“You’re a dick,” she tells me while she cups my face. Her lips crash into mine, and her tongue lunges inside my mouth, feeding a hunger that is burning inside of her. I roughly push her against the wall with every thrust, moving as deep inside her as I can, stretching her wide.
My turn, baby.
“But you’re a fucking good dick,” she whispers, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
My pelvis is grinding against her clit, and the look on her face shows me everything I need to know.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” she cries while my dick starts to throb inside of her. I feel her pussy clenching around me as I push harder and harder until I can feel her second orgasm grip my dick. After that, my thrusts are longer and deeper until I feel my own release rushing through me. My throat lets out a feral roar, demonstrating exactly how I feel.
Feral.
When we both settle down a bit, I press my forehead against hers while we try to calm our heaving chests, our breaths mixing with every gasp.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge next time, baby girl,” I command, even though I know there will be no next time.
17
Kane
Present Day
Her feet are stomping behind me like a small pony, exerting as much weight as she can in each step even though she doesn’t weigh shit. I silently chuckle as I enter my room, demonstratively holding the door open for her to make sure the little spitfire doesn’t break through it. I watch in amusement as she storms past me with a feral look, then spins around to face me.
“Don’t tell me to ‘never’ walk away from you if you’re doing the exact same thing!” She points her finger at me like a wife would do, reprimanding her husband. Her other hand is planted on her hip, and her face is filled with rage. She is livid, and it’s fucking sexy. I slam the door shut with force, and she flinches at the sound. Her fierce teal eyes widen slightly when I saunter towards her, and my eyes settle on hers. She backs up with uncertainty, trying to keep space between us, until her sweet ass bumps against the king-size bed covered in black, silk sheets. She lets out a breath and straightens her body, trying to hold her own before my hands grab her hips with force. My eyes roam across her face, and I can feel how our lack of distance is making her nervous.
“I can do whatever I want,” I counter with a smile.
She lets out a sarcastic chuckle before she focuses her eyes on my chest, then shuts them closed. She inhales and exhales two times before her eyes open again, and she looks up at me through her long eyelashes.
Fuck me.
Her nervousness is completely replaced by a ferocity that ignites everything in my body. Her beaming eyes bore right through me, telling me she is ready to fight.
Does this girl have an on/off switch or something?
“Fuck you,” she spits out before she pushes me back and tries to walk past me. I quickly snatch her arm and yank her back onto the bed, forcing her to sit between my legs on the edge of the bed. My hand reaches out to cup her face while I look down on her. I softly brush my thumb over her pink, plump lips.
“Are you offering?”
“Not a chance in hell, asshole.” She rapidly pushes me off of her and moves farther up the bed, escaping my grasp. “You need to STOP this. You are confusing the shit out of me with this borderline behavior!”
“Borderline behavior?” I ask with amusement as I cock an eyebrow and cross my arms over my chest.
Seriously, where does she get this shit?
I stay in place, knowing she needs a minute to spit her fire. Plus, if I want to gain her trust, I should give her the feeling that I actually care about the things she says.
“Yes! One minute you’re kissing me, the other you’re throwing knives at my head. Then you talk to me like I’m your goddamn girlfriend, only to yell at me like I don’t matter. Make. Up. Your. Goddamn. Mind!”
I take a deep breath and just stare at her for a minute, feeling pissed off at the fact that she’s raising her voice at me and not being sure what to tell her. I understand her frustration, and I understand that I’m confusing the shit out of her. I need to choose my words carefully to get what I want out of her without scaring her off. As much as I don’t give a shit about her, keeping her pissed is the stupidest thing I can do.
Even for me.
We still haven’t found her dad, and although I’m sure I will find him eventually, I need her to help speed up the process.
“You said you don’t have to be the enemy. Kind of hard to not see you as the enemy while I’m dodging knives every five seconds.” I clench my jaw at that comment because every muscle in my body wants to throw a knife at her head right now, making sure she understands the hierarchy in this fucking situation. My hands are aching, but I keep breathing like a bull, trying to keep calm.
“Right,” she rolls her eyes and rapidly gets off the bed before moving towards the door. “Good talk, like always.”
Without thinking twice, I reach out and intercept her, vigorously slamming her against the door, successfully caging her in. I would have expected at least a hint of fear, but she just meets my furious gaze like she is ready to eat me.
I could strangle her if I didn’t want to fuck her into submission as well.
“You need to give me something.” She sounds much calmer than I feel right now.
“I don’t need to give you anything.”
Her hands move up to pinch the bridge of her nose while she lets out a frustrated sigh.
“I need something to do! Give me a few books, let me walk around on this damn boat, give me a TV, let me help in the kitchen, for all I care. I’m just going crazy being cooped up in that room the entire day. And you messing with my head is not helping!”
“I never said you need to stay in your room.”
“You never said I could leave either!” she snaps incredulously.
“Don’t. Raise. Your. Voice. At. Me. Ever,” I whisper in a deep rumble while my hand roughly holds her chin in place. She is pushing me too far, and I’m close to throwing her on the bed.
