Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Don’t insult me.” I don’t know how my words come out coherent when I’m drowning in his scent. When his mere touch is sending me into flight mode.
But I’m standing.
Here.
Facing him.
As foolish as that sounds.
I’ve just never been good with people belittling me. It’s often gotten me into more shit than I can afford, but I refuse to be trifled with.
Kane peers down at me, a mocking glint appearing in his eyes. “Or what? You’ll offer your services to someone else?”
I raise my hand and slap him.
My palm stings and I immediately know I fucked up.
So when he lifts his hand, I close my eyes, waiting for the slap. I almost forgot he said that if I hurt him, he’ll hurt me as well. Without holding back.
I brace myself for the hit, but what comes is the soft drop of his fingers on my chin. I slowly blink my eyes open and my lips part.
Kane’s clutching my jaw like he did in the forest. His thumb and index finger are stretching across the skin, squeezing just enough to keep me immobile.
He’s studying my face with utter fascination, as if he’s never seen me before.
As if I’m a foreign being he’s attempting to figure out.
“Why did you slap me?” he asks, his fingers stroking my cheek in what seems like a doting gesture, but is actually locking my muscles.
“Because you disrespected me,” I whisper, holding on to my silly pride.
“Do you slap everyone who insults you?”
“If I can reach them, yes.”
“You didn’t slap Gavin and Isabella when they called you a bitch.”
“I didn’t get the chance since you kicked them out.”
“Would you slap them if I called them in again?”
I purse my lips.
“You wouldn’t,” he announces as if it’s a given. “Do you know why?”
“Because Gavin is stronger than me and can kill me?”
“I can kill you, too, but that didn’t stop you. Want to know what I think is the true reason behind your actions?”
“No.”
“I’ll tell you anyway. Their words didn’t get under your skin. Mine do.” He swipes his thumb over my bottom lip, back and forth, back and forth like a curse. “Interesting.”
“That’s not true.” His thumb grazes my lips and teeth, and he watches the motion.
I’m more taken aback by how my words sound like a lie to my own ears.
Kane’s eyes remain on my mouth, watching with intense attention, as if he’s in the midst of solving a math problem.
My lips tremble despite my attempts to remain calm.
“Don’t.” His voice deepens, forcing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re shaking.”
“Shaking?”
“I told you, didn’t I? Your fear turns me on.”
He thrusts his leg between mine, forcing me to part my previously locked thighs. My eyes widen at the feel of his very thick, very hard cock, hot and heavy against my naked flesh.
Memories of being fucked by this very same cock makes me shudder. It doesn’t matter how long ago it happened. My body resurrects at the thought.
The other night, after he warned me off in that forest, I had a dream about him fucking me against a tree and woke up with my hand buried in my wet folds. I took a cold shower right after and promised to find another path and not get close to Kane again.
He’s dangerous.
And not because of what he’s capable of, but because of my reaction to him.
Because instead of being scared of him and the satanic organization he belongs to, all I keep thinking about is the blinding pleasure I felt in his ruthless arms.
Yes, fear still exists, but it’s definitely not the only emotion I have toward this man.
I clench my stomach and my thighs, trying to harden my resolve and not be affected.
A deep, rough noise leaves his throat.
“Stop moving. Unless you’re going to open your mouth and let me fuck your throat until I decorate these red lips with my cum.”
My pussy pulses and the body-tingling sensation I had after that dream rushes back to the surface.
“You’re sick,” I whisper, though the words could also be directed at myself.
“I’m well aware. Which is why I warned you. Over and over again.” He maneuvers his leg so that I’m sitting on his thigh. My dress bunches up to my waist, revealing my black panties.
Then he moves until his dick presses against my underwear, provoking deep pressure. I resist a moan. God, that feels so good.
“And again.” He rolls his hips and thrusts again.
Even though clothes separate us, my pussy clenches, demanding to be filled. I’ve never been sexually frustrated, but I think that’s exactly what’s happening right now.
“But you don’t do well with warnings, do you? You’re a little rebellious wildflower that thinks it can survive anywhere. But guess what?”
He drives his hips forward, harder, rubbing his clothed cock against my starved pussy as he holds my face with both hands, forcing my eyes to remain on his.