Kane Richards Must Die

by Williams, Shanice

  She grabbed my hand and pushed my mouth away, dragging me toward her front door as she fumbled around feverishly for her keys. I smirked at her hurried movements and softly took the keys from her, kissing her gently on the lips once. I successfully opened the door and gestured with my hand for her to enter first. She smiled warmly and walked past, her delicious, sultry scent wafting up at me.

  I slammed the door shut, my eyes fixed to the back of Suranne’s figure with a predatory leer. She jumped and whirled around at the sound of the door slamming, but didn’t have a chance to respond before I grabbed her waist and smashed my lips to hers, pushing her backwards at the same time until we both collapsed onto the couch, me on top, kissing her frenziedly. She whimpered against my lips and spread her legs allowing me to rest in between her thighs. Her heat was burning through my jeans, driving me crazy.

  “Suranne,” I panted through my kisses on her lips and jaw, “I don’t . . know if I can be slow.” I breathed against her, watching as her eyes closed and she breathed out a silent moan.

  “I don’t want you slow,” she whispered, her eyes still closed and her breathing heavy.

  I continued kissing down her neck, occasionally smirking arrogantly at her mewls and soft pleads for me. Reluctantly, I sat up on my knees and the look of her eyes, wide and lustful, her full pink lips, and her soft tongue darting out briefly and wetting her lower lip, leaving it glistening and red, would be burned into my mind forever.

  But as much as the horny animal within me just wanted to ravish her right then on her aunt’s sofa, the other part, the gentle Kane Richards part, wanted to lay her down on her bed, watch as her hair flared softly on her pillows, and kiss every inch of her skin lovingly.

  That part of me wanted to worship her.

  And as I gazed down at her, the animal within me got pushed aside, and that gentle Kane Richards part of me won over.

  I ran my hand down her arm and linked my fingers through hers, smiling down at her warmly.

  “Come on baby, let’s go upstairs,” I murmured, leaning down and kissing her lips softly. She sighed, and returned my kiss before I pulled away and unwound her legs from my waist with a devious grin.

  She ducked her head with a sheepish smile, but I wasn’t having any of that. I placed my fingers under her chin and pushed her face up to look at me, leaning down once again to kiss her gently, this time sweeping my tongue against her top lip, tasting her sweet skin. The moment a gentle moan escaped her throat I broke away.

  Because seriously, I needed to get to a bed before I became a victim of self-combustion.

  I tugged her off the couch and just as I was about to lead the way, I saw something familiar flicker in her eyes. It was a look I thoroughly enjoyed.

  It was a look that was nothing but pure, one hundred percent Suranne, the I-want-you-so-bad seducing vixen.

  She placed a hand on my chest and pushed, smirking as she walked past me and shrugged out of her coat, giving me a look over her shoulder as her hips sashayed from side to side while she walked towards the stairs, now being the one to lead me.

  I stood, my eyes watching her ass as she walked up the stairs, enjoying the view far too much to even move.

  “Don’t make me wait, Richards,” Suranne called at me from the top of the stairs.

  I took those stairs two at a time and then I kissed her and pulled her against my hips roughly. I was back, full swing.

  I grabbed her hand and tugged her towards her room, pushing her door open swiftly with my other hand, not caring about how it banged and rebounded against the wall. I pulled her in front of me and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her softly as I backed her up against the bed, until her legs reached the edge. I continued pushing, gently falling on top of her but still not breaking away from her lips. She snaked her hand up my chest and her little hands fisted into my hair, tugging hard and making me groan against her mouth.

  I pushed away from her to undo the knot in my tie but her hand flashed out and grabbed my wrist, halting my movements.

  “No,” she panted with a sly smile, “the tie stays on.”

  I smirked, admiring her control.

  Her fingers ran smoothly down my shirt, her eyes following her movements as she began slowly to undo the buttons on my shirt. Once she finished, she paused, as if memorizing the image before she pushed the shirt off my shoulders, leaving it in a creased white heap behind me. I heard her let out a small whimper as she ran her fingers over the muscles of my chest and abdomen, her eyes hooded with lust and her breathing increasingly labored and heavy.

