by Melissa Jane
“Not my usual type of club,” he admits, as if reading my thoughts, lips grazing my ear so he can be heard over the music. “But, I’m not one to shy away from a bit of dirty dancing.”
I’m hardly dressed for the occasion, but I can already feel the music coursing through my veins. Kane takes my hand and leads me through the crowd, some nodding to him the same way the bouncer did, others—especially the women—eye-fucking his body from head to toe.
We stop in front of the booth while a server in black booty shorts and a lace bra, unhooks the red rope and allows us through. She smiles wide while entering in after us and unscrews a bottle of tequila. She pours us each a shot and steps back down to accept an ice bucket with a bottle of wine and two glasses before placing it on the small table in front of us.
Kane hands me the tequila, and without making a toast, we clink glasses and down the alcohol, all while keeping our stares locked on each other. I wince at the afterburn, yet Kane simply grins like we swallowed flavored water.
Everything seems so effortless for this man. Those around him practically bow when he enters a room. Every woman wants to fuck him and every man wants to be him. Whatever control he has over this town, it’s got to be massive.
“To get the night started,” he says with a low growl, and I’m tempted to throw myself onto his lap when he talks like that. How dare he be so damn fine in every damn thing? Taking my hand, he leads me to the dance floor where he pulls me close, his knee between my legs so my groin rides his thigh in the most wanton way. But I don’t care. I lose my breath at the sensation, at being held so intimately by him, one hand on my waist, the other sitting on my arm. I become lost in a Kane-induced daze, my breasts rubbing against his chest, his cologne making me heady to the point where it feels like we’re the only two people in the room.
Succumbing to Kane Alexander is a danger I’m teetering too close to. Like when you’re standing on top of a cliff and you want a better view of what’s beneath, so you inch a little closer, one heartbeat at a time, until you realize the rock beneath your precariously placed feet could crumble at any second, threatening to give you an up close and personal view of the earth below when it smashes you in the face.
That’s how close I am to disaster with each passing second in Kane’s presence. Or, more to the point, each passing second of me riding his thigh.
His warm breath tingles my neck, our cheeks press together as we move to the music.
When the song ends, Kane leads me back to the booth, our server pouring us each a glass of wine. I feel myself blushing, and I’m thankful the nightclub lights can hide the fact that I’m a giddy girl. I’ve only ever been that close with one man. Shawn. So, to do that with any other, knowing his dirty, erotic thoughts, makes me feel like a self-conscious teenager discovering sex for the first time.
Time slips away, lost in our own world of salacious dancing and intimate touches. Kane is right. This is all a tease, the foreplay building pressure between my legs. We’re onto our second bottle of wine. Kane’s mouth is on my neck, kissing and nibbling as his fingers begin to travel farther up my thigh. It’s then, with my eyes fluttering open, I see someone fall into my line of vision. Not just anyone—the last person I expect to see in a place like this.
The crowd gets in the way and I shift, needing a better position. Kane senses the change and pulls away, eyeing me with curiosity as I scan between groups of people. Standing, I’m now higher than most, being up a few steps inside the booth. I wait for the strobe light to flash across his face and then I freeze, rooted to the spot as my blood runs cold. Not because of seeing him, but seeing who he’s with. And seeing Shawn with two beautiful blondes on each arm, allowing them to touch his body the same way I would, only confirms my theory that he hasn’t been faithful. If until this day he’s still pleading his innocence, then every word he ever said about it was only ever a lie. A lie he could keep telling me, so he could continue to spin more and more untruths until nothing in his life was like it once was. The job, the money, the late nights, ignoring his wife mentally and physically, it was all one sickening, sordid mess he didn’t care about creating.
But why couldn’t he have just been honest with me from the start?
I watch Shawn whisper into one of the blonde’s ears, his lips brushing her skin the same way Kane had mine. She laughs flirtingly, his hand roaming over her perfectly round, pert ass.
Despite it all, I feel my heart shattering into tiny pieces, my worst fear now confirmed. This whole year has been a total waste. While I’m angry at him, I’m angrier at myself. For being too stupid to think he was capable of such a thing.
