by Emilia Finn
Kane takes his Glock everywhere he goes, but he leaves those spares in his drawers. I helped myself to one, sat on his bed for hours, and looked up video tutorials on how to use it.
I’m not a victim anymore. I refuse.
I’m capable, and I’m not sticking around Kane for protection. I’m here because I care. I’m here because my heart beats faster when I think about him.
“I’ll make it safe for you to come back. Soon.” His eyes come up to mine. “I promise I’ll make it better, but I can’t keep you safe this week. I’ll pay to put you up somewhere safe until it’s done.”
“No! I’m not leaving you.” I drop my clothes to his bed, storm forward, and snatch my file back. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving town, I’m not leaving my family, and believe it or not, I’m not leaving you. I might not be important to you, I might not mean shit, but you mean something to me. It’s pretty fucking important to me that you live. It’s important to me that you get out and become a regular person.”
“I can’t get out, Jess! I literally can’t get out. I will not live after Hayes is done, but you can live. You need to live. You can even take your files and sleep with me under your pillow. I don’t care. But until Hayes is done, you can’t come back.”
“I’m not leaving!” With rough hands, I grab his jaw and drag his face back around. I’m open to him right now, pleading for him to see me. To choose me. “You wanted to fuck me? Go for it. This is me saying yes. I wanted to be with you the other day, too. I’ve wanted to fuck you since your file slid across my desk.” His eyes darken with every word I toss at him. “You wanna see my fingers in my pussy? I’ll show you. You wanna put your tongue in my asshole? Have at it.”
“Jess…” His cock grows between us. Tortured eyes meet mine, No on his lips, but his penis grows between us – grows for me. “You need to be safe. You need to leave.”
“And every time we’re apart, I get hurt. I’m safer right here in front of you.”
“My world is too dangerous for you!”
“The whole world is too dangerous for me, and you’re the only one who can protect me. You wouldn’t send me away, would you? You’d never know if I was safe. I might just disappear one day, and you’ll never know what happened.”
“Jess… stop.”
“Fuck me, Kane. I was raised to be a lady, but I’m asking you to fuck me like a whore. Don’t send me away. Claim me, then tomorrow, we can work out the rest.”
“Jess…” He closes his eyes and drops his chin to his chest. “You keep making me choose. Between your life and theirs. Between your life and mine. You insist on making me choose.”
“I’m insisting again. You won’t send me away without tasting at least once. I know you won’t. Choose me for tonight, then we’ll discuss running tomorrow.”
I’m a liar. But I also know he won’t pass up this opportunity. He’s knows he should, he knows he’s being played, but he can’t walk away from what I’m offering.
He’s as powerless to my offer as I am to him.
I won’t run away. Nor will I stand by and let him go to prison for Hayes. It’s not too late for Kane, we can work it out. I’ll be his lawyer, and I’ll fight for his freedom.
Alex will fight me on it. There’s only black and white in his world, but now Kane exists in mine, which means gray exists.
Alex won’t like it, but Jules will fight with me.
She’ll believe me. She’ll understand the innate belief a woman has in a man. She’ll ask me once, then when I give my answer, when I tell her my truth, she’ll go back-to-back with me, and she’ll fight.
Kane only stopped monsters – he was doing the world a favor. I won’t let him go down for that, not when both instances were to protect me.
He was protecting me; Alex will understand eventually.
Stepping closer, I release his jaw, only to take his hands and press them to my hips. Chest to chest, his cock on my belly, I run my hands over his pecs and pull the V neck of his shirt down to expose more of his tattoos. “I could kiss your cuts better. You don’t have to ink over them anymore.” I bite my bottom lip and wait for his eyes. “Would you like that? The book under my pillow isn’t the only magic I know. I can kiss your cuts better. Next time you get hurt, I could make it better.” I stand on my toes and hold my breath.
Rejection will hurt.
Rejection might kill me.
Bravely, I press my lips to the exposed skin at the center of his chest and smile when his hands tighten on my hips.
“You wanted me every other day. But not today. Why not?”