  I ran my hands up her arms, over her shoulders and across the collarbones visible beneath the button-down shirt that made her body look so amazing. I groaned as I unbuttoned the first two buttons and the top of her chest came into view, straining against the confines of her sheer black bra.

  “So sexy,” I breathed silently, more to myself than to her as I continued unclipping her belt and unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. I pushed it off her shoulders and she lifted her torso, allowing me to pull it off her completely. I tossed it somewhere behind me.

  The next few minutes were spent shedding each other’s clothes. The sounds of the various garments filling the floor surrounded us, along with our heavy breaths and moans of appreciation whenever a new body part was revealed. The temperature around us rose perceptibly and I brushed a bead of sweat from her neck before brushing my lips across the same spot, continuing a trail of kisses down, across her chest, kissing the sensitive skin as her whimpers of my name grew louder.

  I positioned myself between her thighs and sat up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  She let out a frustrated sigh and wrapped my tie around her wrist, jerking me towards her roughly. My lips brushed against hers as she whispered to me in a husky voice.

  “I want you, Kane.”

  I groaned and thrust my tongue into her mouth. And without any hesitance, I gave her what we both wanted.

  The heat and the anticipation of finally feeling her caused my body to shudder and she let out a sexy groan. Willing me to move against her, she lifted her hips, causing me to gasp into her neck.

  Control, Kane . . . control.

  Her heavy breaths were in my ear; her sweet scent, mingled with the faint musk of her sweat, was turning my mind hazy.

  I took a deep breath and lifted my head, looking at her face to distract me. Her gray eyes burned into mine with desire and passion. But as I continued staring at her, I felt them flicker and blaze with the love she felt for me and I smiled at her, sighing before kissing her lips softly and continuing.

  The air was thick and hot and I could feel the pleasure inside me building and building, reaching a new level. Moaning my name, she arched her back and shuddered, driving me over the edge. I exhaled a shaky breath against her neck as the pleasuring tingles shot through my body. I would never get over how good she felt. Nothing compared to that.

  A tranquil calm washed over me as I gained control of my breathing and lay beside her. I tucked my arm beneath her still-trembling body and pulled her against my chest. Her hand drew lazy circles against my skin as I closed my eyes and rubbed her back, stroking her hair softly.

  I heard her breathe a quiet laugh that sounded so calm and carefree that I found myself smiling down at her.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked her, my voice tired and low.

  She chuckled, her hot breath tickling my skin. “When I told my aunt that I would be fine before she left, I didn’t think I’d be this fine.”

  I laughed and pressed my lips against the top of her head, before smirking as I was reminded of something.

  I rolled us over so I was on top, my smirk still plastered on my face.

  “So, you like my tie, huh?”

  Her face filled with a light shade of pink and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her all-of-a sudden coyness.

  “Yeah,” she replied shyly, looking up at me through her eyelashes. That just made my body twitch in response.


  I leaned down to slowly kiss her lips, nipping at the skin lightly as she fisted her hands in my hair and deepened the kiss with her tongue. She squirmed underneath me and sighed against my mouth softly. I pulled away and kissed her cheeks and chin chastely as she ran her hands over my chest, smiling whenever her fingers brushed over the loose black tie around my neck.

  I stroked her cheek and down her neck continuing over her shoulders as she gazed up at me lovingly, her eyes flickered to my mouth before returning to my face. I chuckled and shook my head, because reading her was so easy these days.

  And right now my girl wanted my lips on hers.

  I leaned down and kissed her again, before a loud vibrating filled the room and shocked us apart. I looked around the room before spotting her cell phone on her side table, moving across the surface. I distractedly picked it up and glanced at the number, but the area code was unfamiliar and so I tossed it to the ground with a shrug.

  “Kane! I should answer it,” she scolded, her tone disapproving. I shrugged again and began kissing down her neck, ignoring her words.

