Chapter 7 #2
Kane laughs low, then slows his movements before he pulls out completely and stands back up. Confused, I finally look over my shoulder. “Why did you… What? I don’t understand.”
“I’m giving you what you want.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, wiping his wet fingers on his pants.
“What I want?” I slowly sit up. From this angle, he could pass for a monster. Tall. Handsome. Face shadowed in mystery.
He jerks his chin. “Leave.”
I scan the forest as if the trees will provide answers. I swear, Kane gives me whiplash.
“Go on. Leave.”
Leave? Go where? What is he talking about? Before I can stand up, he drives his expensive oxford into my ass, and I almost topple over from the humiliating shove.
What the hell was that? Did he seriously just kick me? Okay, it wasn’t hard, but still… He kicked me.
What an asshole!
I climb to my feet and look around for my shoes, which I’d lost in the struggle.
One of them is off to the left, but the other is nowhere to be seen.
I glance uncertainly at Kane as I bend to collect the shoe.
He’s acting weird, and I don’t know what to make of it.
Honestly? Not knowing my enemy’s next move is the scariest part.
Kane won’t just let me go. Not now that he has caught me.
I start to leave like he orders me to. I don’t know where to go, but I’m sure I can find a phone signal somewhere and call Chris for a lift… as long as I’m careful not to venture too deep into the forest. I don’t want to get lost.
Kane observes me quietly, arms crossed over his chest. The second I turn away, he grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me back, slamming me into his chest. A yelp tears out of me.
“You thought I’d let you go?” He encircles my throat with his hand, squeezing hard. “Seriously? Just like that? Are you that gullible, Jessica?” Sensuous lips press against my ear, and he whispers, “You’re mine.”
In the next second, he shoves me to the ground. I cry out as my hands hit dirt and scramble for the weapon before he can reach it. Just as my fingers graze the metal, Kane fists a handful of my hair and yanks me back.
Sudden sharp pain prickles across my scalp, and I claw at his wrists, screaming bloody fucking murder. Except the truth is…
I’m horny.
Tell me that’s not fucked up. He’s overpowering me, and instead of freaking out, my body’s like… yes, please? Jeez. I need therapy, but who can afford that crap?
Adrenaline surges through my veins. I roll onto my back and claw at his stupidly handsome face, raking my nails across his stubble as I squirm like a trapped, terrified animal. Kane, who hasn’t even broken a sweat, bats me away with ease.
He grinds his rock-hard cock against my clit through our clothes, and sparks of pleasure shoot from my core to my pussy.
Somehow, I manage to get hold of the gun in the middle of the struggle, snatching it off the ground while he’s distracted trying to pin down my kicking legs and unbuckle his belt.
I press it against his forehead. “Back the fuck up.”
His lips spread in a slow wolfish smile, but he does as he’s told, with his hands held up in front of him. “Easy there, tiger.”
The moment he eases back on his haunches, I take the opportunity to stand up, feasting on the sight of him in front of me.
“What to do with you, Kane Ravencourt?” I ask, keeping the gun steady on him in case he tries anything.
“Ask me to eat your pussy,” he answers.
I shake my head, letting out a humorless laugh. “No, you don’t get to say what happens here. And you don’t deserve my orgasm.”
He quirks a brow but stays silent, and I cock my head as I study his shadowed face beneath the moonlight streaming through the canopy of leaves overhead. His white shirt is creased and covered in dirt, and his dark hair is mussed and flopping over his brows. He looks positively filthy.
I jerk the gun at him. “Get your dick out.”
A muscle clenches in his jaw before he finally rips his fly open with eerily controlled movements and frees his cock. The engorged length pops out, standing proud and hard.
Kane rests his hands by his sides. “What now, little rabbit?”
The sight of him scrambles my brain. Hard. Long. Veiny.
I swallow and force myself to focus. “Jerk yourself.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responds dryly, making my teeth grind as he gives his cock a quick tug.
