K A D E N

Black long-sleeved top that covers half of her palm, hair up in those hot messy bun she seems to adore- honey-coated eyes set in concentration staring down at the little notepad on the table with the bottom of the pen caught between her teeth unaware of the attention she has gotten even without doing anything.

Frustration creeps on her features which is followed by a short annoyed sigh, she gets to her feet and makes way for the fridge where she pulls out a cold drink and takes her seat; she's stressed, and I'm bothered.

Making my footsteps light so I don't startle her, I push my hands into my pockets approaching the kitchen, she's yet to notice my presence so I try another way, accidentally knocking my elbow into the door frame-the sound that comes through is loud enough to get her attention but not once does she look up from her note pad instead she begins to chew on the skin of her lips.

The pain that shoots up my arm is easy to ignore when slight annoyance creeps into me, I clear my throat but she doesn't look up—I squint my eyes to see if she has something in her ears but she doesn't, her face is creased in pure concentration and I wonder what has her attention so bad that makes my presence unnoticed.

I crave to see that blush on her pale skin, to see her eyes go wide in embarrassment.

But no, she has her eyes set on a notepad—and how I wanted to be that fucking notepad so bad, when she begins to read a line with a finger on the page I feel even more jealous because I wanted her hand on me, her attention, her smile for me, her eyes on me.

I want everything of her for me, last down to the air she fucking breaths.

Fuck, just seeing her sitting there without her face set in pure concentration has me remembering the man who dared to hurt her, my Red.

The memory of her broken face is burned in my head giving me nightmares, blaming me for pushing her straight into his arms—there's no one to blame but me, I saw the look in her eyes when she dialed the asshole's number.

She wanted to get a reaction from me, no she wanted to prove something to me—something she wouldn't have had to if I had just picked my words carefully.

The reason for outburst is still stamped into my head. She had just walked through the door wearing a shirt that reeked of another man, fuck, never have I felt that way, it was like my eyes were on fire, my body was boiling up, and it took everything in me not to rip the top in shreds right in front of her and then bend her over my knees and punish her for wearing another's man clothes.

I never got jealous, and never have I ever wanted something to belong to me or only me—if someone wanted something I owned they were free to have it, but not Ellie, I don't want anyone to own her, I don't want anyone to have her.

I want her all to myself, her smiles, call me selfish but I don't want anyone that isn't me to touch her, to feel her to even have the honor of hearing his name on her tongue.

Fuck and seeing her in his shirt, it was like he had placed a claim of sorts on her that pumped venom in my veins.

I had allowed my emotions to rule me by getting angry and it came back to bite me in the ass when no one heard anything from her the whole night, she didn't tell Kate she was spending the night with someone else.

Her cheek still has a faint bruise one that will soon disappear no doubt, a bruise she got from him, and I had made sure to carve out the skin on his cheek—I had made sure to make him eat his chopped-off fingers whilst a boiling ring was placed on his shoulders.

I wanted Ellie to witness his pain but I couldn't do that to her, I couldn't stand still and make her watch someone go through the pain it would traumatize her.

Tired of waiting for her to notice my presence I walk to her and stand behind her carefully I lean back with my hands still in my pockets and stare down at her neatly scribbled words.

"So that's why I've become nonexistent, Red." She jumps with a gasp almost falling off the stool but I catch her in time and gently hold her in place, her big innocent honey-coated eyes stare at me.

They sparkle with light and innocence I hold back a groan from the strain in my pants at her fallen lips. "Kaden." I suck in deep breath.

My name on her lips is like an angel calling out for a devil to show her all the destruction he has to offer.

Oh, all the things I want to do to her, her innocence itself is a turn-on, many times when she wouldn't notice my eyes on her—how she would move around thinking I'm not watching her.

But I am, I am always staring at her, she has consumed my very thoughts, my very existence.

"I'm sorry, did you call?" We still haven't broken eye contact, for a second my eyes flicker to her lips and that's when I know it's enough.