  “Kane,” she sighed, trying to escape my grip but I tightened my hold on her.

  The vibration stopped and I lifted my head, smiling down at her in victory. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. “Why can’t I ever say no to you?” she sighed.

  I smirked arrogantly, “’Cause you can’t resist me.”

  She frowned up at me, “I know, and it only means you’ll get away with murder,” she muttered.

  I grinned and shook my head against her lips, “I won’t murder you.”

  I heard her giggle as I kissed her top lip, shifting myself between her legs again, but that damn vibration started up once more and she stopped, turning her head to the noise of her cell phone.

  “Kane . . . I should answer it,” she murmured to me softly, but I shook my head and lifted myself on my arms.

  “No,” I replied, kissing her lips softly as I positioned myself against her. I pulled away and grinned crookedly. “You can answer it after another round.”

  And just like that, we started all over again . . .

  35. REALITY COMES CRASHING BACK

  Suranne

  I smiled as his hard chest pressed against mine, his deep heavy breathing matching my own, and he buried his face in my neck, occasionally pressing light kisses to the skin there. I lifted my hand and ran it through his hair softly, relishing the smooth locks. His breathing calmed down as I continued stroking his hair.

  “You have to leave soon,” I sighed. “As much as I like having you here, my aunt will be back soon, and I don’t think I can handle anymore action.” I winced as I shifted my body beneath him, feeling the ache spread through my limbs. It was a good ache, an ache that screamed Kane Richards.

  But it was an ache, nonetheless.

  Kane rolled to his side, propping his head up with his hand. “To be fair, you instigated that last one,” he replied, with a quirk of his brow.

  “True,” I nodded and leaned over to kiss his lips gently.

  “So . . . your aunt and her boss, huh?” Kane mused as he lifted his other hand and rested it on my hip, his thumb rubbing small circles on the skin.

  I shrugged. “Yeah . . . I don’t know anything for certain, but I’m pretty sure they’re mixing business with pleasure,” I mumbled.

  When Kane didn’t reply I looked up at him and smirked when I saw his eyes suddenly lust over. He leaned over so he could whisper huskily in my ear, and I couldn’t help but giggle at his suggestive words for more.

  “Well, I dunno about you, but I’m hungry. It seems you’ve drained me of energy,” I teased and his only reply was a slap to my backside as I went to get dressed.

  ***

  “So, you’ll come over later today, right? I mean Ashley says she misses the shit out of you.”

  It was 3 a.m. and Kane stood outside my door, his arm resting against the doorframe above my head and his body leaning over me. I was trailing my fingers over his white shirt, occasionally tugging the black tie. I couldn’t help myself; there was just something about it that looked so sexy on him.

  I laughed and raised an eyebrow, to which he smiled back seemingly deep in thought. After a long pause, he replied, “OK, so she didn’t say the whole ‘shit’ thing, but whatever, she misses you regardless. You get my point. So what ya say? You coming?” His soft voice carried over to my ears and I shivered as I gazed into his large, pleading, chocolate-brown eyes.

  “Please come,” he whispered against my lips, and I hesitated, not sure whether I’d be able to face going inside his house again. The last time I was in his room, it was filled with anger and pain, as I had witnessed a different side to Kane.

  He seemed to understand my hesitancy, and he sighed softly, his face twisting in remorse.

  “We won’t have to go into my room,” he promised firmly. “We can just hang out downstairs. Y’know, with Ashley and Mom.”

  His voice caused a tightening in my chest. I had never heard him sound so vulnerable, apart from when he was talking about how his father died, that day at the park.

  Kane really was ashamed of his behaviour that night. I could see it on his face when his eyes met mine and then darted to his feet.

  “It’s fine,” I whispered back, because I loved him, and now knew that he felt the same way. I would walk through hell and back just to see him smile.

  His head snapped up, and his eyes were wide with hope. “Really?” he asked, shocked that I had agreed.