“Slower.”
His hand slows down, and I follow its enticing movements up and down the long shaft. Kane is blessed in the dick department, that much is for sure. Not that I’m surprised in the slightest.
He tightens his jaw again, and I suppress a smile at seeing him struggle to hold back. “If you come before I say it’s okay, I’ll shoot you, Kane.”
“You won’t shoot me.”
I fire a shot into the ground, and sleeping birds erupt from the trees. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Kane barely flinches, watching me with those focused eyes as if he’s waiting for me to do something that’ll give him an opening to steal the gun from my grip, except he’ll wait a long time. I’m in charge now.
“Is this how you fuck yourself when you’re alone?” I tilt my head, letting my attention drift lower to where he’s squeezing a bead of precum from the tip. My mouth waters, but I keep my expression neutral. “Be a good boy and show me.”
“Call me a good boy again and—”
I take aim at his head. “Show. Me.”
A grunt escapes him, and he picks up the pace, filling the quiet night with the sound of slapping skin.
“That’s better.” I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together. “Such a good slut.”
He’s on me in a swift move, but I’m not a privileged girl from his part of town, nor was I born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I’ve had to fight to survive, and I’m not letting him take charge.
I end up on my back, a protruding root digging into my spine. Kane glares down at me, frozen now that I’m pressing the gun against the underside of his jaw.
“So feisty,” I whisper, feeling him tremble as he keeps his weight off me, eyes dark with explosive rage and lust. “I bet you’d be a good fuck right now with all that pent-up anger.”
“Why don’t you test that theory?” he bites out.
My pussy weeps at the shadowy darkness curling around his voice. “Nu’uh.” I give a small shake of my head. “You’ll never fuck me, Kane.”
“I could take that gun from you,” he grinds out, and my smile grows even wider.
“But you won’t,” I reply.
He gnashes his teeth, and I push harder into his jaw and lift my head off the ground. “Because you secretly like this.”
“We both know you won’t pull the trigger, sweetheart.”
“No?” I ease back down, then slip my hand between our bodies. Kane’s heavy cock twitches in my grip as I give him a firm stroke. He chokes on his breath, about to look away, but I force his gaze back on me with the gun pressed to his jaw. “Eyes on me, pretty boy.”
“Only because you ask so fucking nicely,” he says through clenched teeth.
“You really use that sarcasm as armor, don’t you?”
My wrist is soon aching as I jack him off while keeping the gun on his jaw. Kane glowers at me, his hips stuttering despite his best attempts at acting unaffected. I don’t know why this gets me off so much, but it doesn’t matter. I want more.
“You’re crazy, you know that, right?” he mutters, voice choked with desire.
“All the best women are, Kane. You’ll soon learn that.”
I trail the gun lower, and his Adam’s apple jumps against the barrel. Is it weird that I think he has a sexy throat?
“What’s your plan here?” he asks, briefly squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck.”
“You asked me that last time.”
“You’ll owe me two orgasms after this. And I will collect.”
I lift my head off the ground again and whisper his name. He opens his eyes, and I hold his gaze as I bite my lip and say, “You can always try, Kane Ravencourt. We’ll end up back here.”
“At least tell me you’ll fuck your pussy tonight and think of me.”
“No.” I move my head in a slow refusal. “I’ll think of someone else.”
A low, simmering growl rumbles in his chest. “Who?”
“My boyfriend.”
I don’t have one, but it’s fun to taunt him. He makes it so enjoyable when he spits out a curse, shooting jets of hot cum all over my dress.
One thing is for sure: Kane Ravencourt isn’t wrong.
I’ll fuck myself to the thought of him, just like I’ve done almost every night since that day in his father’s office.
And that’s the problem. He let me explore a kink that would make most men shy away.
Now I want more. Kane might as well pierce a squirming worm on a hook and toss it into the lake.
It’s only a matter of time before I bite. And he knows it.