He grabs my hip with one hand, pressing his fingers harshly in my skin while he nudges up my chin with the other.
“Open your eyes,” he rumbles.
I obey and look into his perfect blue eyes. His face has gotten closer to mine, and I can feel his breath fanning my face.
“What was the story about the bees?” he asks, not blinking for a second. I knew this question was going to come, but I expected him to be more demanding about it. Instead, his eyes soften like he feels compassion for me.
“It was a bedtime story,” I whisper. “A bee is always loyal to his hive and protects anyone who is part of that hive. It was my father’s way of reassuring me. That he will get me out. That he won’t give up on me. That his loyalty is with me.” It isn’t a lie. That is exactly why my father said it. But not telling Kane the rest feels like a lie that’s laying heavy on my heart.
His eyes narrow, like he is deciding whether he should believe me or not. He moves forward, grazing my cheek with his lips. My heart is pounding against my chest, and I’m resisting the urge to touch his ripped arms.
I want this man.
“And I’m supposed to believe that?” he mumbles against my ear. His words feel like a punch in the gut with a sledgehammer. I can’t blame him. Considering my last name and my current profession, I wouldn’t believe me either if I were him. He is not in the position to give me any trust, not considering the situation we are in. I know he can’t afford to trust me. But it still sucks, it still hurts, because I want him to believe me. I don’t know why, and I sure as fuck know I shouldn’t give a damn, but I do.
I snap myself out of it and push him backward to escape his grip.
“Like you would believe anything I say anyway,” I rebuke as I walk to the bed. He just stands there, his hands in his pocket, his gaze stoic. “I’m just the means to your end, your prisoner, the daughter of a thief, so I can’t be trustworthy.” I continue, not hiding the cynicism from my voice. I’m sick and tired of men treating me like a little girl. Like the offspring of a tacky thief. Even though that is what I am.
It still doesn’t give them the right to treat me like shit.
Worthless.
Insignificant.
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to.” I shrug. “It’s pretty clear why I’m here.” I’m a big girl. Over the years, my skin has grown as thick as steel and to be honest? Most of the time it makes my job easier if people underestimate me. If they think poorly of me. I don’t give a damn about what anyone thinks of me. What opinions they have about me. But for some reason, I give a shit ton about what Kane thinks.
He keeps staring at me for a few seconds before he walks out.
What the fuck?
My mouth opens in frustration before I snap it shut again.
“Goddamn arrogant-motherfucking-son-of-a-bitch,” I mumble before my feet get their own mind, and I find myself stalking after him like an angry bull.
16
Kane
Four Days Ago
She is insatiable. I am insatiable.
We are insatiable.
It’s like every time she comes, she becomes more beautiful. More desirable. More sexy, and my cock just won’t settle down. Normally I would fuck a girl once, maybe twice if it was really good, and then she would be on her way. But this girl… Damn, I can’t get enough.
I have been fantasizing about those luscious lips since Jeremy threw her file on my desk last week. He noticed the look on my face when my eyes landed on her picture, and he laughed while shaking his head.
“Not a smart thing to do, boss. Just saying,” he’d told me with a cocky grin like the know-it-all that he is. Jeremy has been working for me for a long time, and after my brother, he knows me best. We worked together in the military as tracking specialists, and when I left, he did, too, and started working for me. He can find anything and anyone lightning fast, and he’s a master at reading body language.
Including mine.
I knew he was right about her. That I shouldn’t touch her. In fact, I should stay fucking clear of her, but her pretty face keeps popping up in my head, giving me zero willpower, rendering me unable to stop myself from covering my mouth with hers as soon as I saw her walking into Magenta.
I expected it to be a disappointment when my lips crashed into hers in lust. My fantasies had been so perfect, there was no way the real deal was going to live up to that.
I was wrong.
It was better.
The moment our skin connects, I feel a burning ache in my jeans that I’ve never felt before. Just the sensation of her touch has me experiencing a high I never knew was possible. My mouth explores hers, my hand fisting her soft, strawberry blonde hair. I roughly tug at it, forcing her to open up to me while I give her my tongue. She tastes like roses and coconut, and it is the best thing that has ever landed on my tongue. I love exploring every inch of her body. Just when I feel like things are at their max, she yanks my head back to her pussy, and I feel a never-ending, scorching desire. She shamelessly demands that I lick her sweet folds just the way she likes it, leaving nothing to doubt. She demands me to kiss her while I’m thrusting inside her, keeping a level of control no other woman ever has.
I’m used to telling people what to do, and I don’t appreciate being bossed around. But fuck me, having this tiny spitfire boss me around is damn sexy.
She falls onto the bed next to me after riding me like a bull. I glance at her before I turn on my side to watch her. Instinctively, my hand reaches out to stroke the smooth skin of her stomach. Her fair skin is flawless, other than the red pressure marks from my fingerprints on her hips.
“You’re killing me,” she whispers, exhaustion etching through her voice. “If you want more, you’ll have to settle for climbing on top of me and taking me like a rag doll because I don’t think I can move another muscle.”
I chuckle at her comment and let out a satisfied breath.
