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She bites her lip after a moment, which I've noticed she does when she's thinking hard about something. It just makes me want to bite her myself.
“You have no idea how annoying it is to know that you can do that without even trying.” I let out a bark of startled laughter. Fuck, when was the last time someone made me laugh?
"You're the first girl to ride bitch. Is that what you're asking?" I glare at the back of his head, even though the admission makes the butterflies in my stomach take off. "Has anyone ever told you that you're shockingly charming?" He revs the engine. "It's practically my main descriptor."
And then Kane chooses that moment to shoot forward. The force of it is so strong, and so sudden, that my body jerks backward before I can do anything. With a shriek, I dig my fingernails into Kane's shoulders and try with all my might to stay on. Except, that was only a warning shot. Kane stops just as quickly as he started, and the whiplash slides me forward and plasters me right up against his back. I don't question the instinct; I just scramble to wrap my arms tightly around his waist.
"I got tired of always having to fight,” I add. “I needed to get away from it all." "Or maybe you were tired of surviving," she says absentmindedly, her gaze on where she's twirling her empty mug. "Maybe you wanted to learn how to live, instead."
And I realize that it doesn't matter that I barely know her, there's less and less that I wouldn't do for this girl.
“Good girl,” Kane praises, those two words doing more to me than my first boyfriend managed to do in an entire year. I think Kane knows it, too, because his lip twitches when I feel my cheeks flame.
"You play the part, but it's just an act, isn't it? Underneath all that lace and sweetness, you're actually a tigress. You're strong, and passionate, and you’re so fucking sexy."
You could be the greatest dancer that ever lived, and I'd still think the rest of you was more valuable."
“Am I right in assuming you have way too many of these ballerina outfits?” I straighten so I can see her eyes widen at the question. She nods quickly, biting into her lower lip in anticipation. “Good. Then I can destroy this one.”
"So wet, princess," I murmur against her lips. "Are you always this wet for me?"
"Touch yourself," I tell her, my voice like gravel. "Show me what you like, Isabella."
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to make you come on my fingers, and then on my cock. Then I’m going to take you out to get food before I have to go to work. Because I don’t just want to fuck you, Isabella. I know exactly what you were thinking last night, and I’m telling you right now, you’re not just a convenient piece of ass to me. Understood?”
“Now come all over my hand so I can fuck you on my bike like I’ve been dying to do.”
“Shhh, quiet, princess. You don’t want everyone to know how hungry you are for my cock, do you? That you’re not the good girl everyone thinks you are?”
"Fuck yes, that's what I was waiting for," he groans from behind me. "You should feel how hard your pussy just squeezed my cock."
"Give me one more, princess,” Kane growls into my skin. “Come all over my bike for me. I want it to be the only thing I can think of every time I ride it from now on."
"I figured you wouldn't want to go someplace nice with shredded tights and a wet pussy. But if you want the thrill, I'm happy to take you to a fancy restaurant just so I can get you off on some expensive velvet chair while we're being served by a guy in a tux."
“Look how messy you are, princess. Should we make you even messier?”
"What on earth does unhappy Kane look like?" I wonder sarcastically as I lean down to pull the pan out and set it on the stovetop. I'm so mesmerized by the sight of our cheesy, perfect meal, I don't realize Kane has stepped up behind me until his arms go around my waist. He tightens his grip and nuzzles into my neck, and his voice is quiet when he says, "It's getting harder and harder to remember."
"You're so fucking sweet," I growl into her mouth. "I could live on the taste of you."
"You want to suck my cock, princess?" I ask once I've put a fraction of space between our lips. "You want to get on your knees and show me how much you appreciate the orgasms I give you?"
"Since the day I first saw you, I've been thinking about what it would look like to dirty up this perfection."
“I’m going to enjoy stretching this pretty ballerina pussy with my cock,”
"Look how pretty you look like this," I purr in her ear. "You're not the prim and proper ballerina right now, are you? Not with my cock fucking your tight little pussy, out in the open where anyone could see you."
"That's all it took, huh?" I taunt. "One look at the way I fuck you and you want to come?" I pin her skirt between my forearm and her stomach, freeing up my hand to rub circles on her clit. "Go on then, come for me. Show me how much you love the way I fuck you."
"Come on my face while my tongue is in your ass, princess. Show me how dirty you are."
“I’m going to do the polite thing right now and give you a heads up that I’m going to steal your panties during dinner tonight,” he growls against my mouth. “Because afterwards, I want you to sit on the back of my motorcycle knowing that the entire ride home, I’m going to be thinking about that bare pussy leaking onto the seat behind me—and fantasizing about how quickly I’ll be able to lick it up as soon as we’re home.”
Because I would rather live in your world, with your arms around me and your heart against my palm, than anywhere else. I want you, Kane. Never doubt that."