Am I a hypocrite? Is this a case of pot meet kettle? No! I remind myself.
Shawn continued to stay married to me, sharing the same bed, for a whole year while denying any wrongdoing. At least I left before I allowed myself to even consider looking at another man.
I feel Kane behind me, his eyes following my gaze to where Shawn says something to each of the blondes. One bites her bottom lip, the other running a polished finger down his chest. They nod in response, and taking both their hands, he leads them out of the club.
Kane’s hand circles my waist and I feel his lips against my ear. “He was always only ever a sheep in wolf’s clothing.” I swallow the lump in my throat, a chill running up my spine. “He’s not yours anymore, Blythe. He hasn’t been for a very long time.”
HIS EYES RAVAGE me like a lion would his prey.
We stand on opposite sides of the lift, unable to touch the way we so desperately crave because of the mother, father and knee-high son getting in our way. Kane ordered the driver to take us back to my apartment, and now the anticipation is starting to work me, us, over. His nostrils flare slightly with every breath, his white-knuckled grip on the metal railing tells me he’s in one hell of a dangerous mood.
Stopping at the fourteenth floor, the family slowly exits before the door closes. Alone and with his cock already straining against his pants, Kane rushes me, trapping me between his rock-hard body and the unforgiving wall. His mouth crashes to mine in an explosive, passionate kiss, which I return with the same ferocity. Growing weak at the knees, it’s all I can do to hold onto him, gripping his shirt while groans escape his hungry lips.
Cupping my ass, he hoists me with ease so my legs wrap tightly around his waist. When the lift finally opens on my floor, he carries me the length of the hall and backs me against my door. He kisses hard, then teeth gently graze my bottom lip before devouring me once more.
“Where’s your key?” he asks, panting.
“In… my… clutch,” I manage to say between my tongue dancing with his.
Kane lowers me to the floor and spins me so my back meets his chest, my breasts against the door. Feeling his raging cock pressing into my ass, he snakes a hand around my thigh and glides it up between my legs, fingers deftly pulling my panties to the side. Twisting a hand through my high ponytail, Kane tilts my head, holding me in position as he continues to deepen his kiss. His fingers slide in and around me, relishing in my need for him, teasing and leaving me wanting more. He works my clit like a master conductor, and when I feel my knees buckling, Kane presses harder with his groin which keeps me in place.
“Unlock your door, Blythe,” he growls, taking a step back and pulling me against his chest so I can use my arms. Kane continues the pressure on my clit, and I search blindly through my clutch, panting harder the closer I get to coming. It’s a pressure that’s been mounting for a ridiculous amount of time, and now Kane’s bringing me to a point of no return in a matter of heartbeats. Finding the key card, I wave it over the lock until it flashes green at the same time as my orgasm comes crashing in brutal waves. I cry out, hands planted against the door, Kane biting at my neck. He holds me tight when I grow weak, my head lolling against his shoulder while I recover.
I’m flung around like a ragdoll, Kane lifting me by the waist until I’m over his shoulder. Carrying me caveman style, he pushes through th
e door, throws my clutch on the dining table and takes me straight to the bedroom. Dropping me on the center of the bed, he spreads my legs wide open, my dress now bunched around my waist.
“I need to taste this pussy of yours,” he says with his gravelly voice full of need. Kane tears at my panties, discarding the ripped material before lowering his face between my thighs. I stifle a yelp as his mouth consumes my tender pussy, my back arching against the pressure that’s building once more. His tongue moves inside me, tasting what he’s longed for, before sliding to my clit, teeth nibbling and mouth sucking. I feel again on the verge of climax. His hands cup my breasts, kneading and teasing my nipples, as I rake my fingers through his hair while I come to his tongue plunging in and out of my pussy.
My cry is broken and raw, tearing through me uncontrollably. “Kane,” I moan, falling limp. “I need you.”
Sitting on his knees, Kane wipes his mouth and licks his lips, a wicked gleam in his dark, wild eyes.
