Chapter 180: Come Over
Rebecca’s POV
The visual in the mirror was overwhelming. I watched, dazed, as Kaden’s thick cock slid deep into my creaming pussy. He increased his pace, the rhythmic slapping of his stomach against my full, rounded ass filling the suite. My breath came in ragged gasps, my palms pressed flat against the cool glass to keep my shaky legs from giving out. I couldn’t stop staring at my own reflection—heavy breasts swaying with every thrust, nipples swollen and dark from his mouth.
Kaden’s growl deepened into a primal roar as he reached his limit. He gripped my waist and pulled out of my soaking heat with a wet, suctioning sound.
Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around and guided me down to my knees. "Open for me, baby," he said, his voice rough but not harsh.
I looked up at him, my eyes glazed, and obeyed. He gathered my hair gently in his fist and pushed his throbbing cock into my mouth. He fucked my throat with deep, relentless strokes, but he wasn’t as brutal as before. My hands clutched his muscular thighs, muffled sounds vibrating against him as pleasure and exhaustion blurred together.
With a guttural groan, he pulled back and came hard. Hot, thick ropes of his seed coated my tongue and spilled across my flushed cheeks, dripping down my chin.
For a moment he just stood there, chest heaving. Then something in him softened. He dropped to one knee in front of me, his large hands cupping my face with surprising tenderness. His thumbs gently wiped the cum from my cheeks and chin, almost reverently.
"Look at you..." he murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion. "So fucking beautiful. Even like this. Especially like this." He leaned in and kissed me softly—not the punishing kiss from earlier, but a slow, deep kiss that made my chest ache. When he pulled back, his green eyes were intense, almost vulnerable. "You have no idea what you do to me, Rebecca. No idea how much I need you."
My heart stuttered at his words, but I didn’t have time to process them. He helped me up, steadying me when my legs trembled, and pressed another soft kiss to my forehead.
He stepped back only to grab a wet cloth from the bathroom, returning to carefully clean my face and between my thighs with gentle strokes. The contrast from the rough way he’d taken me earlier left me dizzy.
But even as my heart reacted to his unexpected tenderness, a bitter thought refused to leave me.
He had bet me tonight.
No amount of gentle touches could erase the terror I had felt standing behind his chair, wondering if another man was about to claim me because of a stupid card game. Kaden had won, yes—but what if he hadn’t?
I quickly pushed the thought away before the tears could return.
He stared at me for a moment, then turned away, stepping over the red dress on the floor, and disappeared into the bathroom. The shower started a moment later.
I stayed standing for a long while, trembling, the taste of him still on my lips and his soft words echoing in my head. My body ached, but my heart felt even more confused. Why does he touch me like he hates me one minute and kiss me like that the next?
I hated how my pussy still throbbed for him. Hated how my skin remembered every caress. This isn’t the Kaden I used to know... or is it?
When he finally came out, a towel was slung low on his hips and damp hair fell over his forehead. His gaze lingered on me longer than usual, something unreadable in his eyes, before he climbed into the massive bed.
I didn’t wait for an order. I slipped into the bathroom, stood under the hot water, and tried to make sense of everything. When I emerged in a robe, he was already in bed, his back turned, his breathing steady.
I walked over to the velvet couch instead. My body was too sore and my mind was too full of thoughts to join him in that big bed. I curled up on the small cushions, and sleep finally pulled me under.
The sudden, hard jolt of hitting the floor woke me up with a gasp. In my sleep, I had rolled right off the narrow couch, and now I lay tangled on the cold ground.
A dark shadow moved across the room.
I quickly pulled my knees up to my chest, only to see Kaden sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with a heavy frown.
"You’re clumsy," he said, his voice deep and thick with sleep. There was no real anger in his tone. "You hit the floor so hard that you woke me up."
My face burned hot. I rubbed the back of my neck where his mark was still pulsing. "I’m sorry. I’ll just stay here on the floor."
"Don’t be stupid," he muttered, but it lacked his usual harsh edge. He patted the empty side of the mattress—the exact side he had left open and warm for me. "The couch is too small for you. Come here."
I hesitated, feeling incredibly sore and unsure of what he wanted. "Alpha Kaden... I’m really sore. I can’t do another round tonight."
His expression softened, the hard lines of his face melting away. He let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his damp hair. "I know. Just come to bed, Rebecca. I’m not going to touch you like that again tonight. I just... I want you close to me."
There was something so raw and honest in his voice that it made my stomach flutter. I slowly stood up on my shaky legs and walked over to the bed. When I climbed in beside him, he pulled the heavy covers over both of us. His strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, tugging my back tight against his warm chest. His breath was warm against the back of my neck as he settled in, holding me like I was something precious that he was afraid to lose.
For a moment, I allowed myself to relax against him.
But I couldn’t forget.
The same man holding me so carefully now was the man who had broken and hurt me countless times. I didn’t know which version of Kaden frightened me more—the monster who had treated me like I was nothing, or the man whose tenderness was slowly making me forget that I should hate him.