“Hmm, sounds tempting.”
“Fuck, boy, you’re so ravenous.”
I close my eyes and just smile, feeling the fatigue hit my body. My hand rests on her hip, and even though I would love to go another round, my body doesn’t feel as energetic as the again throbbing cock between my legs. I hear her breathing grow heavier, tiredness reluctantly taking over.
“I should get a cab,” she whispers under her breath. I just growl in response.
“I should get going,” she adds.
She should. I don’t sleep with anyone. I don’t like sharing my bed. I’m a big man, and I need my space. Especially when I sleep. But I’m not done with her. I want more of her.
I need more of her.
“Stay,” I command while I wrap my arm around her and tug her soft body back into my chest, both of my arms keeping her tight against my body. “I want another piece of you in the morning.” I kiss the back of her neck, taking in her sweet scent mixed with the smell of sex. It’s addictive and fuels me all over again.
She pulls her head up, trying to meet my gaze.
“In the morning? Fuck. Kane, it’s 5:30 a.m. It is morning.” I love how my name rolls off her tongue like she’s been saying it forever.
“Well, better close your eyes then before you waste your break by talking.”
“I’m too tired for this.” Her head falls back against the pillow, and I settle my face into the crook of her neck. It doesn’t take more than twenty seconds for her breathing to become heavy, telling me she’s asleep. My eyes are focused on her hair, and I admire the different shades of red and blond while my thumb delicately strokes her stomach. Her skin is as soft as a newborn baby, and even though exhaustion is hitting me, I can’t wait to kiss it all over again. I huff at my own thoughts, realizing I sound like a motherfucking pussy. If this was any other girl, she would be long gone by now. My driver would take her home, and I would enjoy a good night’s rest. I’ve never felt the need to exchange numbers or pretend I want to see someone again. Because I don’
t. Never have. Even if the sex was great, there was always a new body lined up to fulfill my needs. Always a new flavor available.
Callie is different, though. She’s the only girl who won’t want anything to do with me as soon as she finds out who I really am. Being the little spitfire that she is, I’m sure this one night is all I’ll get. There won’t be a second night because there is a one hundred percent chance she’ll want to kill me instead. But the fact that she is forbidden fruit makes me want her more. Makes me want to keep her a little while longer, to make sure I get everything out of my time with her. Make sure I get everything out of her.
The feeling of weight being lifted off the mattress wakes me up hours later. The sun peeks through the burgundy drapes, shining enough light into the room to notice one sexy ass making her way to the bathroom.
“I didn’t give you permission to leave the bed,” I growl with one eye open.
She chuckles without so much as a glance my way, keeping her pace steady and her curves swinging from side to side. The sight of her walk of defiance instantly awakens my dick.
“I don’t ask for permission.”
“Clearly,” I mutter while watching the door close. My hand can feel the warmth from her body still lingering in the bed, and I can’t resist the smell of it.
Fuck me, she turns me on without even being here.
I throw my legs out of the bed and get up, stalking towards the girl who makes me a fucking pussy. I tell myself it’s because it’s the sex and the fact that she still has no clue who I am. But really, I want to make sure she will remember me.
In a few days from now, I want to look into her eyes and see desire shimmering through the hate. I know she will hate me, but I still want her to want me. Because I don’t do rejection.
And I sure as fuck ain’t startin’ now.
I quietly open the bathroom door and tiptoe my way towards the oversized walk-in shower. She is facing the wall, letting the water relax the muscles in her body, her hands pressed against the brown marble. Her peachy ass looks perfect with the water running through her crack. I know she notices me when the muscles tense in her back. I hear her take a deep breath while I place my arms on both sides of her body, my rough palms under her elegant hands, successfully caging her in.
“Don’t ever leave the bed without my permission,” I mumble against her neck while I lick the drops of water off her neck. Her breathing speeds up, and my dick is twitching against my stomach just from tasting her silky skin.
“Or what?” Her tone is daring, and she pushes her ass against my throbbing cock.
Motherfucker, she is going to kill me.
“I can make this real hard for you, baby girl.”
“How hard?” she teases while she spins around, facing me with those piercing teal eyes as she grabs my dick in her hands. “This hard?” Her hand slowly starts to move up and down my shaft while she drops her back against the wall and cups my balls with the other. The lazy look in her eyes mixed with her rebellion makes me lose control for just a second.
I close my eyes at her touch and run my hands through her hair.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl,” I mutter under my breath.
“No, you are playing with fire.” I look into her eyes while she keeps working my cock with the same consistency, unable to deny her response. I also can’t deny her glowing eyes that actually look like they are heated.
She’s right.
This girl feels like fire.
I keep one hand on the wall, giving her no room to move while the other slowly moves down her body. She whimpers at my touch but holds my gaze like a warrior while her hands never skip a beat. She wants to control me, but she never will. I won’t allow it. I abruptly pull her hands up and place them above her head. God, I wish I had some handcuffs right now.
“Move your hands, and you will regret it,” I growl, my jaw clenching in annoyance and longing. Her face is washed with both boldness mixed with innocence. How someone can look like an angel and a devil at the same time, I have no clue. All I know is it’s messing with my head.