“The three magical words, baby. You’ll get me, I promise.” He unbuttons his shirt and pulls it over his shoulders revealing a body made by the gods, all carved and tanned to perfection. And finally, I get to see the extent of his ink map. Beautiful intricate tonal designs lace over most of his body. I could spend hours admiring the artwork, but that will have to wait.
He starts to undo his pants and I follow the movement, my hooded gaze traveling the perfect V down to his groin. Kane stands, dropping his pants and allowing his throbbing cock to bounce free.
Fuck. Me!
I knew it had to be huge, I could feel how big he was when he pressed into me while fully clothed. My nervous eyes meet his, but it’s too late. Kane hooks his arms around my legs and drags me closer to the edge of the bed keeping my knees bent. Leaning down, he claims my mouth once more, luring me into a false sense of comfort before plunging into me, deep and unforgiving. I cry out as pain and pleasure collide, my nails digging into his patterned back. Kane slides out some of the way before grinding his way back in, my skin prickling with the raw sensation.
“Oh…fuck!” I groan against his mouth, unsure if I should tell him to stop or keep going. My body makes the decision for me, hips responding to the grind, greedy and begging for more as he pushes deeper inside. It hurts, the sheer size of his cock forcing my pussy to accept all of him, yet, my conflicted body finds pleasure in the pain.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rumbles against my ear, now gently thrusting until I adjust. He throbs inside me, my pussy clenching in response. “Too fucking good.” Kane lowers my dress straps over my shoulders and frees my breasts, taking turns at sucking each one, biting on my already-hard nipples. “I want to savor every moment, take my time teasing the fuck out of you. But this time, I just want to fuck you hard until you can’t walk. Is that what you want, baby?”
I nod because it’s all I can manage.
That’s absolutely what I want.
His eyes darken the same way they did at the restaurant when I knew exactly what was on his mind, but nothing could have prepared me for what Kane Alexander’s offering. Spreading me farther apart and bending my knees until they’re in line with my face, Kane slams into me like a head-on collision, over and over again. It feels like he’s breaking me in half, tearing apart my core, yet he has me crying out, begging him not to stop. His thrusts are powerful and cruel, and I want to be left destroyed by him.
Kane lets go of my legs and sinks farther onto me until my breasts rub against his chest with every thrust. Pinning my wrists above my head, he doesn’t break momentum but stifles my cries with his demanding mouth. Everything about this man commands my attention, and I realize it’s what I’ve been so desperately craving—and missing—from Shawn. So, whatever Kane Alexander wants to give to help me forget, I will happily take like a greedy, wanton woman.
He bites my lip and I whimper, relishing his taste. I want more of his mouth while he fucks me, as he says, back to church. With a low growl, a sound that sends shivers of both delight and fear through me, Kane pulls out, flips me on my stomach, and pulls me upright onto my knees so my back meets his chest. With one arm wrapped around my stomach to keep me from falling, his free hand snakes around my throat, holding my head to the side so his lips can still meet mine. He pushes his cock in from behind and it feels like the first time, my pussy once again struggling to accommodate his size even when I’m wet from cum and need.
He lets me cry out as I feel him smiling wickedly against my cheek as he pumps me with an unrelenting ferocity. I’m a ragdoll in his arms, at his complete and utter mercy while he fucks me senseless. He lets me fall on the bed, and I fist the sheets, knuckles turning white as he puts all his weight behind punishing me so deliciously with his cock. In this position, he sinks himself in deep with every thrust, hitting the right spot until I’m clenching once more. He feels it, driving deeper until there’s no room to move, sending me over the edge until I’m coming a third time, screaming out his name with every slam. Seconds later he explodes inside me, a sexy-as-fuck groan mixing with my whimpers as he fills me with cum.
When he’s finished and we’re both panting, he pulls out and lowers himself next to my quivering body. I’m weak and feel broken, my pussy desperately needing time to recover from the shock because right now it’s screaming, ‘brutality.’
Kane pulls me against him so we’re spooning, brushing loose strands of hair from my face. Although Kane and I aren’t an item, it feels natural, and intimate. Something I’ve missed experiencing for so long.