  I smiled and nodded my head. “Of course. I miss your sister, too. And I love going to your house. You know that.”

  His face abruptly relaxed into relief, and the smile that I had wanted to see on his lips finally came into view. He brought his hands up to cup my face as he kissed my lips several times.

  “I love you,” he sighed as his eyes closed and he remained smiling.

  I would never tire of those words leaving his lips. Ever.

  “I love you, too,” I grinned, feeling a deep warmth spread through me.

  Reluctantly he pulled away, looking at his car over his shoulder. “I should probably go,” he frowned. “But I’ll be back to pick you up later.” He seemed to be reassuring both of us. I nodded and forced a smile, not wanting him to leave, but he had no choice.

  His frown deepened, and his lips formed an adorable reluctant pout. “I kinda . . . don’t want to,” he muttered sourly, seemingly confused at this fact. I laughed and leaned up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his.

  “That’s what happens when you love someone . . . baby.” He narrowed his eyes playfully at me. “Whatever.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll be cool without you for a few hours.”

  “Mmmhmm,” I replied, my voice sceptical.

  “I’ll probably have stuff to do anyway.” His voice remained casual, and yet he still made no move towards his car. I tried to fight the smile from my face.

  “Yeah, me too,” I said, imitating his casual tone. At my words his eyes snapped to mine.

  “Like what?” he demanded. I once again fought off the grin that was threatening to spread over my face.

  “Oh, y’know . . .” I trailed off, eager to hear his response. I could see the curiosity in his eyes and something close to jealousy.

  “Well no, I don’t know, which is why I’m asking you to explain for me,” he replied sarcastically. I couldn’t contain it any longer; I broke out into a huge grin and chuckled, shaking my head.

  “What’s so damn funny?”

  I continued chuckling at his petulant face. Sometimes he was too cute. “I’m just messing with you,” I teased, pushing his chest playfully. He rolled his eyes but I saw his lips twitching up into a smile. After a few seconds he shook his head.

  “Whatever,” he said and leaned down, wrapping his arms around me and enveloping me in a tight hug. “Imma miss you,” he murmured into my ear, and I nodded, telling him that I would miss him as well.

  He squeezed me gent
ly then let go, placed a final kiss on my lips, and walked to his car. I watched him get in and rest his head against the steering wheel for a few seconds. His lips appeared to be moving, as if muttering to himself, and then he started the car and drove off without a backward glance.

  I sighed and walked inside, locking the door behind me. Too tired to do anything downstairs, I made my way up the stairs. I heard a distinct vibrating coming from my room, but didn’t have the energy to run for it, and so I continued lazily making my way up each step.

  I pushed open my door, my eyes burning along with the whole of my body, screaming for rest and, with sleep at the forefront of my mind; I collapsed on my bed, falling asleep within seconds. My last thought being that I’d forgotten to check who had rung me in the first place.

  The slam of the front door and my aunt’s voice trilling from the kitchen woke me up. I groggily looked at my alarm clock, and was shocked to see that it was in the afternoon.

  I guess that’s what Kane does to you, I thought to myself wryly, shaking my head and getting up to sit at the edge of my bed sleepily.

  “Suranne? You up, honey?”

  “Yeah.” I winced at how cracked and dry my voice sounded. I decided to have a shower, and grabbed some fresh clothes and a towel, telling my aunt that I would be down shortly.

  Contentment set in as the hot water cascaded over my skin and melted away the soreness of my joints. After spending a good half hour cleaning up and just enjoying the water beating down on me, I stepped out and dried off, brushing my teeth and blow drying my hair. As soon as the hair dryer shut off, I once again heard the vibrating of my phone. I dashed out of the bathroom and grabbed it, flipping it open just in time, without even looking at the screen.

  “Hello?” I breathed faintly, out of breath.

  “Hey baby!”

  “Mum?”

  The voice on the phone didn’t wait for my reply, it just carried on speaking.

  “Time to come home, honey, Mummy’s back and she missed you!”