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I hurry to get my last words out. “If we’re neighbors, then you should know if you ever need anything, I’m in apartment 2B—” Kane slams the door in my face.
readjust my purse strap in an attempt not to fidget. “Your fight was awesome,” I blurt out. That finally gets his attention. Turning toward me, he gives me a mean smile. “Did the blood turn you on, rich girl?”
missing a beat, I say, "You know, princess just makes it sound like you're flirting." Lowering my voice, I add in an almost-whisper, "Are you flirting with me, Kane?"
I can't help but wonder if that's a good descriptor of Kane as a person: shrouded by darkness at first glance, but with so much fiery light hidden beneath the surface.
"I bet you could come just like this," I continue to taunt, my voice getting quieter with every inch that disappears between us. "Couldn't you?" She shakes her head quickly with jerky, desperate movements. I lean forward and press my lips to her ear. "What a pretty little liar you are," I whisper.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride on my way home.” “Why, so you can make me come on your lap again?”
“Hang on and try not to come again.”
"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."
Kane doesn’t wait for me to recover. He simply reaches between us and starts to undo his belt. "Lift up for me, princess," he orders. "Feet on the pedals, hands on the handlebars. Hold yourself up for me so I can settle that sweet pussy in my lap." Delirious, I do as he asks. I grip the handlebars,
"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."
"I said watch me," I growl, my hips never slowing. "Watch as I make you come." I feel her swallow against my hand. I'm entranced by the sight in the mirror before me, of my tattooed hand against the perfect, porcelain skin of Isabella's neck. I flex my grip once more, just to see her react to the same sight.
"Kane," I choke out, my hands seconds away from tearing my cushions to shreds. "I'm going to—” "I know," he growls, his fingers driving deeper and his tongue swirling quicker and quicker. "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.”
"I'm not going anywhere," she says softly. Then she presses a sweet kiss to the corner of my mouth. "You don't scare me," she adds in a whisper.
This isn’t your 1 last shot to get it right, this is us trying, every day.
Together. 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."
