Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
KANE
Jessica wrings out the towel.
We’re back in her room, the door shut and locked. She led me straight here, telling me to sit on the edge of the bed. I was more than happy to comply. Let’s be honest, it’s fun when she’s bossy and feels in control.
The warm cloth brushes across my jaw, removing the blood and cleaning me up. Jessica struggles to look me in the eye, careful not to press too hard on the fresh bruises, but what she doesn’t realize is that she couldn’t hurt me even if she tried.
The towel comes away stained with blood, and Jessica rinses it out. She’s about to wipe my cheek again when I grab her wrist.
Why won’t she look at me? If I had to guess, I’d say she’s ashamed of what her brother did, but there’s no need to be. I would have done the same thing if it were my sister. Anyone would. Chris is protective of her, and no one can fault him for that. After all, it makes two of us.
“Please,” she says quietly, “let me clean your wounds.”
I let go of her hand, watching her carefully as she glides the cloth over a particularly sore spot on my cheek.
“I’m okay,” I reassure her, not wanting her to worry. None of this is her fault, and I wish she’d see that. Her chin threatens to quiver as she wipes the cloth across my forehead. Judging by the stinging pain, I can only guess my skin is split and bleeding.
Silence lingers between us as Jessica cleans my wounds. I try to think of ways to make her feel better, but aside from eating her pussy (which I’d gladly do, mind you), I don’t know how to show her that I’m okay.
“I’m sorry.” Her words interrupt my thoughts. “This is my fault.”
I grab her wrist again. “Don’t say that.”
“It is,” she insists.
“No. It’s not. Your brother loves you, and he’s worried.” I set the tray down on the floor, where it can’t be knocked over, and run my fingers through her hair. Anything to help her focus on something other than the guilt and shame.
“It’s not an excuse to hurt you like that,” she murmurs. “What if I hadn’t shown up when I did?”
“He wasn’t going to take it any further.”
“They electrocuted you with a cattle prod. They took it far enough.”
I’ll admit she’s cute when she’s worried and angry on my behalf. I kiss her, and my lip throbs when she bites down on the split flesh. Does she know what it does to me? I doubt it, but fuck, if it doesn’t turn me on.
A grunt slips out, and she tries to break away, but I tighten my grip on her hair and brush my tongue against hers.
Strawberries. Tart and sweet. That’s what she tastes like, and it makes me fucking feral.
I scoop her onto my lap, cursing the black leggings she has on as I all but tear them off. Those things weren’t made for moments like these anyway. Hell, I need her right this damn second.
I shove them down roughly and grip her cheeks, but there’s no way to fuck with them on. Not in this position. They’re only in the way.
She stands up and slips them all the way off. The sight of her sends a hard pulse of heat through me, and I rip open my belt.
Straddling my lap, she takes my hard cock and digs her nails into my shoulders like sharp little claws.
The way her cunt squeezes me on the way in has my head spinning.
I have to grip her hips and remind myself not to rush.
She feels too good, and I’m already closer to losing control than I want to be.
Her ass is a perfect fit in my hands as I guide her over my length.
“That’s it, fuck me, little thief.”
Her tight pussy grips me like a vice, and she throws her head back, moaning, but I won’t give in to her yet. It doesn’t matter that I could blow my load this second.
I glance at the door, my fingers bruising her hips as I pull her down harder, hoping for Chris’s sake that he’s left the house. No, let him hear how much she loves riding my dick.
I might not be able to fight him with my usual clinical methods, but I can fight back with this.
Weapons aren’t needed. I just need my girl to squeal.
Petty? Perhaps.
But why not kill two birds with one stone? Fuck my girl and give her brother the metaphorical middle finger while I’m at it.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
Long, filthy minutes of frantic fucking later, Jessica cries out, riding me harder as she tips over the edge. I’m not far behind. My balls draw up tight as she clenches around me, and I dig my fingers into her waist.
“Fuck, baby.”
Sweat glistens on her hairline and upper lip. Her cheeks are flushed as I run my tongue along her neck before biting down hard and groaning.
Fuck.
Every muscle in my back bunches up, rippling beneath my shirt.
I’m so close.
So fucking close.
Her pussy clenches, and I explode.
For a second, I’m pretty sure I blacked out. Wouldn’t be surprised. I might’ve even died and gone to heaven. Hell, I don’t fucking know.
When I finally catch my breath, Jessica laughs softly before kissing the corner of my mouth. “I was supposed to clean your wounds and look after you. Not take advantage when you’re injured.”
“Baby, I could be on my deathbed and still want you to take advantage of me.”
She bites her lip, uncertainty flickering in her beautiful eyes. I’m still inside her, throbbing. “Are you sure you still want to be with me?” she asks.
I rear back. “Where did that come from?”
I swear, sometimes she says the craziest stuff.
“My brother and his friends kidnapped you and beat you up.”
“So? Who cares? What part of I love you, don’t you get?” I tuck a strand of her damp hair behind her ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
I grip the back of her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my thumb.
“You think I can’t handle a little beating? Baby, I’d die for you.”
Jessica searches my eyes.
I mean every word. I will end up six feet under before I let her go. Because with her, I’ve finally found something good in my life. Something rare. Something like hope.