Chapter 11 #2
He flicks his sky blues between my eyes and mouth, and I hold my breath.
We are too different. What’s happening here will never lead anywhere good.
I’ve grown up hating the founding families and the privilege they wear like a badge while the rest of us struggle to make ends meet, but all that buried resentment is nothing but a distant echo now.
“I’m scared,” I whisper when he leans in to kiss me.
He stops, glancing up from my mouth. “What are you scared of?”
“I don’t know… this… us?”
“Hmm,” he hums, gazing hungrily at my mouth like he wants to tear into my fragile resolve. “Not sure why…” His ragged whisper shoots hot sparks straight to my core, which tightens like a coil. “…but I like how the word us sounds on your lips.”
Before I can object, he wrenches my tank top down, and my breasts bounce free.
“Fuck me dead. You have great tits.” He takes my pebbled nipple into his wicked mouth and sucks hard, palming the weight of the other.
Holy Christ, the tongue on this guy. I slap both hands over my lips to stop myself from screaming or something equally loud.
But fuck… My legs fall open like they have a life of their own.
“I’m gonna fuck these big tits one day soon. He squeezes them together, then does something that shouldn’t be hot but unravels me like a knotted string.
He locks eyes with me and spits in my cleavage.
Holy shit.
Why is that so hot? I suck in a sharp breath, my chest rising too fast.
“Yeah, I like the look of that,” he murmurs, swirling his tongue over each nipple. “I’m gonna come all over these tits until it’s dripping down your sides.”
The mouth on him. That tongue…
“Kane, this is wrong.”
“Yeah?” He snatches up my nipple with his teeth, making a show of letting it slip out slowly.
“Why? Because you’re from Bleakmoor Falls?
Because you like the tongue of this narcissistic Heights a little too much?
Just think, baby, when I finally fuck you.
” He flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue until I quiver beneath him… vicious, quick flicks.
Truthfully, I never thought I could come from nipple stimulation alone, but this is sorcery.
The worst and the best kind of torture.
My pussy is clamping so tightly that he’d struggle to fit a finger inside if he tried.
“Falls cock will never satisfy you again.”
This is the moment I should come up with something witty in response or, better yet, kick him out on his ass.
Which would be satisfying as hell, I will admit. But I can’t think about anything other than that dangerous mouth he wields like a weapon of destruction.
Kane kisses a wet path down my body, and I lift my head off the pillow to watch his descent, having lost any sense of self-preservation.
“You owe me that orgasm, little rabbit, and I’m here to collect your debt. So be a good little slut and keep quiet.” He hooks his fingers in my shorts and slides them down my legs. I’ll go to Hell after this. Something tells me I’ll never be the same.
When he lowers his mouth to my soaked pussy and blows on my clit, his heavy eyes snare mine before he spits, causing me to twist the sheets with a whimper as he slides his large hands up my legs.
“It’s very important that you’re quiet for me, baby,” he says low.
“If your brother and his friends hear you, I might just lose my shit, you understand?” Those big hands curve around my thighs, and he spreads me open as far as my flexibility allows.
“Just the thought of another man hearing your erotic little moans and whimpers makes me want to commit murder.”
The mention of my brother cools me slightly. But before I can even begin to form a coherent thought, he drives his tongue into me.
No teasing. No soft swipe through my soaked folds.
He’s thrusting deep, sucking the juices from me and fucking me with his tongue like it’s his cock.
He can’t be serious, right? He thinks I can keep quiet during this? As-fucking-if.
I fracture. Whatever little ability I have left to stay quiet flies out the window the second his wicked tongue fills me up.
I’m vaguely aware of him smacking his huge hand over my mouth to muffle the mortifying sounds spilling from my lips while my pussy pulses and throbs around his tongue. He stops just as fast.
Confused, I blink down at him. His rough hand pushes harder on my mouth, squishing my lips.
“What did I tell you, baby. I know this greedy cunt wants a good seeing to, but I can’t give it what it needs if your brother barges in here and kills me for defiling his sister. Got it?”
It’s only now that I realize the music is switched off. It’s quiet in the house, except for someone talking.
Malice, perhaps?
When I fail to respond because, let’s face it, my brain is still fuzzy, he jostles me. “Understood?”
I nod in response, and he lowers his head again.
Before his lips have a chance to brush against my glistening slit, he looks up, and that skilled mouth tips up at the corners. “If you’re not quiet this time, I’ll shut you up with my dick. Let’s see you try to scream while I fuck your face.”