Chapter 11
11
EVELINA
S ilence settled around the two of us, thick and intoxicating. I focused on Kane, who seemed wide awake now, but I could see his pupils were still dilated, so I knew he wasn't completely coherent, even if he seemed like it.
Although his expression was apathetic, I saw the muscles in his arms flexing against his restraints. His head was lowered, but his eyes seemed so dark and were trained on me.
The space between us was tight, and I couldn't get much closer than I already was, but the couple of small steps I could make… I took them. The small filet knife was cool and steady in my hand. The blade caught the light of the fire he’d started about an hour ago, and then I tilted my head, drinking him in.
God, he looked good, even better than before, because I tied him up and he was at my mercy.
He looked raw in the way I imagined someone who was primal and untamed would appear. His chest rose and fell with restrained power, the dominance pouring off of him despite Kane not having the power right now.
Or did he? Did I think I was the one in control, but it was just a mirage?
“You look good like this,” I murmured, trailing the tip of the knife down the bare upper part of his chest, just barely grazing the shirt stretched tight over his skin. “You’re so big… the biggest man I’ve ever seen, if I’m being honest.” My breath caught. “Yet you look helpless, Kane.”
That darkness in his gaze seemed to expand as he held my stare with his. I didn't know what this look in his eyes was… until I did. I recognized it.
It was hunger.
“You're insane,” he said low. Deep. His voice was rough, but it only made me smile and had my pussy clenching.
God, I was wet.
“Maybe,” I whispered, leaning closer, the knife catching under the fabric of his shirt.
“But so are you.” I sliced through the material, revealing the hard, rigid muscles beneath.
For a second, I just stared at his chest, and I let my fingers follow the path I made with the blade, grazing his bare skin and then pressing the tip of the knife right above his navel until he flinched. A thin line of blood formed on the little cut I made, and a low sound escaped his throat.
“But you like it, don’t you?” I leaned in closer so our lips were only inches apart. “I want to fuck you, Kane.”
His entire body tensed, and his nostrils flared. He strained against his bounds, bringing our faces even closer together. “The only one doing the fucking will be me, Evelina.”
My pussy got wetter, hearing him say those words… hearing him growl out my name.
I dropped the knife to the floor, the weapon hitting the hardwood with a clatter. I straightened, stepped back, and started pulling up my sweater and the T-shirt beneath it. Kane’s eyes darkened even further as I tugged the material off over my head, letting it fall to the floor and lay by the knife, my top half now bare. I stared at the minor cut I’d given him on his hard abdomen, a slow trickle of blood trailing downward, as I yanked down my leggings, then stepped out of them.
“Lick it off,” he grunted and strained again. His upper chest was angled forward as his abdomen flexed and showed off his six-pack.
I was panting as I sank to my knees and crawled over to him. Maybe he had the power after all, because here I was, crawling to him like his devoted little slut.
“Do it, Evelina. Run that sexy tongue all over my abs. Be a good girl.”
I rested my hands on his muscular thighs, ones that were big and hard like tree trunks, leaned forward, and while looking into his eyes, dragged my tongue up the blood trail and over the tiny cut. He groaned and growled, and I moaned. His blood tasted coppery yet sweet. I was already addicted.
“Now get up here, take my cock out, and put me inside of you.”
God, I was weak. Because… what did I do? I climbed onto his lap after scrambling out of my panties, undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and reached in to pull out the thickest, biggest, and longest dick I’d ever seen. And… Jesus Christ… the tip was dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum.
I straddled him, my thighs pressing against his hips, and I started rolling my center against his cock. He felt hard, hot, and undeniably aroused for me . I ground back and forth until he groaned.
I stared between our legs and watched his cock get even glossier as I rubbed my pussy back and forth on him, priming him with my juices.
“Look at me,” he demanded. When my gaze was locked on his once more, he gritted out, “I’ve given you enough time to think you had the power.” His entire body tensed, paused, and then before I knew what was happening, he flexed hard and snapped free of the zip ties.
The plastic flew out from behind the chair from the force, and the most evil grin he had ever given me spread across his handsome face… turning me on.
I gasped just as Kane curled his hand around my throat, tightened his hold, and cut off my air flow. He leaned in, pressed his mouth to mine, then dragged his tongue over my lips.
“Like I said… I’ll be the one to do the fucking.” He loosened his hold on my neck, but only enough for me to inhale sharply. And then he tightened his fingers once more, and I knew he felt the steady thump-thump, thump-thump of my pulse under his touch. “I’m going to fuck you like the animal I am. I want to fuck you until it hurts. Until my cum is leaking out of all your holes.”
I couldn’t hold in my moan, but it was strained because of his grip on my throat.
“Now, put me inside you, Evelina.”
The way he said that—so dominating and demanding—there was no way I’d even consider telling him no.
My pussy clenched in response to how powerful he was. I was so drenched my pussy juices all but poured from me, coating his massive cock. I reached down, realizing my fingers trembled, and grabbed the base of his erection. I rose slightly and notched the crown at my pussy hole, held his gaze with mine, and dropped down in one firm, hard shove.
Kane’s neck muscles and veins stood out in stark contrast as he groaned loud and long.
He let his head roll forward, his focus trained on my pussy, where he was lodged inside of me and felt like he was splitting me in two. I knew he could see how aroused I was, could see how my dripping pussy was coating my inner thighs. My arousal glistened in the firelight.
