Chapter 12 Lily
LILY
My brain is still pleasure-drunk from the orgasm, which is probably why I don’t summon up so much as a whimper as Kane rears up, takes both sides of my knickers in his hands, and rips them apart.
I stare in mute disbelief.
He shoves the tattered cotton away, and then pushes his trousers down, underwear and all, growling ferally as something—his shirt?—gets in the way. But then his cock is revealed, and I cannot breathe for the sight of it.
It’s enormous, stretched tight, the head bulging.
Veins run down the length and the tip has a bead of moisture.
It looks angry, reddened, almost painful in how swollen it is.
Behind is a thicket of dark hair, and his balls—I’ve heard them called plums, but I’ve never seen fruit that large—are only just revealed above his black underwear.
“Kane,” I squawk. I won’t survive having that inside me, and yet my passage feels empty for the lack of him. I press my knees together and my clit pulses.
“You’re mine and I’m going to claim you, angel.” He falls on me, and kisses me, rough and intense.
“You’re not going to… with me tied up?” I tug on the handcuffs, torn between kissing him back and hot shivering realisation that he’s going to take my virginity and I can’t stop him.
“There’s no time,” he grunts. “I can’t wait any longer. I have to have you.”
He shifts and his knee shoves between mine, pushing my legs apart. I gasp. I rattle my cuffs even as I open my mouth to his. He thrusts his tongue in.
His urgency is contagious. It’s addictive.
I’m utterly at his mercy, and my body is on fire.
And if I’m honest with myself, being tethered is making me hot. The bite of the handcuffs—they’re not tight, Kane is too considerate for that—emphasises how he’s stronger and more determined than me. Powerful.
“I’m going to take everything I want, and I won’t stop, Lily. Ever. This is your last chance to say no.”
I’m getting wetter and wetter. I can feel the liquid arousal seeping out of my folds. I press my thighs together, embarrassed.
I thought I was hunting him, but it’s clear I’ve been the prey all along.
“Open your legs for me,” he demands in a husky voice.
I hesitate only a split second, my cheeks heating.
“Or do you need me to force you?”
Unf. Heat shoots through me, bright and wrong and undeniable. My clit pulses.
He places one hand on my knee. “Don’t fight me, angel. Let me take what I want from your sweet little body.”
“No.” It’s the softest, breathiest no, and it doesn’t mean no. We’re both aware of that.
He pauses and blinks at me, those violet eyes dark with desire and glinting with dangerous cunning.
“You reversed my stalking, didn’t you,” he murmurs. “So we’re going to reverse this.” His fingers press into my knee. “Yes stops everything, do you understand?”
Then he doesn’t wait for my nod. He pushes against one thigh with his hand and the other with his leg, forcing my legs apart.
“No.” It’s an instinctive cry.
He ignores me.
I could say yes, and I’m certain he’d stop. I trust Kane. He might be a psycho, but he’s my psycho. When he says he loves me, I believe it.
I could ask him to be a little more patient with my virginity, but I don’t want that. I’m as desperate as he is.
“Don’t make me yours, fully. You’ve been watching me, caring for me. I’m not your—oh!” He presses the blunt, heated, swollen end of his massive cock at my entrance.
“You wish me to stop, angel, just say the word.” He pauses, braced above me. His violet eyes are dark and intense.
“No.”
He pushes forward, and I gasp at the pinch of pain.
“Shh, open for me. Breathe. You can’t stop it. Don’t fight it.”
“You’re too big, you’ll break me.” And it’s the truth. No reversal on this one. I tug against the unyielding handcuffs. But I tilt my hips, writhing to get more of him. “Don’t break my virginity.”
“You can take it. I was made to use you, angel. I’ll make you feel good,” he reassures me, running his hand up my torso gently as he continues to invade my passage, tearing my virgin barrier so slowly, despite his statement that he couldn’t wait.
He’s taking care of me, as he always has, since we met. Since he started stalking me.
A slight withdrawal, and he pushes in further, and I shudder with the heat and the pain and the blooming pleasure. But most of all, with how right this feels. Being under Kane is where I’m meant to be.
“Don’t ruin me for any other man.”
“Oh I will, don’t you worry.”
“Don’t make me yours in every way.” He knows all my most embarrassing secrets, and he still loves me.
“You already are. When you stalked me back, you accepted me into your heart. Now you’re going to accept me into your sweet, wet, perfect virgin body, too.”