Straight up, fucking me over.
I firmly press her wrists against the wall, my other hand caressing the insides of her thighs before I carefully make it towards her most sensitive part.
“You like this, baby?” My fingers softly move up and down her folds, making her gasp for air. She bites her lip while she nods her head.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” she breathes out, opposition shooting back into her eyes. I smile at the sight of it, wondering if I will ever see her completely relaxed.
Completely submissive.
My lips gently brush her mouth before I roughly press a kiss against her lips.
“You really need to learn to obey, baby. Or this,”—I push my finger inside of her, feeling her slickness cover my finger—“will become torture real quick.”
She narrows her eyes at me, her lips pursed together. I bet she has a snarky comment on her tongue, but I pull my finger out coated with her wetness and press it against her lips.
“Shhh, don’t do it. You will regret it.” Her right eyebrow shoots up before she drops it back down and another daring look covers her face. Like taunting me is her favorite thing to do.
Her tongue darts out, and she licks my finger, tasting herself like I’m holding out a lollipop.
Motherfucker.
“You really are a greedy girl, aren’t you?” My need to be inside this girl grows stronger by the second. I want to fuck her right against this wall, thrusting inside her until she almost breaks.
But first I need to show her who is in charge. Who the fuck is controlling this show.
She just shrugs silently like she does this shit every day. Even though I know she doesn’t. Her record told me she only had two boyfriends, and those were serious. At least they were to her. She doesn’t do one-night stands. So she doesn’t do random sex. But her actions with me contradict that. Her confidence is sky high.
My hand cups her face before I nibble her lip.
“Keep your hands up, or I will make you pay. You got it?”
She nods, and I drop to my knees. I grab her hips and move her a foot to the left, out of the water stream. My hands move to cup her ass, then I wrap one leg over my shoulder, giving me full access to her addictive sweetness. I look up, wanting to see the look of longing in her eyes before I start kissing the area around her luscious folds. Slowly, I make my way to her entrance and nibble my way around it while using my fingers to keep her folds separate, giving me full access. I gently but firmly drag my tongue all the way up to her clit, giving just the right amount of pressure while a desperate moan escapes her mouth. I move down to do it again, and instinctively, her hands run through my wet hair. I know what she wants; I know she wants to take control.
“Hands up,” I order.
“Please,” she whines in desperation.
“Up. Or I won’t make you come.” Her eyes widen in shock before her jaw clenches and she scrunches up her nose. She’s fucking pissed, and I smile at the sight of it. I pull my head back with a stern face, showing her how serious I am. She stares at me for a few heartbeats, and for a second there, I think she may actually jump me like a mountain lion. Eventually, she exhales loudly in defeat before she moves her hands back up, pressing them against the wall.
That’s right, baby. I’m in charge.
I bring my lips back between her legs and slowly take her inner lips in my mouth, gently sucking them before my tongue dives inside her. Her leg twitches, and she lets out a desperate moan. I keep kissing her everywhere, enjoying her sweet taste. Bit by bit, I move my way up to her sensitive nub, feeling her hand in my hair.
Again.
My head pulls away, and I look up.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she screeches.
“Nope.” I reply as she growls at me. Like literally growls at me before her hands move back up.
“You have to understand, baby,” I
explain while I start all over again, kissing her inner lips. “I’m in charge. You listen. I can do this all day. I can clear my schedule if that’s what it takes to make you understand.” She lets out a desperate moan, and I can’t help but smile. I’m enjoying every second of literally having her in the palm of my hand. Damn, this girl has so much attitude. Attitude I know will be gone before she knows it.
“Please, Kane,” she begs.
“You want this?” My tongue circles her clit, working her towards an orgasm. The twitching of her leg tells me she’s close to falling. I suck her nub again before I move back to her entrance, frustrating her to her core.
“No, please.” She literally pouts while doing her best to control her hands.
I trace her slit back to her clit, circling it, which has her panting become faster and faster. Her increasing tensing shows me how close she is.
But I’m an asshole, and I need to make my point first.
“Who’s in charge?” I ask, my mouth hovering above her pussy but not touching it. She takes a deep breath before she loudly growls at me, showing her teeth.
It’s fucking adorable.
“Say it.” It’s taking me everything to hide my smile while I hold her raging gaze. After half a minute of our stare down, she closes her eyes. When they open again, the rage has dimmed to a light frustration.
“You. Are. Now fucking make me come, asshole,” she spits out.
“Good girl,” I chuckle before placing my tongue on her clit. I’ve built her up so much, she doesn’t need much more to plunge over the edge. I firmly circle her clit while thrusting my finger inside of her before I feel her entrance constrict. Finally, she screams as her orgasm rushes through her. My mouth is placed over her pussy while my hands grab her ass to hold her up, giving her the support to ride out her wave of pleasure. Once she’s done, her body goes limp, and I get up to wrap her legs around my waist. My twitching dick is ready to go, and without further ado, I push inside of her. She winces at the invasion, looking me straight into my eyes.
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