Chapter 20
Kane
“Let me help you forget.”
I knew Daniella Antonova was having my brother’s baby. I did my research. I found out her due date and pieced it together—hence me showing up at her baby shower to drop my bomb.
And then I shoved the information aside, focusing on my own agenda.
Righting the wrongs that were owed to my family.
But tonight, when Brielle showed me the picture of the baby and she looked so much like my brother, it reminded me all over again of the domino effect that the Antonovs and Russos had set off that ended with my father buried six feet under—and nearly taking my mother down with him.
After my father’s death, when the Antonovs froze his company out, I didn’t argue.
I knew I wasn’t equipped to battle them in court.
So, I bided my time. I created a new brand.
Started from the ground up and played it smart.
I told myself that I wouldn’t make the same mistakes my father and brother had made.
To be successful in my line of work, it’s all about being patient and playing the long game. I did everything I was supposed to do …
Yet here I am, letting a woman control my emotions.
“Kane,” Brielle says, her brows furrowed in concern, “please, let me help you forget.”
I should tell her that what I need is to remember what her family did to mine, the years it took to rebuild from the destruction they’d left behind, that my brother lost his head while trying to avenge our father’s death and raped Daniella Antonov—and that’s why I have a niece who will never know we’re related.
I should remember that Brielle was supposed to be nothing more than revenge.
Only I don’t want to remember any of it.
Because I’ve fallen in love with the one woman who was off-limits. Despite the pain our families have caused each other. Even though she’ll most likely never return my feelings. I can’t stop myself.
From the moment I brought her up to my hotel room, I didn’t stand a chance.
“Okay,” I tell her. “Make me forget.”
I follow her upstairs to our bedroom, and when we enter, I wait for her to tell me what to do. Like the night in the hotel, I’m giving her complete control.
“Lie on the bed,” she says, her voice confident.
Lying on my back, I prop my head up with the pillow so I can watch her as she disappears into the closet and comes back out, holding one of my ties.
“This is my favorite tie of yours,” she says, sauntering over to the side of the bed. “It reminds me of the color of your eyes.” She climbs onto the bed and straddles my torso. “Lift your arms.”
Once they’re above my head, she goes about tying my hands together and then attaching them to the headboard.
“Should I be concerned at how easily you just did that?” I ask, making her laugh.
“Too late now.”
She wiggles her ass, and I clench my jaw, hating that I can’t smack it.
Taking the hem of her dress, she pulls it over her head and tosses it onto the floor, leaving her in only her pink lace bra and panties.
I’ve learned that Brielle doesn’t like things simple.
Even her undergarments are expensive and feminine.
She loves nice shit, and since I get the pleasure of seeing her in it, I’m not going to complain.
“Hmm, what should I do first?” she says, scooting down until she’s situated on my cock, giving me the perfect view of her body.
She drags her perfectly manicured finger down my bare chest and along the happy trail, stopping when she gets to the waistband of my sweats.
“You should suck my dick,” I tell her since I’ve been imagining her mouth wrapped around my shaft for weeks. “That would definitely help me forget.”
She grins and nods, and then surprisingly, she pulls my pants down my legs, exposing my hard length.
She wraps her fingers around my shaft and leans over, pressing a teasing kiss to the crown.
The swells of her breasts spill out of the top of her bra cups, and instinctually, I try to reach for her, wanting to touch her, only to be met with resistance.
Fucking tie.
“Kane,” she chides, glancing up at me through her thick lashes. “Be a good boy and don’t fight it, and I’ll make sure you forget about everything but me.”
Fuck, this woman. She’s going to be the death of me, I swear.
She licks the tip and makes a show of moaning when she gets a taste of pre-cum.
And then, like the fucking minx she is, she opens her mouth and takes me all the way down her throat.
My cock swells beneath her touch, and I force myself to think of shit other than her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock so I don’t blow my load.
Talk to Dominick about the mayor.
The deal with Jenkins industries.
That property I need to—
The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and every thought but Brielle sucking my dick fades away. She slurps and sucks, and in my position, I have the perfect view of the saliva that drips out of the sides of her mouth as she bobs her head up and down.
“Fuck!” I moan, tugging at my wrists, needing her to slow down. “Baby, I’m going to—”
She pops off my dick, and a string of saliva stretches from my shaft to her mouth, making me groan.
