Chapter 10
TEN
JESSICA
Along pause stretches between us as the dim light casts shadows beneath his dark eyes and across his sharp features. He’s slipped a hand into his boxers, touching himself while he waits to see what I’ll do. Will I obey or resist? Will he force me to submit or let me go? Do I even want to leave?
“Every time I see your perfect lips, I think one of two things.” The veins stand out in his forearm where his crisp shirt is rolled up. “What they feel like against mine when I kiss you. They’re so fucking soft. I know that now.”
“What’s the second thing?” My gaze drops to his hand as it moves with practiced ease inside his boxers, and saliva pools in my mouth at the sight.
“How they’d look stretched around my cock while I fuck your sweet mouth.”
He beckons me closer with a finger, still pleasuring himself, his smirk pure devil in expensive clothing. “On your knees, Jessica Holt. Show me what a good girl you crave to be.”
“I’m not a good girl.”
“No?” He pulls his hand free and lowers his boxers until his rock-hard cock springs free. “You have a choice, little rabbit.”
I gulp. It’s impossible not to feel a sharp, delicious sliver of fear when faced with Kane’s thick cock.
“You either drop to your knees and give me what I want. Or you run, and I take what I want.”
“And what if I say no?”
“Then just tell me so, and I won’t.”
My silence says it all. I want him to take it.
A pearl of precum drips from his cockhead. He pulls his boxers back up, opens his nightstand drawer, and takes out a gun. My eyes widen as he removes the safety, a smug grin on his face, as if he knows exactly how much the thought of overpowering him affects me.
“Want this?” He beckons me again. “Come and get it, little rabbit.” And then he carefully lowers it onto the desk behind him.
All I have to do is get past him somehow. Outsmart him and grab the gun.
“What if I don’t want a weapon?” I ask, lowering myself to my knees, and Kane tilts his head, studying me in the glow from the nightstand light.
“Then I’d say you’re foolish. I won’t go easy on you.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.”
His eyes narrow, and I smile sweetly.
“You want my mouth? Come and get it.”
A filthy chuckle rumbles in his chest. He knows I’m playing him, and he knows I’ll try something.
I wish I knew what that something is, but I don’t. I have no tricks up my sleeve. The moment he gets close enough, I’m making a run for it.
It’s a terrible plan, but it’s all I’ve got.
“What are you gonna do, Jessica? Try to fight me?”
My clit tingles at the thought. “What if I do?”
“Then I hope you’re prepared to fight with all you’ve got.”
My attention flicks past him to the weapon, but then he steps closer again, and I spring to my feet, determined to run past him.
He shifts to the side, blocking my way, then wags his finger at me as if I’m misbehaving.
“You’re turning me on, baby. Careful now.”
Dammit. The gun is right there behind him, but I can’t reach it with him in the way. I can’t overpower him; my build is too small. I glance over my shoulder, heart pounding from the adrenaline of this game. The risk of getting caught and screwed has sweat forming on my neck from the anticipation.
“What are you gonna do, little rabbit?” The deep, sinful tone of his voice fills the air. “What are you gonna do when I overpower you and make you scream my name?”
“You have to catch me first.”
The second those words leave my lips, I turn and run for the door, racing across the expensive rug.
Of course, he’s faster. I’ve barely taken three steps when his muscled arm wraps around my waist, yanking me against his firm chest. He lifts me off the floor, and I squirm to break free as he carries me to the bed.
He effortlessly throws me down, and I bounce on the soft mattress, tangled in black silk sheets that smell of his intoxicating cologne.
His fingers grip my ankles, pulling me further down the bed.
I snatch a pillow to throw at him, but he ducks out of the way, flipping me over and hooking his fingers into my jeans and panties.
I kick at him as he yanks them down my legs, but I’ve never felt more aroused in my life. My next kick lands in his gut.
He grunts, releasing my pants, now bunched at the top of my thighs, exposing my pussy. With a look that’s way too intense, he climbs onto the mattress and grabs my chin hard enough to make me cry out before I can escape.
“Baby.” His hard voice drips with honeyed arousal and delicious devilish intent. “You’re a little brat tonight.”
I’m always a brat.
Blood rushes beneath my skin as his punishing fingers bruise my cheeks, forcing my lips into an O. My jeans trap my thighs, but even so, I’m painfully aware of the sticky wetness there.
“Looks like you have to take what I give you tonight, sweetheart.”
To prove his point, he presses his middle finger inside me.