“I always want you, Jess. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“So, kiss me back.” I angle my head and expose the silvering scratch Lance left on my neck. “You know about the magic already, don’t you? Kiss the injuries better. That’s why you licked me. That’s why you kissed my ribs. You know magic, too, don’t you?”
“I know I never want you to hurt again.”
“Sending me away hurts me.” I slide my tongue just above the neckline of his dark gray shirt and savor the salty flavor on my tongue. “Telling me I don’t mean shit to you hurts me.”
“You mean something, Jess. You mean everything.”
“Show me.” I take his hand from my hip and slide it up my uninjured side until it cups my breast. “You wanted to taste my boobs, didn’t you? I know you did. I’ve seen you looking. I’ve seen you lick your lips.” When his eyes remain on my chest, I demand, “Answer me, Kane. You want to taste me, don’t you?”
“Yes. I want to taste you.” His haunted eyes come up to mine. “I want to keep you.”
“You can’t keep me if you go to prison. And you can’t keep me if you die. But you can have me for tonight. You can claim me, call me yours. You can have any part of me, as rough as you want it. As soft. As fast. As slow. You can play me however you want me.”
“What’s the catch?”
I’m cracking him. I’m winning. “No catch. You’re done working for tonight. No matter where I sleep, nothing changes. Just don’t send me away. Don’t make me think I’m worth tossing into the street in the middle of the night.”
“You’ll run tomorrow? You’ll go away and not come back until the Hayes thing is done?”
No. I’m not leaving town until you do. “Sure. We’ll discuss it.”
“‘We’ll discuss it’ means no. You’re lying to me.”
“I’m a lawyer, Kane. Lawyers never lie.”
His hand massages my breast, his finger and thumb pluck at my nipple. I’m not even sure he knows he’s doing it, but I know.
My body knows.
“You know magic, Jessica Ann. You know how to make men do as you ask. You know how to make me risk you.”
“Just for tonight.” Standing on my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him lower until his breath fans my lips. Nibbling – but careful to avoid the split from his fight – somehow feels more intimate than the time he had his fingers inside me. “Kiss me back, Kane. Fuck me.”
“Jess…”
I slide my tongue along his lip and revel in the way his heart gallops against mine. “All this talk, you could’ve been balls deep already.”
Finally speaking the magic words, he lets out a growl and drops his hands back to my ass. Picking me up until my legs wrap around his hips, he spins and slams me against the thin wall. The breath explodes from my lungs, then his lips clamp over mine and my head turns woozy.
No oxygen. Squished. No room.
But I pull him closer, because it doesn’t matter.
His strong hands hold my ass. His tongue lashes out and slides along my lips. Instantly, the taste of blood zings on my taste buds, but it doesn’t matter either.
Sliding my hands into his short hair, my nails scratch along his scalp and dig in when his cock grinds against my pulsing clit.
“Fuck, Jess.” Crushing me against the wall, his lips cruise along my jaw until they latch onto my neck.
Over the mark Lance left behind, he pulls my flesh between his lips and sucks hard enough that I cry out. “You have no reason to believe me, Jess. You have no reason to trust, but I swear to God, I’m clean. I’m not a pig like you think. I have no baby mamas. I’m just me, and I really wanna feel you without a condom.”
“It’s okay.” I arch my neck to allow him room to work. “I’m yours tonight. Any way you want me. I’m on the pill. I never miss. No accidents in the past. No baby daddies.”
“All mine.”
“Uh-huh.” His hungry hands tear my bra down, and when his lips latch onto my nipple, I cry out at the overload of sensations. So many sensations. So much is happening. His cock presses to my clit as his hands knead my ass. He’s careful not to touch my ribs, but his teeth bite hard enough to almost pull an orgasm straight from deep inside me. “Yes. All yours. Any part of me. You can claim anything. You can keep it forever.”
I squeal when he spins away from the wall, and as my hair flies and my hands grab, I laugh and whimper in the same breath when his teeth nip at the hollow of my throat. “All mine.” Lowering to one knee on the bed, he gently places me in the center.