“Come here,” I command, needing to taste her lips.
She quirks a brow. “I don’t think you’re in any place to make demands.”
“Princess, you are the only fucking thing I’m thinking about. Now, get your ass over here so I can kiss you.”
She smiles softly, a light tinge of pink tinting her cheeks, and I fully understand why wars have been started over women. The way Brielle is looking at me, with her eyes wide in excitement and her lips puffy from sucking my dick, I would give this woman anything she asked for.
She shifts forward, her material-clad pussy rubbing along my shaft, and leans in, pressing her lips to mine.
I want to pull her closer, rip those fucking panties off her, and thrust up inside her, but since I can’t do shit, I simply kiss her.
My tongue slides between her lips, and I revel in the taste of her.
“Baby, take your bra off,” I murmur against her lips. “And then put those perfect tits in my face.”
She moans at my command and reaches around, unlatching her bra. Her breasts drop slightly, and when the cool air hits her nipples, they harden into twin peaks.
“Now, Princess,” I growl, needing her nipple in my mouth.
“Who’s in charge?” she sasses, contradicting her words as she moves closer, taking her breast into her hand and guiding it toward my mouth.
I lean in as far as the binds will allow and suck the hardened tip into my mouth. I bite down on it, then swirl my tongue around it to soothe the pain.
“Oh God,” Brielle breathes. “Don’t stop, Kane.”
She shoves her tits in my face, and I give each one the attention they deserve. Licking and sucking, I don’t stop until she’s writhing against my cock, the wetness between her legs soaking my shaft.
“That’s it, baby. Use me for your pleasure,” I tell her. “Slide that wet cunt along my cock.”
She picks up speed, grinding herself harder along my hard length. Her pussy is fucking soaked, her lower lips enveloping my shaft. She’s so fucking close. I can feel it.
I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking it as hard as I can, and when I bite down on it again, she flies over the edge, coming hard and loud.
“Oh my God, Kane,” she hisses, dropping her forehead into the crook of my neck.
“I want another one, Bri. Take those goddamn panties off and come sit on my face, baby.”
I slide down so my head is a bit lower as she lifts and pulls the material down one leg and then the other.
When I glance down at her neatly trimmed pussy, my cock swells. But I want that pussy on my mouth before I have it wrapped around my dick.
“Come here,” I tell her, nodding to emphasize my command. “Sit on my face.”
With lust-filled eyes, she climbs up me and situates herself on either side of my face, her pussy directly hovering over my mouth.
“Sit,” I growl, and she drops down, giving me exactly what I want.
It’s a bit harder without any hands, but I nudge her lips apart with my nose and quickly find her clit. As I lick her delicious cunt, she grinds her pussy against my face, using it to bring her closer to her orgasm.
“I’m so close,” she moans. “Right—”
I latch on to her clit, and she screams my name as her orgasm rips through her, soaking my face with her juices. I lap at them, swallowing every drop I can get, until she’s pushing back because she’s too sensitive.
“Do you have any idea how good you eat pussy?” she mutters, her lids starting to droop from her multiple orgasms. “I think part of your vows should be that you’ll eat my pussy every day for the rest of our lives.”
I bark out a laugh, ignoring the twinge in my chest at the fact that she just implied we’ll be married until we die. “I can do that, but right now, I need that pussy wrapped around my cock. I need to come in your tight cunt.”
She glances around, as if she’s looking for something, and I lose my patience.
“Now, baby. Stick my dick in that pussy.”
“I … I need a condom.”
I growl, and she glances down at me in shock.
“You’re mine, and I don’t want anything between us. Now, sit on my fucking cock.”
She reaches between us, wrapping her delicate fingers around my shaft, and then she lifts and slowly eases her way all the way down, sucking every inch of my dick into her warmth.
And then she starts to ride me. Working her hips in a hypnotizing rhythm.
I try to reach for her, but I’m denied by the fucking tie.
“Kiss me!” I grit through clenched teeth.
Her lips crash over mine, and we kiss one another in frenzied desperation. And when she comes again, I swallow down her screams and take over, thrusting into her from the bottom.
Her walls choke me as another orgasm hits her, this time taking me along with her. And as I fill her with my seed, I think about the bag of placebos I removed from under her cabinet, wishing I had switched out her pills with them, because I want this woman pregnant with my baby as soon as possible.
She’s mine. Till death do us part.