Chapter 2
TWO
JESSICA
Kane Ravencourt leans up against the doorframe with his ankles crossed and arms folded over his broad chest.
I already know from seeing him around town on the odd occasion that he’s big and stacked with muscle, but those quick glimpses didn’t do his impressive size justice.
Kane stands like a nightmare dressed in expensive cologne and unwavering confidence.
He’s tall, easily 6'4", with styled hair darker than the night and cold blue eyes.
His white shirt is crisp, and his sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, revealing veined forearms and a quiet strength.
The fabric is tailored perfectly and hugs his broad shoulders, while his dark pants are sharply pressed, ending just above polished oxfords that catch the light.
An expensive watch rests on his wrist, a sleek statement piece that reminds you that you’re beneath him. Everything about him is effortless, calculated and dangerous, and I should get out of here while I still can.
I swallow hard, trying to think of an excuse, but let’s face it. I’ve been caught with my fingers in the cookie jar.
Kane’s raised eyebrow demands a reply, and he tilts his head slightly as he waits me out.
I rack my brain for something to say or do, the bag heavy on my shoulder, but I can’t focus when that cold, calculating gaze dominates my attention effortlessly across the room.
Maybe it’s the money talking, but Kane’s energy is bigger than the office.
It’s a struggle to breathe when he stares at me like that.
“Thought you could help yourself?”
God, why does this man’s whiskey voice sound like it’s whispered directly in my ear like a delicious threat?
A shiver slithers down my spine like a lingering caress before I can stop it, and I have to physically shake away the image of his fingers on my spine.
What’s going on? I’ve never been this affected by a man before.
Power and wealth don’t impress me. But the way Kane demands submission just by looking at me, as if he wants to tear me apart, piece by piece, until I’m exposed and vulnerable at his feet for him to crush beneath his gleaming oxfords, makes sweat bead on my neck.
When I fail to respond, a dimple appears in his cheek, and he shuts the door and flips the lock.
There’s no escape… no other doors except the one behind him.
“It seems I caught a little rabbit.” His deep voice carries across the vast space, as cold as his arctic gaze. I inch back when he takes a predatory step forward, followed by another one. We dance around the room, matching each other’s movements.
He’s herding me, I realize, when my hip bumps against the desk, so I quickly move behind it to create a barrier between us.
That sinful dimple in his cheek deepens, though there’s no humor or warmth in his smile.
It’s predatory.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.
“Where are you running, little rabbit?”
“I’m not your rabbit.”
“Hmm.” Silver rings adorn his thumb and index finger, catching the light with each subtle movement as he trails his fingers across the mahogany desk. His hands are strong and veined... the kind that look like they can make a woman come apart. God, it should be illegal to have such attractive hands.
Kane smirks like the devil when I meet his gaze, and my cheeks flush hot, knowing he caught me checking him out. “You’re not from around here. What’s your name, little rabbit?”
As if I’ll reveal my identity to him.
“What makes you think I’m not from around here?”
“The dress. Last season. The girls here wouldn’t be caught dead in it.”
Wow. Not only is he an asshole, but he’s observant, too.
“And your hands,” he continues. “The girls here spend their daddy’s money on manicures and pedicures, but your nails are short and without any nail polish.”
“Maybe I like my nails short.”
I dart to the right, hoping to get ahead of him, but he’s much sharper than I expected.
He anticipates my next move before I even think it, and I crash into his hard, muscular chest with an embarrassing squeak and tumble to the ground.
The items fall out of the bag, clattering on the polished floor.
Kane presses his expensive oxford on my chest to keep me down, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he tilts his head with a wicked smile that could disrobe a nun. “Well, well, well, little rabbit is on her back where she belongs.”
The velvety note of his voice settles between my thighs like a warm kiss, though the heat has nothing on the surge of anger heating my cheeks.
It has been one shitty fucking year, and I refuse to let this spoiled, privileged asshole humiliate me further, not when I’ve already sacrificed my pride to steal from a man like him to save my family.
“Fuck you.” I squirm beneath his shoe, and he presses down harder until I can hardly breathe.
“Careful what you wish for. It almost sounds like you want me to pound my cum into your tight little cunt until it’s trickling down your legs.”
I stiffen.
Wow… No one has ever spoken to me that crudely.
And I’m from the north side of town.
“Get off me,” I growl, shoving his stupid fucking expensive shoe, but it won’t budge.
My pathetic attempts must amuse him, because he chuckles deep in his throat—a throat I shouldn’t notice, but that defined Adam’s apple is impossible to miss. I’ve never wanted to bite one before, but now it seems like a very tempting idea.
“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you? Tell me, are you like that when you get fucked too?” A sadistic gleam lights up his eyes, and I freeze, refusing to acknowledge the rush of arousal that look sparks.
No, I’m not aroused by the way he pins me to the floor like a butterfly on a pinboard. Absolutely not.
Kane drops his eyes down my body, his salacious gaze lingering on my breasts. The front of my dress has slid down enough to reveal the creamy swell thanks to his shoe, but instead of degrading me further, he removes his foot and extends his large hand to help me up.
