Chapter 12
TWELVE
JESSICA
My pussy clenches in response to his degrading words.
Shame and pleasure war as my nipples tighten to rock-hard pebbles, tender to the touch.
He darts his tongue out again and swirls mind-blowing circles over my clit until I feel as if I might pass out, because of how hard I’m breathing through my nose.
If it weren’t for the hand muffling my moans, I would beg him to let me come.
But it’s like he knows when I’m about to tip over. A sixth sense.
Rather than just getting me off, he slows down, licking my glistening slit like a black panther lapping at water.
My hips rise off the bed, and he lets go of my mouth and grabs my waist to hold me in place while sucking on my pussy.
He’s eating me out like it’s a sport, and I have to do something to keep quiet.
I reach for the nearest pillow to smother my breathy sounds before we get discovered. But the second it touches my face, Kane knocks it aside and smacks my glistening slit.
“Eyes on me. You’re gonna watch me eat you out.”
I toss my head back on the pillow and snap, “Are you always this intense?”
Everything pulsates below. I’ve never been this turned on and frustrated.
The ceiling has a brown patch where the rain leaked through last year, and I focus on it now for a beat to catch my bearings.
Kane’s smooth whiskey voice feathers over my clit. “You think I’m intense now, baby? You’ve seen nothing yet.”
God, help me. I can’t take much more.
“Please...” I let the words fall in a hushed, defeated rasp. I need release, to come…
“Please, what? Use your words, Jessica.”
A trembling breath wracks my chest before I look down at him between my spread thighs. The sight of his mussed hair and wet lips is sure to haunt my dreams. I already know it.
“Please.” I crease the sheet at my sides so that I don’t bury my fingers in those dark strands. “Please make me come.”
The corner of his mouth tips into a slow grin, and the weight of his eyes holds me still while he spreads my pussy lips with two fingers and drags his flattened tongue through my slit in one long, firm swipe. “You taste so damn good.”
As he circles my entrance, teasing, footsteps sound outside my door, and I freeze up.
Shit. My head snaps up. Nothing is stopping my brother from walking in here. We need to lock the door. I try to lift myself onto my elbows, but Kane is determined to hold my attention and presses his tongue into my heat. My breath hitches in a whimper, and I look down at him. He grips me tighter.
From this angle, I can see his tongue drive in and out of my throbbing pussy. Again, and again.
Floorboards creak outside in the hallway. Chris is talking to someone, his voice freezing me on the spot.
“Kane… Fuck… we can’t.”
Ignoring my protests, Kane pulls me closer by the waist and rams two thick fingers inside me. I’m too tight and the sudden intrusion takes my breath away. Despite that, the burn deepens the orgasm rising inside me, swelling until even a whisper of breath threatens to split me open.
“Kane,” I whimper.
He’s sucking my clit between his teeth, curling his digits to hit that magical spot as stars form behind my lids. I come with a sharp cry, which Kane quickly muffles with his palm over my mouth.
Despite the rising fear of getting discovered—or perhaps because of it—my back arches off the bed, and I climax harder than ever before. Holy shit. Another violent surge of pleasure slams into me, and my inner walls clamp down on his thrusting fingers.
I’ve never been a squirter, but I’m vaguely aware of it happening now… soaking his shirt. Heat rushes to my face, but the embarrassment vanishes when the door handle starts to turn.
Seriously, what the hell? Talk about shitty timing.
I somehow scramble upright, smacking Kane’s hand away from my face. “I’m naked,” I shout, then squeeze my eyes shut because, shit, that’s embarrassing.
For a moment, silence settles over the house, aside from the faint creak of the mattress when Kane gets up on his knees and begins to unbuckle his belt, but the soft clank of metal fades as someone bursts out laughing in the hallway.
Jackson, perhaps? Of course, they heard me.
Great. I’ll never live this down. They probably think I was masturbating in here.
Chris’s angry voice filters through the door before he shoves Jackson, by the sound of it, and their footsteps retreat. A relieved breath rushes from my lungs. Talk about a lucky escape. That was too close.
Kane lowers his pants and briefs, and his huge cock pops out. Long. Thick. A roadmap of angry veins. It’s no surprise that someone with his big-dick-energy is both long and girthy.
Even so… he’s the biggest I’ve ever seen, and I already know it will hurt to take him.
I swallow hard and lift my gaze, only to have my head jerked back when he fists a handful of hair.
The crown of his cock taps my lips. Kane is stroking the thick length as his grip tightens on my strands.
I’m in such deep trouble. That possessive look tells me one thing: he won’t be satisfied after this.
If anything, tonight is the start of something toxic. Addictive.
Fighting it is pointless.
“Where’s your weapon now?” He smacks my mouth with his cock, then my left cheek.
“You collected my orgasm.” The words come out weaker than I intend, but I’m trying to reason with him.