With or without her consent.
“Don’t treat me like a goddamn DOG!”
“Don’t act like one.” Before I know it, she slaps me so hard, my cheek turns the other way, a burning feeling heating my skin. My body fills up with rage, but it’s the twitching in my jeans impacting me the most.
How can someone infuriate and incinerate me at the same time?
“Fuck you!” she seethes as her cheeks flush.
“You asked for it,” I growl back before my mouth crashes into hers. Part of me expects her to knee me in the groin, but instead, she pushes her tongue in my mouth and explores it in a fucking frenzy. Within seconds, her hands are running through my hair, and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I moan at the feeling of my hands on her flawless ass. She reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, doing her best to keep my lips on hers.
“God, you drive me nuts, woman,” I murmur against her lips.
“Just shut up and fuck me.” She drops her legs, then harshly pushes me away before she takes off her shirt.
Bossy little thing.
I step back and enjoy the lazy look in her eyes. Whatever fire there was burning three seconds ago has dimmed to a light shimmer of lust. When her eyes land on my bare torso, she bites her lip.
My hand reaches out to hers, and when she lays her palm in mine, I use it to yank her towards the bed before I push her on it. I feel like I haven’t had sex for months, even though I fucked her endlessly just a few days ago. It doesn’t matter. I want to devour her. My fingers move fast, unzipping my jeans before I tear off the last pieces of my clothing. I don’t feel like waiting any longer, so I yank her black jeans off her legs before my knees hit the mattress, and I crawl on top of her. She is gasping for air when my body moves over hers, dragging my tongue over her stomach. Her black lace bra perfectly holds her beautiful tits. They are meant to be touched, meant to be free, so I unclasp he
r bra and throw it on the floor. The bruises on her ribs are still there, visible proof of how tough she is, and I softly brush the tips of my fingers over them. She eagerly reaches out her arms for me, grabbing my neck so she can guide my lips back to hers. I fist her hair with one hand while the other explores her thong. My fingers gently touch the edges of the lace before I rub a finger across the soaking wet fabric between her legs. I smile at the feeling, knowing I will enjoy showing her who the real boss is.
“You keep questioning who’s in charge,” I murmur against her neck. “Remember the last time you did that?”
She lets out a desperate moan while her eyes shoot me a glare.
“You’re going to keep torturing me, aren’t you?” She looks frustrated, but the lazy, lust-filled look is also still there. Like she can’t resist the temptation to fight me on this one.
“You are damn right, baby girl.” My lips find hers again, then I gently nibble her lip before I straighten my chest and move my hips towards her face. Her eyes move to my hard shaft, and when I’m only an inch from her mouth, her tongue eagerly darts out to have a taste.
She bites her lip with a seductive grin before she cups my ass with her palm and shoves my dick into her mouth. The abrupt feeling of her mouth covering my cock makes me gasp for air, and I throw my head back, enjoying every sensation.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl while I feel one of her hands starting to play with my balls.
My hand reaches out to fist her hair as I look into her eyes. She holds my gaze with determination, like she is enjoying this even more than I am.
“You like my dick, baby?” I huff while I start thrusting into her mouth.
She moans loudly, and her nails dig into the skin of my ass. I expect her to start gagging with every thrust I make, but she doesn’t, holding my gaze like a damn pro.
It isn’t until I see her eyes water up that I pull out, not wanting to come in her mouth. My face moves down to her neck, tasting the crook of her neck with my tongue.
“God, that was sexy,” I murmur against her skin.
“Fill me up, Kane,” she pleads as her hands firmly direct me to her entrance. She roughly pushes me inside, not willing to wait another second.
The warmth of her body enclosed around mine takes me to a new state of utter bliss, then I slowly start thrusting inside her.
“Deeper,” she cries while she fists my hair and tugs my head back to face her.
Like she is the damn boss.
I clench my jaw in annoyance, even though it’s turning me on more than frustrating me. Her domineering moves make me want to fuck her longer and harder, over and over.
I press my forehead against hers and let the tip of my tongue roam her upper lip.
“I’m in charge, baby,” I remind her, making sure she doesn’t forget.
“Fuck you,” she huffs before her eyes find mine. “Make me come.”
It isn’t a question, it’s a command, and it’s the only one I will obey every fucking time.
I start moving my hips longer and deeper, grinding against her pelvis, brushing her clit with every thrust.
She parts her lips, and her breathing increases with every move I make until I have her gasping for air. I feel her orgasm rushing in when I feel her body tightening around me.
She cries out, and I thrust harder, determined to finish with her.
“Yes, yes.” Her eyes slam closed, and I climb to the top alongside of her. When she explodes around me, I keep thrusting to ride out my own release, growling when I finally reach my high.
I drop my head against her neck, still inside her, not willing to break the connection. I can feel her heart beating against mine at the same racing pace while we are both panting to catch our breaths. I breathe in her flowery shampoo that is now mixed with a hint of sweat while my hand reaches out to grab her chin and move her face towards mine.