“Has anyone ever told you your face is sexy as all fuck when you come?”
I giggle lightly, feeling myself slipping into the most wicked dreams involving an inked man and a tormenting giant cock. “No,” I murmur. “No one.”
“Unlucky bastards.”
“UM…” Amanda starts, lowering her black-rimmed glasses down her nose and eyeing me curiously, “have you been riding a horse or something?”
“Something,” I mutter, hiding my smile as I shuffle awkwardly to my office. This is a case of be careful what you wish for because I didn’t want Kane to show me any mercy. I wanted it hard and savage, and he delivered, leaving me aching in all the right places. Faint bruising mars my inner thighs where he had me bent and spread wide for him, along with grazes on my breasts from where he bit and sucked.
“Okay, you’re gonna have to spill the beans ‘cause I know…” Amanda paused, eyes growing wider as realization dawns. “Oh, my fucking God… did you and Kane Alexander… finally… you know?”
I smile but say nothing, and this seems to be the go-ahead for her to ask a billion questions.
“Holy shit, you did! And judging by the way you’re walking, my assumption’s right.”
I raise a brow.
“I knew it! Girl, you got me all jealous over here. Every time I see that man’s veiny hands, I just knew his daddy blessed him with a giant—”
“Okay!” I have to stop any more talk of this because it’s drawing attention to the ache between my legs. Lowering myself into the chair, I wince a little, tender and sore but still completely satisfied. “Yes, Kane and I saw a little more of each other last night. But that doesn’t affect our professional—”
“Yeah, yeah, YEAH,” she says, her voice rising with each word while waving a dismissive hand. “You’re allowed to have your cake and eat it, too. I’d just like to walk into work all bow-legged with a fuck-you smile for once.”
“I don’t have a fuck-you smile.”
“You sure do. And I certainly would if I was being ruined by Kane Alexander. I’d be wearing a fuck-you smile loud and proud.”
Perhaps I am wearing somewhat of a grin. Not a fuck-you smile, but more of a ‘yes, please, I’ll have some more’ smirk.
“So, tell me… is a man as sexy as Kane Alexander also a douche? They tend to go hand-in-hand.”
I lean back in my chair eyeing the framed photo of Shawn and me sitting on the shelf across the room. If anyone’s a douche, it’s Shaw
n and his year-long lie.
“So far, he seems the perfect gentleman.”
“Even in the bedroom?”
“He’s the devil in the bedroom but still very much a gentleman.” I bite my lip thinking of how he ensured I came multiple times before he allowed himself to find his release.
“Did he stay the night?”
I think back to how I was so mentally and physically fucked over that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Mentally fucked by Shawn and everything to do with his lies and separation, and physically because of every heavenly, punishing second Kane delivered. “No, but… after we finished, I was so tired, I collapsed on the bed. I remember the feeling of being carried and then lowered into a warm bath.”
“He bathed you?” Amanda asked, her voice rising an octave. “You mean to tell me that after Kane finished, he didn’t just roll over to sleep or up and leave, but the man actually freakin’ bathed you?”
I nod. “Yep. I know.” I decide to withhold the part of how my lady parts stung when they hit the hot water, or how Kane gently massaged said lady parts until the sting was no more. Or how his rearing cock pressed between my ass cheeks as he dried me off, lips trailing a sensual path down my neck. He’d led me back to bed, tucked me in, and left. Or so I thought.
“That wasn’t all he did.” When Amanda raises her perfectly shaped brow, I continue, “When I woke up, I was making coffee and noticed all the artwork I had lining the walls ready to hung, had been hung. And all the empty storage boxes I haven’t had to time to remove had been removed.”
“He hung your artwork and removed your boxes?”
I nod again, thinking how my luck has taken such a drastic turn. While I suspected Kane to simply be seducing me for his own pleasure, it turns out the man also knows how to treat a woman in and outside of the bedroom.
Amanda leans back on the chair and sighs. “I can’t even get a boyfriend to put his dirty plate in the sink. You must have one magical pussy.”
I shift slightly in my chair, feeling the remaining ache. “It’s not feeling very magical at the moment.”
