Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
KANE
At the last second before it can make contact, I snatch her wrist and spin her around. The ornament clatters to the floor as I kick her legs apart. Beverly gasps, her cheek pressed to the door, and she smiles triumphantly.
I hate that smile.
I hate that she leaves me no choice.
Once I’ve got my cock out, I tug on it to get the blood flowing before ramming it into her in one go.
I want it to hurt.
I need her to hurt.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?” I snarl, driving into her hard and deep while she moans, “Yes, yes, yes,” like a fucking actress.
“You have no idea, puppy.”
I slam into her again. “Then take it.”
Her pussy clamps down as she sticks her ass out farther, and I fist her hair hard enough that I’m almost surprised I don’t rip it out.
Lewd sounds fill the room while I channel my rage the only way I know how, fucking her until I’m just about ready to die inside, until my balls finally draw tight and I’m on the edge of breaking.
“Come inside me, puppy,” she begs.
I pull out at the last second and splatter cum over her ass and the small of her back. Then I recoil, wanting to get as far from her as possible. My stomach churns as she slowly turns, bracing herself against the door, her legs unsteady.
“God, you’re delicious.”
My fingers curl in.
Beverly laughs at my hard expression, her nail trapped between her teeth as she lets her gaze fall down my body. “Angry puppy.”
I swear my temples throb for different reasons now.
“Here’s how it’ll go, baby.” She pushes off the door, closing the small distance between us.
“You won’t see your little plaything again, understood?
Not unless you want her to see what happened here now.
” She glances to the side, and I follow her line of sight to a small stuffed animal on the bookshelf. Its eyes stare at us.
“Before you try to do anything, don’t. The recording is saved remotely, somewhere you can’t access it.”
I stare hard at that stuffed animal to keep my composure because if I look at her, if I see the smug victory in her eyes, I’ll fucking lose it.
“It certainly doesn’t look in that clip like you’re being coerced, does it, puppy?” She annunciates the P’s as she walks her nails down my contracting abs. “Then fucking take it,” she mimics with a perverse smile in her tone.
I grow still. Too still. I shouldn’t have said that. Now I’ll hang by my own noose.
With a final little tap on my chest, she walks around me to find her clothes, and I stay where I am as the rustle of her dressing sounds behind me.
On her way out, she grabs the stuffed teddy and blows me a kiss. “See you again soon, Puppy.”
And then she gives a quick yipping bark and exits the room.
I slam the door shut behind her, hard enough to break the hinges. As her clicking heels fade, I sweep all the books off the shelves and push the bookshelf over with an anguished roar that claws its way up my throat.
For the first time, I don’t know what the fuck to do. The walls are closing in from all sides. I see no way out.