With his lip trapped between his teeth, he squeezes a bead of salty precum onto my lips, which slowly slides down my chin, and when he pulls my hair again, I yelp.
“Don’t try to weasel your way out of this,” he says, his voice soaked with lust. “You owed me two. Still one more to collect.”
I blink up at him, about to argue, when hot cum suddenly hits my mouth and face in quick spurts.
“Fuck.” He grunts, jerking his throbbing length, marking me in thick ropes of cum.
Degrading? Yes. Hot? Also yes. Hot because it is degrading? Hell yes. The world can judge me all it wants. I don’t care. When his release pearls on my lashes, I blink, resisting the urge to lick him off my lips.
However, this can’t happen again. It doesn’t matter that I came so hard I squirted.
Or that he unlocked some degradation kink no one has explored before.
Kane and I are not a thing, and we will never be a thing.
He collected my orgasm, and now there’s only one left before he’s out of my life for good.
I will make sure of it. Kane won’t be able to threaten me with jail time if I return the ornament.
Somehow, I will put it back in his father’s office.
Once his breathing steadies, his lips tip to the side in a smug, satisfied smirk, and his grip on my hair softens. He strokes me almost tenderly, tipping my chin up as he takes in his primal mark on my face.
I feel branded.
“Are you still scared?” he asks, referring to our earlier conversation.
“Yes.”
I swear a feather drifting to the ground would be louder than my whispered admittance.
“I’m terrified.”
Kane leans down, his eyes intent on my face and lips. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
“I’m not yours.”
“Baby…” His breath whispers over my mouth, chilling the semen on my chin. “You’re covered in my cum and trembling from the orgasm I gave you when I ate you out while your brother was right outside… Deny it all you want… you’re mine.”
With that, he tucks his softening dick away and gets out of bed.
But before he climbs back out of the open window, he turns and lets his eyes drop to my breasts.
Of course, my nipples harden to rocks when he looks at me like that…
as if I’m sexy. Women like Rain are sexy.
Me? I’m plain. Always hiding in hoodies and jeans.
When Kane groans like a tortured animal, my cheeks heat, and I become painfully aware of his branding all over again. Honestly, I can’t believe I’m still sitting here covered in his cum, with my tits out. Why haven’t I wiped it off yet? And why am I not disgusted?
“Kane,” I call after him as he turns to jump out, and he looks back at me. “I’m not yours!”
His lips slant up. “Just because you say something doesn’t make it true.”
“But it’s true when you say it?”
Kane abandons the idea of leaving just yet and climbs back into my room, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his determined strides as he makes his way over to me.
I barely have time to scoot further back on the bed before he grips me by the throat and hauls me closer.
It almost horrifies me to realize it’s not fear that makes my heart kick against my chest… but anticipation.
Anticipation of what he’ll do next.
He dips down so we’re eye level and studies my face, noting the drying cum. Then he tilts his head to the side and whispers, “Look at me.”
I resist him at first, staring off at the wall, and his grip on my throat twitches ever so slightly.
Hurt me, a quiet voice whispers in my head before I can shove it back down where it belongs.
“Look. At. Me.” His forceful tone settles like a warm, lapping wave between my legs. We lock eyes, and his mouth curves to the side. “Do you know who I am, baby?”
I look away again, but he pulls me closer. “Eyes on me, Jessica Holt.”
Resisting a sneer, I finally turn my attention back on him.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
My brows knit. Why does he need me to say it out loud?
“Say. It.” The harsh bite of his voice slithers between my legs, and it’s not a lapping wave this time, but a swirling underwater current.
“You’re Kane Ravencourt.”
“I like my name on your lips,” he replies, gazing intently at my mouth. “You always say it with a hint of defiance that makes me hard for you. But that’s not all I am, is it?”
“You’re Benedict Ravencourt’s son.”
His mouth twitches. Just barely. “My family owns this town and everyone in it. You, Jessica Holt, belong to me.”
My lips thin. Nothing I say will get me out of this situation. But if he thinks I’m his, he’s dead wrong.
Leaning in closer, he breathes me in, his lips brushing against my ear. “The sooner you accept the truth, little rabbit, the better.”
When he leaves this time, I crawl out of bed to lock the window behind him before wiping my face clean with the first piece of clothing I grab from the laundry hamper.
As I toss it back inside, I question what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.
This is my fault. I caused this when I broke into his father’s office and pulled a gun on him.
Yes, my thoughts have trailed down this cul-de-sac before.
I’m aware of that. But this is the first time it truly dawns on me that I’ve enticed something that was better left alone.
Kane has smelled blood in the water, and he’ll keep circling, biting chunks out of my wounded legs, until I’m swept under. In the meantime, there’s nothing I can do except try not to drown or bleed out.
Whichever comes first.