Chapter 31
Kane
Panic had my hand shaking where I cupped Lovelyn’s cheek. “Wake up. It’s me. Wake up, please.”
Her head lolled. I snapped on the light, and my stomach dropped. On her bedside table was a small brown pill bottle and a water tumbler.
No, no, no.
Running my arms underneath her, I lifted her higher on the pillows, leaving a smear of my blood on her sheets. “What did ye take? How many?”
She was breathing, her skin flushed. At my repeat of the question, her eyelids fluttered.
“Kane?” she whispered.
“The pills, Lovelyn. How many?”
“One.”
I snatched up the bottle, cracked the lid, then poured the tablets onto my palm, counting out twenty-seven. What did the bottle say? Thank fuck, twenty-eight supplied.
A small part of my panic faded, enough for me to toss the handful into the bin then read the medication name. Nothing I’d ever heard of.
“What is it?” I demanded.
Lovelyn’s lips parted. “Se-da-tive.”
She drooped into the pillow, eyes closed again.
I didn’t like it. I couldn’t stop the fear of finding her out cold, even if I knew she was safe. That she’d sleep it off.
I didn’t want her to.
“Don’t fall asleep on me. Stay awake.”
“Make. Me,” she managed.
“How?” It wasn’t poison. She wouldn’t have an antidote lying around.
Lovelyn breathed deep, inflating her chest and drawing my attention down to her tits. She was wearing my t-shirt to bed, like she’d done in my room in the warehouse. That time, I’d watched her on my phone screen and died over how perfect she looked in my clothes.
Now, I just wanted it off her.
I lowered my forehead to touch hers, my eyes closing and my heart racing so fucking fast it might burst. “Listen, if you want me here, I’ll stay.
I’ve driven four fucking hours to reach ye in terror that someone else would get here first. I had Mila and Convict guard your house and couldn’t even talk to them when I arrived.
All for fear of what I was going to find. I’m so fucking…”
I hauled in air, unable to finish the sentence because I had no idea what I was. Only how I was feeling: Out of control. Running on fumes. An ache at my shoulder from a bullet wound I’d taken right as my team had descended on the scene. At least adrenaline held that at bay.
“Kiss. Me,” she forced out.
Fucking Christ.
I tipped her head to one side and pressed my lips to her jaw. Lower, over her fluttering pulse.
It spiked a need in me so deep I had only one path to follow.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to use up all this energy on your body while ye don’t need it. I’m going to do whatever I like, and you’ll take it. You drove me to this, Lovelyn. Tell me no if ye disagree.”
She didn’t speak. That was fine.
She could feel. Everything I was about to do.
I yanked down the blanket, more of my blood staining it in patches.
I stared for a beat at the visual of how I felt inside.
Bleeding out. Not because of my wound, but over Lovelyn.
Never before had I lain in bed with a woman.
I’d done everything I could to avoid the closeness, yet the claustrophobia that should push in on me from all sides didn’t spike.
I’d left her bedroom door open, knowing the house was empty, but it wasn’t that.
I just needed her. More. All.
I stared down at her soft body. My t-shirt had rucked up around the top of her thighs, and I yanked it off her, spilling her tits free. Fucking hell, she was beautiful. Mouthwatering. Every part of her rounded and thick.
Her only other item of clothing was a pair of thin shorts. In a heartbeat, my blade was in my palm and slicing those through. Revealing her cunt for me to admire.
That was enough of my weapons. I wasn’t wasting a minute of not being inside her. I didn’t want to play. Not at first. I had to come in her, fill her up, lose the edge of my mania.
Climbing from the bed, I tore my clothes off, my shirt drawing over the scratch at my shoulder so more blood trickled down my chest. My dick sprang free from my black jeans, then, finally naked, I knelt back on the bed.
Nerves strung me up tight, like I was some virgin teenager doing this for the first time.
“Stealing my firsts, Lovelyn.” I encircled her ankle and moved her leg out, holding on to the other for leverage.
Making space for me between her thighs.
If she’d been awake, she’d want to be kissed. To be played with, tormented, and loved on until she was ready for me. Lucky for me, and my dick which was so fucking hard I could barely see, Lovelyn wasn’t conscious enough to make any demands.
She was wet, though. Her cunt gleamed in a welcome sight that would never leave my brain.
Teenage-me would get his way.
Like I did when I chased her, I got my dick into position and thrust inside with no waiting around, swearing at the tight fit and instant flood of deep need at the force I needed to get inside.
Her head rolled on the pillow. The next buck into her jiggled her tits.
I repeated it, getting faster while staring at her chest.
This. Her soft body under my grip. Her safety in my hands. I needed it so fucking badly.
“Goddamn it, flower girl. I need ye to never take one of those pills again, do ye hear me? But at the same point, this is a gift. Understand? Giving me your body like this. You don’t know what you’ve done.”
I wouldn’t have done this with her awake. At best, I could’ve pinned her to the hallway wall then fucked her until we both came, but after, walked away. Kept my distance until the sensation wore off and I could think straight again.
She had no idea how I couldn’t breathe around her. More than just from kissing her. When she smiled at me. Laughed. Touched me. I wasn’t sure when it started, but it was getting stronger in line with my addiction to her.
“Don’t. Stop,” she managed.
A burst of speed had me sawing in and out like a madman. My arms shook where I braced over her. All night, I’d play with her. I’d explore her in all the ways I wanted.
Blood dripped onto her belly.
I swiped a finger through it and painted it over her bottom lip. Lovelyn’s tongue darted over it. I stilled and dropped my mouth to hers for a demanding, one-sided kiss.
Without warning, I came.
I groaned. This was never going to have lasted long. Not with how messed up I was, but that was fine. She didn’t know.
Collapsing on top of her felt too good.
My orgasm rinsed my brain of anything but pure satisfaction.
Lazily, I worked her a few more times then rolled off.
On my elbows, I watched my cum seep out of her.
I’d never wanted kids, but somehow, I had a breeding kink with this woman.
The safe kind where I couldn’t actually get her pregnant.
Just the thought of my cum inside her was enough to get me hard again.
And the wildness returned with a vengeance.
Climbing off the bed, I paced to the window and back. Lovelyn’s room had a bookshelf on one wall, a dressing table on another, and her bathroom through a doorway. All pretty and neat. Floral designs everywhere.
Just like how I’d wanted my personal possessions used on her, I had the urge to leave my mark here. Another series of steps took me back to the window, and I wiped the sweat from my brow on her curtains. That way she could pick up the faint smell of me when she was next in here alone.
An idea took shape. From around the room, I collected personal possessions.
A hairbrush, her tumbler, then I slid open a drawer.
Bingo. A pink vibrator. Back on the bed, I eased her hairbrush handle inside her, coating it in our cum, swiping more on my fingers to trace over her tumbler.
I dabbed it on the bedframe and her side table.
When I eased the brush handle in and out, she moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering. My heart lurched. I didn’t know she was awake enough to enjoy what I was doing.
Fuck, she’d missed out the first time. I’d come and she hadn’t.
I had until I collapsed to force as many orgasms into her flesh as was humanly possible, the side benefit being just how much I’d get to play with her body.
I had work to do.