“I’m in charge,” I assert before I push a kiss against her lips.
“You’re a dick.” The grin on her face is relaxed, like I really did fuck her in to submission.
“But such a good dick,” I joke while I shoot her a wink.
18
Callie
Present Day
The motherfucker really can’t get enough. He kept fucking me every way he could, giving me hardly any time to breathe. I’m not a shy girl and I’d explored plenty with my previous boyfriends, but compared to him, they were boys. Kane knows exactly what he is doing. I turn to mush the second his lips touch mine, and my body just melts at his touch. I want to keep hating him, and I am fighting my hardest to ignore the desire he invokes in me, but it turns out I’m a fucking pushover when it comes to Kane Carrillo.
Of all the fucking men, my body chooses a notorious crime lord to obsess over.
Any resistance I have goes out the window the second I look into those compelling, arctic eyes.
He is just too goddamn handsome to resist.
It’s fucking ridiculous.
Willpower? Gone.
Mental strength? Poof.
Natural defiance? Nonexistent.
Three hours later, he seems to finally be finished when he rolls off of me and lays next to me on the bed. With his eyes closed, he rests his hands on his stomach, his breathing heavy but content. I move myself to my side and watch him, my face in the palm of my hand. I glance around the room and notice the curtains closing. They must be on a timer because he didn’t get up to do it himself. He was too busy fucking my brains out.
Clearly.
I look at the naked man beside me, admiring his perfect, chiseled body. The veins on his tattooed arms are even thicker because of the three hours’ worth of effort he just expended, and he is shimmering in sweat. He looks like a warrior who just left the battlefield. He could have easily been a movie star instead of the sadistic criminal that he is. That thought alone snaps me out of my daydream.
The fucker is keeping me hostage on a damn superyacht, yet here I am, admiring the son of a bitch.
I’m a classic case of Stockholm syndrome.
“You’re staring,” he acknowledges, keeping his eyes closed.
How the hell did he know that?
The corner of his mouth rises in a pleased grin, giving me goosebumps all over again. He is even more compelling when he smiles.
Yeah, definitely fucking Stockholm syndrome.
“So? What are you going to do? Keep me hostage?” I ask flirtatiously while I roll onto my back and relax. I close my eyes and enjoy the burning feeling between my legs. It feels hollow, missing the full feeling of his length inside of me.
He leans over and moves his face to my ear.
“Watch your tongue, or I may tie you up and keep you here until we hit the shore, baby.” He gets up and walks to the bathroom, a boyish grin on his face. My eyes widen at his words, then watch his ass before he walks into the shower. I’ve never met someone who is this blunt in his choice of words. When he speaks, you never really know if he’s being serious or not. Like, is he flirting with me right now, or is he threatening me? Is this going to be our thing now, constant fucking and bickering? I stare at the ceiling, my brain running overtime now that he has left the room.
I turn my body sideways and play with the black Carrera I pulled from his wrist without him knowing. It’s not the most expensive watch. In fact, for a billionaire it’s pretty cheap. But he’s been wearing it every day since I’ve met him, so it must have some value to him.
My fingers caress the titanium while the lids of my eyes become heavy, fatigue hitting my body. I close my eyes and doze off for a while before I feel the mattress shift under his weight. He pushes an arm under my body, flipping me a bit so he can press his chest against my back.
His hard shaft is pushing against my cheeks, and I chuckle at the stamina of this man.
He is going to fuck me to death.
“Is this your favorite?” I hold up the watch and glance over my shoulder to meet his eyes.
His brows rise up in surp
rise, and he presses his tongue against his teeth while the corner of his mouth moves up in an impressed grin.
“You’re skilled.”
I nod before his arm reaches in front of me, pulling the watch out of my hand while he presses a soft kiss to my neck.
“And sexy,” he adds while he puts the watch back on his wrist.
I decide to take advantage of his good mood and turn around in his arms to face him. His arms stay in place, and I love the warm feeling of his hands on the small of my back. He smells fresh and clean, the sweaty shimmer completely gone. His eyes widen in surprise at my sudden move, and an amused grin appears on his face. I can’t resist touching his face, so I move my hand up to cup his cheek.
“You said you didn’t have to be the enemy,” I whisper with caution, not wanting to wake up knife-throwing Kane. He grunts in response, and I take it as my cue to keep talking.
“Well, can I ask, Kane, who is not my enemy, a question?”
He takes a deep breath before he mumbles, “Sure” while he exhales.
“Does Imogen know where I am?” My gaze meets his. His eyes are hard but calm, with the same hint of sympathy he showed me earlier.
“I’m not sure I like where this is going.”
“Does she?” I press.
He brings up his hand to push a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes roaming my face.
“No.” His reply is short and contained to that one word, spoken like a true criminal motherfucker who doesn’t answer to anyone. But you know what the thing is? I only act like a spineless little brat when either his dick or his tongue is buried inside me. Neither of those are hidden in one of my holes, so that’s probably the reason why my defiance is igniting again.
That or the fact that I don’t easily give up.
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