Mr. Kadan in the Deep Forest - Chapter 28
Through the frosty glass, Kadan was standing with his broad back towards Daisy. Each movement, his back muscles flexed. The woman pinned beneath him—so much smaller—choked on cries that bordered on screams with every movement.
‘Who the hell is that woman—wait, that tattoo!’
Daisy’s eyes widened as she pressed closer to the window. Those ominous ancient markings etched into pale skin – this was undoubtedly the sacrificial slave from the forest ritual.
‘It’s definitely her. I saw them clearly when preparing her body.’
Why was a girl who should be dead inside Kadan’s cabin? Though shocked by this realization, Daisy couldn’t take her eyes from their coupling.
Jealousy burned through her at seeing Kadan choosing that sacrifice, but the primal way he moved was too mesmerizing to look away. Seeing his powerful thrust, her own body grew wet, as if she could feel him splitting her open instead.
‘Kadan…f**k me instead. Take me, not her.’
Having bedded over twenty men, she’d never encountered anything like his massive, rigid length. What would it feel like to completely receive him? Stretching her completely while scorching her insides? Just imagining it made her taut n*****s throb.
‘They’re too absorbed to notice me knocking. That means they don’t know I’m watching.’
Yes, this would be her secret. Daisy frantically hitched up her skirt, spreading her legs to rub furious circles over her c**t.
When her hot fluid splattered across the snow, she felt no shame. The immoral thrill of secretly watching someone only heightened her pleasure.
Daisy’s body grew hot. But it’s not enough. Fingers alone couldn’t satisfy the electric heat coiling in her belly. Imagining Kadan’s thick digits ravaging her instead, she plunged three fingers inside with a gasp.
“Ha.”
A moan escaped. Embarrassed, Daisy pulled out her finger and muffled it with her free hand.
Inside, Kadan froze mid-thrust. His lust-glazed expression cooled over instantly.
Snatching the strawberry jam jar from the table, he hurled it through the window. Crash! Glass shattered as the jar tumbled across snowdrifts.
‘I, I almost got hit!’
Daisy collapsed to the ground, staring at the broken window. Her arousal was instantly doused by terror.
“Don’t come back.”
Kadan growled toward the broken window. Even so, he was still inside Luna. When Luna beneath him tensed around his length, probably nervous about someone else being there, he rubbed soothing circles on her back while keeping wary eyes on Daisy outside.
‘Did… did he know I was watching? So he ignored me this whole time even though he knew I was there?’
Shocked, Daisy gathered her strength and barely managed to stand on trembling legs. As she bent to pick up the strawberry jam jar lying in the snow, her knees kept shaking. The cracked, chipped jar felt just like her current state.
“Didn’t you hear me? Get lost.”
A warning even colder than before landed at Daisy’s back. How could he say that to her? Hurt flashed across Daisy’s face as she glanced back at the cabin, only to meet Kadan’s piercing glare. Eek! Startled, she hurried back to the village as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her.
‘How cruel. To chase me away so heartlessly. It’s all because of that woman!’
Even though she was the one who had gotten her hopes up—and the one left disappointed. Daisy’s face twisted with spite as she walked away, looking as if she’d taken a punch from Luna herself.
Luna had taken Kadan’s release three times—once over the table, twice on the bed. After washing her exhausted body in the tub, Kadan’s urges flared again, and Luna helped him finish with her mouth. She was too sore for anything more.
‘At this rate, I’ll really end up pregnant.’
The thought hadn’t crossed her mind when he was inside her, but now, as she swallowed the bitter fluid, it struck her hard. Each time the swollen head of his length nudged the roof of her mouth, her thighs clenched reflexively.
When he reached deep into her throat, she rubbed her legs together and tipped over the edge. Maybe she even imagined his seed that she had swallowed, pooled in her womb. His seed was as strong and unyielding as he was—it felt like it would impregnate her body no matter what.
Leaning tiredly against the tub, Luna stared at the thin silver ring on her finger.
‘What did Kadan mean by giving me this?’
The gift made her happy, but fear clung to it like a shadow. Everyone who had ever stayed by her side had died. Her nanny, the slave trader, even the family she rarely saw—all of them.
‘What if Kadan dies because of me?’
The chilling thought flashed through her mind. Luna spun the ring absently, then shivered as a large, soapy hand began gently washing her small frame.