“Fuck, you’re the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever seen… ever fucked.” He had his hands on my waist, his big fingers digging into my skin, bruising me in a way I knew would leave me marked for days to come.
God, I wanted them to cover my body in purple and blue marks.
I licked my lips and moaned, not bothering to respond, just letting Kane continue to look at my pussy and know what he did to me.
“Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, my beautiful whore.” He looked into my eyes, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. He growled out, “Look at how fucking soaked you are for me.”
He used his strength to lift me up, his biceps bulging as he held my weight easily. He yanked me back down at the same time he thrust upward, really shoving that monster cock inside me. I was panting, my head dizzy, my heart racing.
“You want this so fucking bad, don’t you?” he purred darkly.
I was intoxicated with the feeling of being so full.
I couldn’t form words to answer, but I knew he didn’t really want me to respond.
Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me up high enough so that his cock slid out of me, making a wet slap against his firm belly. Kane let out an animalistic sound as he gripped his root and started slapping his shaft against my pussy. The wet, sloppy sounds of skin against skin turned me on even more.
I gasped as he slapped his dick on my pussy hard, and I shuddered.
He hummed in approval. “Dirty fucking slut. God, you’re a beautiful psycho.”
I was too worked up and needed to be fucked so badly that I was done with this twisted foreplay. I shoved his hand away, grabbed his length, and lodged the head back inside of me, sliding down his dick in one forceful drop. He fucked into me with brutal thrusts that had me crying out and bouncing on his lap. My hands found his shoulders, and I held on and let him take control of moving me.
His gaze was hooded as he stared at me, the dim light from the fireplace making it seem as if his eyes glowed from the inside out. Nothing mattered other than feeling good at this moment.
“You’re as fucking crazy as I am,” he snarled.
I took that as a twisted sort of praise and started fucking myself on him, riding his enormous cock, and slamming my pussy down along his length. Kane allowed me that control for just a moment before I felt his hand grip my hair and then tighten in the strands. He jerked my head back, baring my throat, and I gasped from the sharp pain. That sensation went right down to my cunt, heightening my arousal.
“Take it all. Take every fucking inch until you’re choking on it.” He leaned forward and growled, his mouth pressed to mine, his teeth clashing with my own. Kane didn’t kiss me. He just held his position as he lifted his hips, fucking me as I slammed my pussy down on him.
I was no longer the one with all the power. And I never had been, I realized. Not even when I had him bound.
He had one hand on my waist and the other painfully tangled in my hair, holding me still. He jacked his hips up, forcing me to take all of his cock, whether it fit comfortably or not. Kane stretched me to the point it was torturous, but God, it was good.
I could hear our wet, dirty, and sloppy sex sounds filling the small room and could even smell the sweet and musky scent of my pussy, because I was so turned on. Kane made deep, animal-like sounds, the vibrations slamming right into my body and zeroing in on my clit.
I moaned long and loud, my thighs burning as I straddled him, my muscles protesting from the position of being spread wide open for his pistoning cock.
“Know what I want from you?”
I couldn’t answer. I was too busy concentrating on the sensations that I didn’t realize I was biting my lip hard enough I broke the skin and tasted blood. Kane leaned in instantly and dragged his tongue over it, licking up the blood and groaning.
“Damn, you taste good.” He sucked on the minor wound, and I hissed at how painful but erotic that was. “What you’re going to let me do is come deep in your pussy,” he grunted and slammed up especially hard into my body. “You’re going to be my sweet, good girl right now and beg me for every drop.”
I panted, making these broken noises, because I was too high to say actual words.
“Does my crazy baby want to be filled so much that my cum spills out of her when I pull out and she stands up?”
“God, you’re nasty… and so fucking crude,” I finally groaned.
The image he painted slammed into my head, so vivid my pussy clenched over and over. I could picture Kane’s semen dripping out of my pussy and sliding down my inner thighs.
I curled my nails into his shoulders and ground my pussy on him, my clit rubbing along his root.
“I’m going to fuck you every day and make sure my cum is always seeping out of you. Might as well not wear panties, because they’ll be soaked all day from my jizz.” He let go of my hair and gripped the other side of my waist as he fucked me hard, lifting me up and pulling me back down.
He did this repeatedly until my orgasm came out of nowhere. The pleasure tightened my whole body, and I couldn’t stop the way my pussy clenched around his length, trying to draw him deeper inside.
His breathing came faster, more audible, and his movements were getting more erratic as he lost control.
“You hear your cunt sucking on my cock? How filthy that sounds?”
He growled and slammed inside of me one last, violent time and kept his body flush with mine. I felt him coming, felt his cock throb as he emptied his balls into me. He filled me up with his cum as he found his pleasure.
Kane lifted me enough he could gather his cum that slipped out of my cunt, brought it to my breasts, and smeared his seed all over them. He repeated the process but this time rubbed it across my mouth.
“Now, lick it clean.”
I dragged my tongue over my lips, obeying him, because I was a dirty slut for this convict.
He slammed his lips on mine, then snarled, “Want to know a secret?”
I nodded and panted, still holding onto him.
“I lied. I had no plans to let you go. You’re mine, Evelina.” He kept his eyes on me, and I knew this man—this predator—had just trapped me. There was no going back.
But now he knew I was a predator too, and whatever he gave, I’d give it all right back.