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)
“It was for you, asshole.” I wiggle against the car.
“For me, huh?”
“Yeah.” I pant as if I’ve just finished a marathon. “I knew you’d be jealous.”
“Hmm, so it was to make me jealous?” He thrusts his entire massive cock in one go.
Jesus.
This man is a beast. It’s been some time, so it hurts, but it’s a good pain.
The pain I’ve been missing.
Kane doesn’t move for a few seconds, his cock throbbing inside me as I get accustomed to the size.
Both his arms slam on either side of my face as his molten gaze sinks into mine, a dark glint growing in his light eyes.
“What else did you want to accomplish tonight, Dahlia?”
“Prove you can’t let me go.” I scratch at his neck and grin. “I was right.”
He retreats and then thrusts back in. I scream, my back arching against the metal.
Oh fuck. I almost forgot how brutal he can get. And how much I love it.
A grin paints my lips. “You’re crazy.”
“Because of you.” He drives into me again, his rhythm picking up.
“I’m crazy too, you know.” I bite the lobe of his ear and whisper, “If I see another woman’s claws on you again, I’ll invite you to watch my next orgy.”
He grabs my hair and shoves me back so that he’s staring down at me. “You need to stop bringing up other men when you’re being railed by my cock.”
“Does that mean I can bring them up at another time—” I moan when he thrusts against that pleasure spot, my lips forming in an O.
“What was that?” His mouth pulls in an evil grin.
Why is this man so damn hot?
“I said I can bring them—oh fuck!” He rams into me in quick succession, so I have no choice but to cling to him, my words turning into intelligible moans.
He fucks me deep and hard, just the way I like it.
He fucks me like he hates me.
But he doesn’t. Not in the least.
He lets me hold on to him and hugs my back.
“You need to shut that fucking mouth, Dahlia. This cunt is mine. You are fucking mine.” He slaps my ass cheek. “Do you understand?”
Tears gush from my eyes, but they’re pleasure tears. The tears only this man can provoke.
My nails dig into his neck, and I bite on the lobe of his ear, then moan. “I’m not sure I do.”
“Watch it.” He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and pulls. “You’re provoking me.”
“Is it working?” I moan as he hits that spot again.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He pushes me into the car and lifts my legs up so that they’re resting on his shoulders.
The new angle gives him deeper access and Kane uses it to his advantage. He thrusts into me harder, faster, the car rocking beneath our weight.
“Want me to ruin you, Dahlia? Want me to fucking claim you so if anyone comes out and sees us, they know who the fuck you belong to?”
My ears ring and I’m barely listening as the wave grows near.
“That’s it.” He circles my clit. “Come for me.”
I do.
Deeply.
Fiercely.
Uncontrollably.
Kane claims my bruised lips, eating up my scream.
I roll my hips, riding the wave, kissing him back, getting so lost, I forget where we are.
As his movements turn more frantic, more urgent, I grab his face with both hands and pull away. A trail of saliva connects us as I whisper, “Come with me, please.”
“Mine,” he growls, his mouth devouring mine, and then I feel it.
The warmth.
The deep warmth that fills my insides.
He comes for a long time, his cum filling me up and gushing out, on the car, the dress—everywhere.
“Such a fucking mess,” he grunts against my lips.
“Your mess.” I kiss the tip of his nose, feeling so damn light and happy.
I thought happiness was snuggling up with Vi at the end of a long day and watching a true crime documentary or trash TV while eating popcorn.
Happiness used to be having a roof over our heads and sorting out the month’s bills.
Happiness was a scholarship, a small door of opportunity, or a stranger handing us their used clothes.
But right now, as Kane mutters a curse and carries me in his arms, I realize there’s a different type.
Happiness I didn’t know I needed.
Happiness that scares the living hell out of me, but I still want it anyway.
27
KANE
Imade a miscalculation.
To be blunt, I fucked up. Big time.
I sit on the edge of the bed, where Dahlia sleeps soundly, her face relaxed and peaceful, except for the mascara smears around her eyes.
Soft mumbles leave her parted mouth, and I can’t resist stroking her lips, her jaw, and her cheek. No matter how much I touch her, it barely scratches the surface of my deviant fixation.
I could swallow her the fuck up and it’d still be a far cry from enough.
Dahlia leans into my touch, stroking her cheek against my palm as a moan leaves her lips and lodges itself deep in my chest.