He brings a second knee up and crouches between my legs. His strong hands, marked from fingertip to shoulder with artful ink, slide along my belly, pause over my lace covered pussy, and with his eyes on mine, he pushes his thumb past the fabric.
I cry out at the unexpected intrusion and lift my pelvis in request.
He slowly inches my underwear over my hips. “Swear to Christ, Jessica Ann, I thought about this that first night in my bed. You woke me up. You were on top of me. You touched my cock in your sleep and you licked me. You rode my thigh for ten whole minutes before I brought you back to the surface.”
“I wanted you, Kane.” I wiggle my hips to get his attention. “I rode your leg, and I dreamed of you. I would’ve let you fuck me. You were right; I wanted it, but I was being a prude.”
When he hooks his finger into my panties, the eagle tattooed on his throat soars when he swallows. “I wanna get a look at your pussy, Jess. Let me see my prize.”
I nod. Just a simple meeting of the eyes, and a nod.
He slides rough hands along my legs as gently as if he were touching a soap bubble. Folding his body, he follows my panties with his tongue.
Over my knee.
Along my shins.
I scramble away with a laugh when he nips at my ankle, but he simply grabs me and tugs me back down the bed until my pussy touches his dick.
Laughter forgotten, I groan. “Don’t make me wait. It feels like I’ve waited a long time for this. Longer than you know.”
“Because you’ve been sleeping with my file. You ever touch yourself after looking at my file?”
“No.”
At my blatant lie, he snorts and walks his fingers along my thighs. With my legs around his hips and my knees bent, I’m open to him.
Wide open and wet enough to take anything he gives me.
“You’re a lawyer. You’d never lie.” Sliding his hand over the thatch of hair covering my pussy, he looks up and licks his lips. “What do you taste like, Jessica Ann? Are you sweet? Are you salty? Are you heaven?”
He moves off the end of the bed and drags me along the covers so fast, my skin warms at the friction. Moving to his knees, kneeling for me, he pushes me back until I lie flat, lifts my knees, and buries his face between my legs.
“Kane! Oh my God.” My limbs shake as he suckles on my pulsing clit. Lifting my feet and resting them over his shoulders, he leans in and plays me like a skilled musician. “Oh my God.” Stop. Don’t stop. “That feels so good.”
“Mmm.” Replacing his tongue with fingers, he hits the magical spot inside me and draws a gush of pleasure onto the bedspread. “You taste sweet, Jess. You taste better than I remember.” His lips glisten with moisture as he waits for my eyes. “You taste like I could eat you every day for the rest of my life, and I’d never tire of your flavor.”
“I wanna taste you.” I lift to my elbows, even as his skilled fingers work my body. “An eye for an eye. Payback. Whatever you want to call it, I want my turn.”
I fall back with a cry and shove my hand in my mouth when he curls his fingers inside me. “Nope.” Leaning forward, he tugs my hand from my mouth. “Don’t be quiet. I don’t care who hears, but I wanna hear. Don’t take that from me.”
“I’m messing up your bed.”
Scoffing, he jumps to his feet and leaves me a whimpering mess at the loss of his fingers, but then he flops down onto the bed and pulls me up so my naked ass is in his face and my weight rests on my hands and knees. “Undo my jeans, Jessica Ann. Take me into your mouth. Take me all the way to the back of your throat. We gotta do it all tonight, claim it all, just in case.”
Too turned on to worry about his warning, too horny to stop and study the ink covering his belly and hip bones, I unsnap his jeans and push them down when he lifts his hips.
I free his pulsing cock from his jeans, the thick veins throbbing as it fills with blood. Leaving his jeans mid-thigh, too impatient to wait any longer, I take him in my hand and squeeze until a droplet of moisture glistens at the tip.
“Jess…” His hips impatiently jut forward. “Do it. Make my dreams come true. Swallow my cock.”
I lean forward with my bare ass still in the air, slide my tongue past my lips, and collect the single drop of salty liquid that sits on the tip. “Mmm. So good.” I push back when his fingers teasingly slide around outside of my pussy – teasing, tempting, but leaving me wanting more.