I stand up clear my throat and make my way to the fridge, "How are you feeling now?"

"Why? You worried?" I don't need to turn around to see the smug smile on her face.

I scoff as my eyes run around their empty fridge, how the fuck is their fridge always empty but their wine cabinet is always restocked.

"As if."

"Whatever you say, Kaden." Red whispers, i stiffen a bit at my name—it's like an angel's song.

I turn around and she has her attention back on that damn notepad only this time a red substance is on her fingers and she's licking them off carefully.

Slamming the fridge shut to get her attention hoping she stops that action because it was messing with my head.

She doesn't, instead, all she doesn't is look up at me with one finger in her mouth—her pink lips wrapped around her index finger.

"Did you find what you needed?" She pulls out her finger that it's wet and glistening with her saliva.

My eyes narrow at her sweet innocent tone, she can't tell me she doesn't even notice the rock-hard on straining against my pants, which are begging to be set free and to be put into a warm wet hole—preferably her warm wet hole.

She's definitely evil, an evil with big innocent eyes.

Staring at her for a second to find any sign that she's pretending but finding none I shake my head lightly and my dark curled fall over my face, I chew the inside of my cheeks.

"I don't think the fridge can provide what I need, Red." Her mouth falls open with a small nod, then she proceeds to lick those damn red things off her fingers.

Where she got them from is not my business what's my business is the way her lips perfectly cover her finger.

I close the gap between us but decide against leaving any comment that could bring a blush to her cheeks, luck seems to not be on my side as I notice a little red stain on her chest area really close to her collarbone.

Without much delay I lean down and swipe my tongue over it, it's hard to miss the skip of her heart-her sharp intake of breath.

It makes me smile, even though I have licked the red substance which I can point out if ketchup—I suckle on the skin moving down a bit close to a boob, and her familiar lavender scent lightly teases my nostrils.

"Kaden, Kate's home!" She whispers lightly pushing me away, she isn't strong enough or she doesn't want me gone entirely either way I get away at the mention of my sister's name.

I roll my eyes walking away to the living room where my laptop and phone are, a little sigh leaves my mouth as I sit on the couch my head falls back on the couch and I close my eyes inhaling sharply as I search for my phone on the couch.

Without snapping my eyes open I click on the right contact and connect it to my ear.

"Just the man I wanted to call." His heavy Mexican accent rings in my ears, and I snicker at his words.

"Every time, Alvaro." I hear him chuckle, "Why did you want to call?"

"You called first, but I'm way too busy to be bothered by that." I open my eyes this time and then roll them. "There's a rat in my familia."

"Get a rat poison." I answer back, the image of him rolling his eyes in anger has me smiling widely.

"I would if I knew who the rat is."

"How did you know there's a rat then?" I inquire sitting my laptop on my lap I flip it open.

A sigh comes from the Mexican mafia family, "I lost three shipments to a rival, and the only—" his words disappear in my head when Ellie leaves the kitchen with her arms crossed, hair falling over her face—hair I would so love to have wrapped around my fists.

Her hips sway delicately in the shorts, fuck, Red is really beautiful. "Kaden focus!" I blink and tune in back his voice. "What the fuck has you so distracted."

"I'm not fucking distracted, I just don't give a fuck about your problems. Alvaro, I've left that life behind." I answer plainly still clearing my throat.

What's that? I've had her consuming my thoughts when I have nothing to do but lose focus while I'm on the phone. Fuck.

"Just this once, I need to help me out." The desperation in his tone isn't what convinced me, it's the need for something to distract her thoughts from her head that has me considering his offer.

"I'll do it."

"Great! I owe you one."

"You owe me three, Alvaro." I say in an annoyed voice as she comes down the stairs the back of her slippers makes noise as it hits the staircase once again distracting me from the world around me.

Not even when she disappears into the kitchen does she leave my head, she has taken every corner of my thoughts, every last bit of my reasoning.

I'm drawn to her like a moth to a flame; she's my flame, a fire I would never want to put out.