He pumps his hips, shallow and slow, and smiles as the pinch expands to an ache, then starts to feel so, so good.
“What if I tried to run away?” I yank on my trapped wrists. Stupid fur, I want it to hurt a bit, to mirror the way he’s stretching me on his cock.
“I’ll catch you. I’ll always find you.”
Then he’s going deeper, harder, and I can’t believe I’m having him inside me.
“That’s it. That’s all of it.” He’s even bigger than I could have believed, stuffing me full to bursting.
“You’re being such a good girl for me. Taking your stalker’s cock. Accepting my entire length into your hot, tight, pure little body. You feel perfect. You were made for me to fuck.”
“Release me,” I beg. And I genuinely couldn’t tell you whether I mean release the restraints so I can touch him, or release the sexual tension that’s unbearable between my legs. One thing is for sure. I don’t mean for him to allow me to leave.
“Never. Just like I stalked you and watched you without your permission, I’m going to take you too. I protected you, because you’re mine. You know that, right? You’re. Mine. You. Are. Mine.”
He punctuates those possessive statements with harsh thrusts of his hips that invade my body in the best way, hitting my cervix.
“I’m going to breed you.”
The spike of pleasure is full body. I don’t know where it originates, it feels like it’s between my mind and my clit, but it equally could be my heart. I’ve never been so aware of my nipples. They’re crying out for Kane’s mouth. For his vicious fingers.
“Please.” I can’t grab his hand and urge him to where I need him. All I have is my words and this twisted game we’re playing. “My breasts. I…”
The right phrase to make him do as I ask evades me, but Kane understands. With a snarl, he brings his head to my chest and attacks.
I cry out at the combination of pain and pleasure that spikes to my core. He’s not gentle, he’s harsh and rough. Earlier, he was being careful with me, I realise. But this is Kane uncontrolled, snatching up all the good things.
And it’s me. For him, I am the good things.
The sheer joy of it has every nerve ending singing.
Meanwhile, with my attention on the way he’s mauled my breasts, he’s worked me open further. He’s sawing into my passage, and I’m discovering a whole new ecstasy of the long thick length of him rubbing some place inside me and showering sparks outwards.
“Don’t use me like a doll for your own pleasure, fucking me into the mattress against my will, making me come over and over.
” There’s a freedom I didn’t expect in begging him to stop and him taking what he wants, anyway.
This cannot be my fault. I cannot be held responsible for any of this, either his enjoyment or mine.
“That’s my good girl,” he says around a bite and then a suck on my nipple.
And yet, he is telling me I’m doing it right.
The wiring in my brain must be all criss-crossed and jumbled.
Because being told that I’m a good girl while being free of any culpability is magic.
My body is trembling with pleasure from the tips of my toes to where my scalp is deliciously sensitive from Kane pulling my hair.
“Oh fuck, the way you take me, angel. Your hot tight pussy is heaven.” His voice is low and hoarse, like he’s overcome with the feel of me.
“Stop,” I plead. It’s too much, and not enough. I’m vibrating everywhere, on the point of crying it’s so good. I don’t control this. “You’re going to make me come all over your cock.”
“Yes.” He increases his pace and I sob. “Look into my eyes and come, Lily.”
Then I’m drowning and burning in his violet eyes. They’re magma, liquid fire that consumes me.
“I can take everything you give me, my angel. I can take your hate and your fierce love. I’ll accept anything you give me as long as you never leave me. Come all over my cock.”
I think he pushes harder on my clit, or perhaps it’s his command. The orgasm is a release, after being spun around and around, and I’m flying.
“Fuck, angel, you’re killing me,” he chokes out.
Somewhere, vaguely, beyond the stars, I recognise he has slowed his thrusts.
“Your pussy isn’t letting me go,” he grits out.
“Please don’t break me and make me yours forever. Please. Please.” I convulse with pleasure, a sound coming from my throat that’s animalistic.
“I will, I will.” His voice is soft and warm and overflowing with love. “We’re going to break together.”
When the orgasm finally recedes, I find him staring at me, his hips easing in and away in a lazy slide of his body into mine. Only my ripped knickers and his jacket have been removed. We’re both almost fully clothed.
“Release me.” And it’s no longer a game, because hot though this is, I need more contact between us. I need to see every dark and savage and tender part of him. “I have to touch you. Please.”