I stare at that hand like it’s a bomb about to go off. The seconds lengthen as his dangerous smile turns dazzling, the kind of smile that’s impossible not to stare at.
Perfect teeth like that only exist in toothpaste commercials.
“Afraid, little rabbit?” he asks, his words laced with dark humor.
He would like that, wouldn’t he? Men with inflated egos like him derive pleasure from exerting their power over others they see as inferior.
“Of you?” I scoff and take his hand. “Never.”
No sooner have the words left my mouth than I am hauled to my feet and tossed on the desk. I land with a hard slam, and the breath jolts from my lungs. Kane wraps his big hand around my throat, his warm breath on my mouth.
“You disappoint me. I would’ve thought a feisty thing like you would have sharper instincts.”
He goes to remove my mask, but before he can slide his fingers under the edge, I fetch the gun strapped to my thigh and press it to his chest.
Oh, how quickly the tables turn when you come prepared. Rich Boy never saw it coming.
“You disappoint me, Ravencourt. A powerful man like you should have sharper instincts by now, or perhaps all that privilege has given you a false sense of security, hmm? You see, girls like me from the wrong side of the tracks have to fight to survive. You think I’m scared of you?
” A wicked smile unfurls on my lips. “I’ve fought bigger enemies than you and won. ”
Kane looks down at the gun pressed to his chest before his blue, glimmering gaze meets mine, and the satisfaction that flickers in that dark abyss when I pull back on the hammer should scare me.
Kane is a ruthless man who never backs down from power games, and this—what I’m doing now—is a bad idea.
Every cell in my body knows the truth, that my behavior entices the darkest parts of him.
I’m waving a red flag to a bored bull. But Kane underestimates me, too.
He has no idea the depraved things I’m into.
Digging my gun into his chest, I force him back and guide him onto the desk chair, the springs creaking beneath his weight.
“Now who’s the rabbit?” I straddle his lap, tipping his chin higher with the gun, and that unwavering, icy gaze stays locked on mine while I rip open his belt.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Kane?”
“Does it matter? You seem pretty desperate.”
“I don’t play with other women’s toys.” I lower his zipper, high on the thrill of having such a large, powerful man under my thumb.
“I’m no one’s toy,” he replies, his voice a low threat, full of venom.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I slip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his thick length. He’s a lot bigger than I expected. “In a world of money and power, you’re everyone’s puppet.”
A muscle clenches in his chiseled jaw. His dick is rock hard and throbbing in my grip.
“Did I hit a nerve?” My smile turns taunting.
“For it to hit a nerve, I would have to care. Newsflash: I don’t.”
Despite his poisonous words, a grunt escapes him when I start stroking his veined shaft.
“This is a cute little fetish of yours,” he says through clenched teeth, every muscle tense and ready to spring.
I hum and trail my thumb through a bead of precum on his crown. “What can I say? I like overpowering cocky wolves who underestimate their prey. You’ll soon learn that power is more than muscles and strength.”
My hand picks up pace and draws a reluctant, ragged groan from his throat.
“Power is wit and quick thinking. You underestimated me and played right into my hands.”
“Is that right? So what’s the plan now, little rabbit? Milk the cum from my balls? If you wanted to jack me, all you had to do was ask.”
A low laugh dances on my lips as I trail the gun lower, to his chest. It’s cute how he seems to think he can use his sharp words against me to regain control. I hold the cards here, not him, despite how big his cock is.
“That’s it, moan for me. Show me what a good little boy you can be.”
“Screw you,” he growls, low and cold, his cock twitching. “You don’t know who the fuck you’re messing with.”
“How the tables have turned. You’re not used to giving up control, are you? Let me guess. Women fall to their knees for you. All you have to do is ask them to bend over and spread their cheeks, and they obey without a second thought.”
I slow my strokes when I know he’s close, and he shuts his eyes and fists his hands on the armrests.
“Who’s bending over now, huh?”
That gets his attention again. He stares at my mouth. “Is this how you jack the guys you open your legs for? I’ve fucked fleshlights better than your sloppy touch.”
Such cute insults.
A slow smile creeps across my lips. Kane Ravencourt is delicious when he’s horny and fuming and dying to teach me a lesson.
When I get home tonight, I will have to take care of the throbbing ache between my legs while recalling the blazing fury on his face.
I lean closer, my mask brushing his nose. “Yet this sloppy touch is about to make you come harder than you ever have. How’s that for irony?”
My mask drags across his stubbly cheek, and I whisper near his ear, “Come for me, little rabbit. Come.”
A choked grunt escapes him, and he lets out a curse. Three strokes later, cum is squirting from his dick in thick ropes that coat his pristine shirt and mess him up.
Before he has a chance to recover fully, I climb off his lap, swipe my bag off the floor and run like my fucking life depends on it.
I half expect him to take chase, but something tells me that a proud man like Kane Ravencourt would rather take a bullet to the head than enter his own party, covered in cum and flushed from the fury of having been played at his own game.
With any luck, he’ll let this go and forget it ever happened, but the chances of that are slim.
Wave the red flag and watch the bull charge.