Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
JESSICA
My hands clutch desperately at the silk bedding as I ride the edge of pain and pleasure.
With Kane, it’s a knife-edge, and I’m unsure which way the scales would tip.
When he grabs my neck in a fierce vice, I lose myself in the delirium of his aggressive fucking as he drives his thick cock into me again and again until my body has no choice but to yield.
This is what I love about Kane: he doesn’t treat me like porcelain.
Sometimes he’s gentle and touches me with a reverence that brings tears to my eyes.
Other times, he fucks me so hard I know I’ll be sore for days after, and sometimes I need that because it silences the noise.
The world is a loud fucking place, and if it takes a good dicking to silence it, who am I to complain?
Kane knows how to deliver. He knows how to fuck some silence into my head.
When we finally come, it isn’t quiet. That’s not a word I’d use to describe the animalistic sounds we make.
Kane, sweaty and trembling, grabs hold of the headboard before he swears against my neck as his muscles lock up.
I’m not far behind and the pillow muffles my moans as I finally fall apart around his throbbing length.
And for a few blissful seconds, my soul leaves my body.
Kane collapses onto his side.
He’s out of breath, and slick cum leaks out of me as he runs a hand down his face. He’s always attractive, but nothing holds a candle to freshly fucked Kane. His usually perfect hair is tousled, and I love knowing it’s because of me and no one else.
I snuggle closer, and he trails his fingers up and down my arm.
“I need to get home,” I say quietly.
I don’t want to, not while I’m this satiated in Kane’s arms, but I can’t stay here either. Chris is already angry and he’ll blow a gasket if I stay the night. I need to try to smooth things over with him. He can’t stay mad forever.
Right?
“You should stay here,” Kane suggests.
God, I want to.
“You know I can’t. I need to talk to Chris.”
“There’s no talking to your brother. He won’t listen.”
“I need to try.”
Kane sits up abruptly and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. I don’t like that he always gives me his back when he’s frustrated, that he retreats, refusing to let me in.
“Kane?”
Instead of replying, he gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom. The faucet runs, and seconds later, he returns with a damp cloth. A warmth sparks in my chest as he carefully runs the cloth over my tender folds.
His gentle touch and the emotion in his gaze make my heart ache in the best way possible.
“He’ll try to keep you from me,” Kane says, voice quieter than usual but with a strained bite.
I roll my eyes. “That’s nothing new and it won’t work.”
I’m done letting my brother dictate my life. It’s time he backs off.
Kane runs the cloth over my bruised skin, then dips his head to kiss the inside of my thigh until he’s just shy of my swollen sex.
We’ve already had sex twice today. I’m sore enough that it even stings when he blows on me, but I can’t help but buck my hips.
Because I’m insatiable where Kane is concerned.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he says. He nips my thigh with his teeth, making me gasp. “I want to keep you here.”
“I can’t stay here.”
Why is it so hard for him to understand?
“Yes, you can.”
“No, Kane.”
He flips me over and bites my ass. Then he asks why I’m so stubborn, and it’s a good question. I feel like I have to be, or I’ll fall too deep. I need to hold onto a sense of control, even if it’s not real.
“Why are you?” I counter, trying to look at him over my shoulder, but I choke on my words when he smacks my cheeks.
God, that hurt.
“Do you always have to talk back? I tell you I want to keep you here in my fucking bed, and you argue?”
“I can’t stay here. You know I can’t—”
He smacks me again, and the burn is instant and throbbing.
“What the hell?” I cry out.
Kane delivers three hard, brutal slaps in quick succession before massaging my raw skin and humming in satisfaction. “Don’t make me tie you to the bed. Because I fucking will.”
I don’t know why pain gets me off, but each ruthless slap makes me needier and wetter than the one before.
When Kane finally thrusts into me from behind and secures my wrists at my lower back, I’m a wet, panting mess, and he wastes no time making me forget all the reasons I should go back home to smooth things out with my brother.