I cry out, and Kane hushes me, turning my face to the side as he fingers my cunt until all I can focus on are the wet sounds between my thighs, his harsh breaths near my ear.
I love every second of his roughness and how my body yields to his will, even when I try to resist.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, his fingers wrapping around my neck. A gasp escapes my lips at his surprisingly fierce grip, and my pussy clamps down around his pumping digit.
This is about control.
A delicious power game between us.
“Wettest pussy I’ve ever fingered,” he taunts. “Is it all for me?”
“No, it’s for your fucking brother,” I hiss, overwhelmed by a surge of something ugly and toxic, something that wants to lash out. Wettest pussy he’s fingered? How many women has he had like this?
Rich prick.
Flipping me over with a dark look, Kane pins me down, his grip firm on my neck as he lowers his jeans and boxers just far enough to free his rock-hard cock.
The luxurious silk quilt muffles my screams as I struggle, but it’s useless. Kane barely breaks a sweat while I claw at the bedding, wriggling to escape.
When he yanks my hair and pulls my head up, I cry out for a different reason because that shit fucking hurts. He leans down, speaking against the shell of my ear.
“See that gun on the desk? So close yet so fucking far. What a shame, little rabbit. What a fucking shame.”
And then he takes me with one hard thrust.
Delicious, burning pain courses through me, despite how wet I am. There’s no preparing for his size. I cry out, half scream, half moan.
“Still thinking about my brother?” There’s a strain in his voice as he grabs hold of the headboard and fucks into me ruthlessly. “Still thinking about him doing this to you?”
He presses my face into the silk to muffle my response, but that doesn’t stop him from taunting me even more.
“Or are you thinking about my friends? All of us at once?”
My core tightens and pulses. I moan into the blanket, arching my back for more. I’ll come in no time if he keeps this up.
I don’t want to fuck his friends. Kane knows that, but the forbidden thought excites me on a primal level. My body reacts when he taunts me like that.
“Damn, this fucking pussy.” He grunts, rocking his hips deep. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Likewise, Kane Ravencourt. Fucking likewise.
Thoughts of returning home are far from my mind now as he drives his thick cock in and out of me while my pussy grows even wetter and swollen. The wooden headboard bangs obnoxiously against the wall, but for once, I don’t care about being overheard.
Nothing matters except the incredible sensation of him inside me as he drills and drills and drills.
This is what Rain calls cock drunk, a term I used to scoff at, yet here we are, eyes rolling back in my head when Kane rips my head up by the hair, driving his snapping hips against my ass.
I’ve never heard such a lewd, erotic sound before, but then again, no one has ever fucked me this hard either.
My walls squeeze around his cock, and I moan loud enough to wake the dead.
“You like that, baby?” His fingers tangle in my hair as he tilts my neck at an awkward angle. “You like a hard fuck?”
That’s to put it mildly. I had no idea sex could feel this good.
Another one of my broken moans fills the room before Kane slips out and flips me over like I’m a sex toy for his pleasure.
After he sits me up against the headboard, he kneels in front of me with his slick cock gripped in his fist. I barely draw a breath before he thrusts into my mouth.
The solid weight of his dick presses into my throat, and I gag before I can swallow, but he doesn’t let up.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, baby,” he instructs, his voice thick with lust as he sinks deeper. “There’s a good girl. Take what I give you.”
And then he begins to rut, one hand tangled in my matted hair while the other braces against the wall.
“Fuck, that’s it. God, you’re so pretty. Look at me.”
Tears slide freely down my cheeks as I peer up at his heavy-lidded eyes. Then I choke around his thick length, my stomach convulsing. He curses and thrusts deeper into my throat, three more times… four.
His snapping, forceful movements slow, turning languid and lazy. He tightens his grip on my hair and watches himself claim my mouth.
A beat passes, and then hot, salty cum fills my throat in quick squirts. The sticky release seeps between my stretched lips and pushes from my nostrils when I cough and splutter around his cock. A guttural groan vibrates his chest, his thighs quivering.
“I wanted to see your cunt drip with my cum,” he says, breathless, “but that bratty mouth…” He shakes his head, laughing quietly. “It needed a good fucking.”
I would glare if I could, but I’m still pulsing between my legs, and with his taste on my tongue, I’d do just about anything for release.
Kane cups my chin and gently rubs his thumb over the swollen flesh of my bottom lip. “You should see your mouth now. Red and swollen and so damn pretty. Freshly fucked.”