Experimenting with his size, I slide my lips over the tip and squeeze the base with my hand.
Instantly, his teasing fingers turn to a thumb unapologetically pushing into my ass. He buries his face in my pussy and juts his hips up until I’m filled in every way.
I cry out with pleasure and my teeth graze over his cock – but he doesn’t shy back. If anything, it spurs him on until he jackhammers and fucks my face from the bottom.
His tongue digs deep inside me as his spare hand grips my hip, pulling me back until I literally sit on his face. I grind against him, powerless to stop my movements.
Finally pulling my weight, I use my upper strength – what little I have – and push myself up into a perpetual push-up. With one hand on the bed and the other wrapped around the base of his dick, I slide my lips from the tip down as far as I can fit him.
Each time he touches the back of my throat, I choke, but instead of slowing him, it spurs him on. “Fuck, Jess.”
“Mmm.” Riding his face, riding his cock, I bring my teeth as close to his flesh as I can without actually biting him.
He pulls back and replaces his tongue with his fingers. Two fingers. Three. I can’t tell, but he stretches me until it hurts, but even the burn of the stretch turns me on.
“You’re gonna stretch me around your cock.”
“Yeah, baby.” His hips push up and slam to the back of my throat. “I need you to stretch now, because you’re squeezing my tongue. That’s gonna become an issue when it’s my cock.”
Braver than I feel, I smile and pull back. “You scared I’m gonna hurt you?”
Laughing, he pulls his finger from my ass and changes my smile to a cry. Lifting me up and spinning me around, he puts me on his hips and brings his hand between us. He shoots up and takes my still exposed nipple between his teeth, and using his spare hand, he unclasps my bra and tosses it across the room. “I wanna stretch you out, Jess. I wanna know that was me. It might hurt, and a part of me won’t care. A part of me wants it to hurt, because that makes it mine.”
I allow him to lift me, to move me onto my knees so I can look down and watch his glistening cock throb and twitch.
Sitting up tall, I wrap one arm around his neck and pull him in until our tongues clash and the flavor on his tongue transfers to mine. I knock his hand out of the way and wrap mine around the base of his dick, making him groan into my mouth. My gaze tracks his face, lingering on
that frown, the permanent wrinkle that marks his forehead and makes him appear that much more dangerous, but it’s nothing on the animalistic groan that comes from deep in his throat, or his teeth clamping on my bottom lip as I slide over him.
He stretches me, just like he promised, and not only doesn’t he slow to allow me time to adjust, he takes my hips and slams inside me.
A claim.
A mating.
No apologies and no negotiations.
Just like we said, I’m his tonight, to take as he pleases.
This is how he pleases.
I wrap my second arm around his neck and simply brace myself and let him fuck me. The sting makes way for a pleasure so overwhelming, so all consuming, my orgasm rushes to the surface and thrashes my body.
Kane takes my hips in his hands, scissors up, and flips us over. I cry out when he accidentally knocks my ribs, but he simply pulls my legs up over his shoulders and slams deep inside me until the tip of his cock knocks on my womb, sending both pleasure and pain zinging through my blood.
Pleasure and pain.
Kane Bishop summed up in two words.
Lowering over me, he squishes my thighs to my chest and leans in to tangle our tongues together. “Never felt anything so good in my life.” His hot breath fans my jaw. “Exactly like I expected you to feel.”
I move up the bed each time he slams against me. Within a minute, I’m touching distance of the headboard, so reaching out and bracing, instead of moving up the bed when he pushes inside me, I absorb the slam and cry out. “Kane.”
“Yeah.” Laughing, he allows one leg to drop so he can access my nipple. “Kane, fuck me like you mean it. I knew that’s how you’d sound.”
My breasts bounce each time he slams in. My orgasm races to the edge and teases me.
Not until he’s ready. I will not run until he runs. I will not jump until he jumps.
I push him back so I can drop my leg, then pull him closer until our chests touch, leaving his hands free to explore my body.
He pulls out to the very tip, sliding over every sensitive nerve ending I possess, and when his eyes meet mine, he races back in, knocking the breath from my lungs.
