard on my hair, lifting my head upwards until I was in line with her face, her heated expression giving me all the confirmation I needed to know that she was as in as I was. “I said, tell me.”

Her tongue swept out to dampen her dry lips, her eyes never leaving mine as her hands dropped and her fingers tugged on my belt, releasing the pin swiftly so she could set to work on my zip, until she had my jeans around my hips and my hard cock in her hand.

I tried to hold her gaze but her fingers felt so damn good as they stroked and teased my length expertly and I inclined forward, closing in on her face so she wouldn’t see what power she currently had over me. Her heavy eyelids fluttered closed as I covered her mouth with my own and finally, at long last tasted the sweetness of her lips. She released a little moan before her tongue slipped between us and met mine, wrapping and flicking against me as she continued to release frantic little whimpers.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, cupping her and groaned when she opened them and I found the heat she was generating, her wet arousal slicking my fingers liberally.

“Fuck, sweetheart. No longer, no more. We do this now.”

She nodded and I realised she still hadn’t said a word but right now, that didn’t concern me as I pushed her back again, supporting her on the wall as I took one of her legs and curved it over my hip.

“Condom!” They were the first words she had actually said and I grit my teeth at the thought of having to wait minutes longer, “Do you have one?”

I nodded as I fumbled in my pocket for my wallet and within seconds I was saddled up and nudging into her. Her pussy grabbed at me eagerly, her tight walls demanding that I go deep and stretch her wide and we both murmured an identical sigh as I hit home and deep-seated all the way in.

“Jesus Christ.”

Her head flopped backwards but I took a handful of her hair and pulled her back up. “Look at me, Grace. Look at me when I fuck you.”

She pinned me with a stare as she shifted her hips, encouraging me to move until I slid out then pushed back in slowly. “Is that all you’ve got?” Her eyes matched the sarcasm in her voice and damn, if the little bitch didn’t get a rise from me.

I pulled out again then slammed right to the fucking tip of her until she yelped and panted harder, “Hard enough?”

“Come on Kade, I know you can do better than that.”

I pulled out, spun her around so she was facing the wall and drove back in so hard and deep that her feet lifted off the floor. “Better?” I growled through clenched teeth but she pushed back again.

“Nope!”

I took her hands off the wall where she had placed them and held her wrists in one of my hands above her head, “You wanna make this worthwhile then tell me what you want.”

I held still, just edging into her soft cunt slightly, teasing her and making her squirm but when she tried to find relief and push herself onto me I slammed my hips against her and trapped her between me and the wall. “I said fucking tell me Beaumont, tell me what you fucking want!”

“Don’t tell me you actually need instructions.”

The small laugh she released gave her exactly what she was after when my fury rose and I slid my hand around the front of her throat and pinned her against the wall. “You want it hard, Beaumont? Is that what you want?”

She scoffed and turned to look at me over her shoulder. “No,” Her eyes grabbed mine as her dark expression filled me with something immoral and slightly degrading. “I want it cruel.”

A decadent smirk lifted her lips as her eyes mocked me shamelessly. I returned it with one of my own as I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifted her and walked us backwards until my arse hit the desk and I pushed her forward and downwards so far, she palmed the floor and her spectacular ass wiggled high before me. I was surprised at the slight spread of flesh on her buttocks as she was quite slender, but as I brought my hand down hard and sharp, her backside pinking immediately, I smiled at the extra feast of plumpness as it pulsed and a throb tore through my cock with the sight.

She groaned and I felt her inner muscles tighten around me. “You like being punished, Beaumont?”

She inched forward then slammed back on my cock, dragging a deep groan out of me when she replicated the move and drove herself hard and deep onto me, skewering herself brutally and violently.