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)
“Your body is made to be used and owned by me.”
“You’re taking all of me. So deep. So good.”
“You’re a fast learner. Roll those hips for me so I can fuck your tight cunt.”
My head hums with a low, constant buzz, and my body resurrects.
From the ashes.
From the dead.
Kane is the only one who’s ever managed to provoke this bizarre side of me.
Maybe it’s due to his unorthodox methods.
Maybe because he fucks me hard and fast, confiscating all of my control whether I like it or not.
Maybe because I can’t think straight.
Or maybe, just maybe, I’m sick in the head and only enjoy this rough play.
I love how with every touch, pleasure mixes with pain until the two are indistinguishable.
Every thrust goes deeper, harder, electrifying every fiber of my body. My moans and whimpers and veiled curses echo in the air, piercing the silence, fusing with the obscene sound of his in-and-out.
But he doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t slow down.
His breaths grow ragged and rough. “You’re made for me. Only me.”
I can’t stay upright and grab onto him. My nails dig into the collar of his shirt—or jacket—but it’s not enough. I loll forward with his powerful thrusts and nearly fall, but he wraps a strong hand around my hip and circles his fingers along my stimulated clit.
“Come for me. Show me how much you want this.”
It’s impossible to last.
I can’t.
The moment he touches me, I’m a goner.
My body jerks and I tremble all over as I fall apart on his cock. I hold on to him for balance as wave upon wave washes over me, consuming my every nerve.
I press my eyes closed, feeling every inch of him as he fucks me, never slowing down or becoming gentle.
A part of me likes this. The part that never really liked gentle.
Kane releases my hair and squeezes a hand around my throat. “You’re ruining everything. Everything.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but his rhythm intensifies, becoming harder, his thrusts longer and deeper, hitting a sensitive spot inside me.
“Everything,” he growls, his words sharp and raw.
There’s no trace of the controlled Kane.
The one who hid in a fortress with no key.
He’s entirely himself. Undiluted.
“You shouldn’t have come into my life.” Thrust. “Into my world.” Thrust. “Into my fucking system.” Thrust. “I’m going to break you to fucking pieces for daring to come close.”
I can feel the remnants of the orgasm transforming into something more powerful.
I can barely breathe due to his fingers smothering the sides of my throat.
The pleasure intensifies the more he squeezes, mounting, heightening, until I think I’ll pass out.
Still, I lift a shaking hand to his mask and push it up. My movements are stumbly at best, considering my lack of strength.
As soon as I reveal his mouth, I close the small distance and seal my trembling lips to his.
I suspect Kane doesn’t kiss. He’s never tried to before and he also doesn’t like me to touch him.
But I need this.
In the midst of violence and degradation, I need some form of connection. I also need to own a part of him no one has dared to possess before. I need to turn his world upside down just like he did to mine.
He goes still for a moment, his massive body freezing as if he’s been shot. His lips are cold and unmoving.
But it’s only a moment.
Just one suspended moment in time.
A growl rips from deep inside him as he kisses me with a ruthless vigor that steals my thoughts.
It’s not a kiss—it’s a possession. His lips move against mine with a rough intensity, leaving no room for breath or softness.
Just Kane.
His fingers tighten around my throat, angling my face up so he can devour me.
The kiss is a clash, a war of heat and anger as he grazes his teeth over my bottom lip and plunges his tongue in and consumes mine. The taste of him is fire, scorching every thought from my mind. His breath is harsh against my mouth, his lips relentless, like he’s trying to swallow me up, break me.
There’s no finesse in the way he kisses. It’s neither controlled nor refined. It’s not even disciplined like the way he fucks. It’s as if he’s never kissed before and I get to witness every second of every bit of his brutal, heated, explosive power.
I crave it.
I love it.
I fall apart at the thought that he only shows me this side of him.
Without the restraints. Without the repression.
Just Kane.
His kiss is furious. It’s dangerous.
It’s everything.
Then he fucks me as he kisses me with a blinding passion. His hips jerk with the same rhythm as his tongue.
This time, I don’t get a warning as I shatter on his cock.
I come so hard, I think I’ll faint.
But I don’t.
Still holding on to that unrestrained part of him, needing more and everything.
I’m so sensitive, so sore, moaning in his mouth as he continues to kiss me. Thrusting into me like he’s punishing and owning me at the same time.