Page 43 of Smoke

He snickers and pushes off the fence with his foot. “You tasted pretty sweet to me. But why don’t I make sure for old time’s sake.”

I shake my head as I zip up my hoodie. “I don’t think so. The deal is you get to see me one last time and then you leave me alone forever.”

Kane’s brown eyes darken. “You know what I want, Cherinne. Let me see that sweet pussy again. Let me watch you play with her one last time.”

I swallow the bile down in my throat. The panic starts to slink into my veins as I remember the last time we were face to face when he nearly choked me to death. “That’s not what I agreed to,” I grit out.

He charges forward and seizes both of my arms before flinging me back against the fence. “You do what I tell you to do,” he growls in my face.

My pulse quickens. “Hawk’s gonna kill you. Scarrow and Omen too. They are looking for you right now. You need to get the fuck out of Crimson Valley.”

He loops his fingers through the links in the fence, boxing me in. He’s gotten bigger since last year. Like all he’s been doing is working out every day. “Maybe I’ll take you with me. Would you like that? You and me on the road together. Where I can tap that fucking ass of yours anytime I want.”

“I’m never going anywhere with you, Kane. We’re done. Now move so I can go finish packing up my booth.”

He smirks but moves to the side. “Sure.”

My breath hitches as I wiggle away from him and head back toward the rides. I’m halfway to the Gravitron when he yanks me back by my hair. “What the fuck!” I cry out. But my voice gets lost behind the screams coming from the nearby Zipper.

“On second thought…” He drags me backward and flings me into the fence again. His eyes are glazed, his pupils dilated. “Maybe I’ll fuck you right here.”

“Kane stop. I’ll fucking kill you myself. I swear to God.” I glance past him, searching for anyone that I can signal, but we’re too far away. There’s too many flashing lights and loud noises. No one is looking back here. I’m so fucked.

“Shhh, let’s have fun like we used to.” He grabs my arm and pins it to the fence. I claw at his hands while he loops a zip tie through one of the links and then around my wrist. He pulls it so tight, it cuts off my circulation.

Oh shit. No. Fuck. “Kane, please. We had a deal.”

His eyes are cold and devoid of any feeling. “Shhh,” he repeats as he zip ties my other wrist. “There. That’s better. Now we can have some fun.”

My teeth chatter as he glares down at me. “You sick fucking bastard. I should’ve known your word doesn’t mean shit. You’re just a pathetic fucking loser who can’t get laid the normal way.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Cherry.” He grabs my throat and squeezes. “How many times did you beg me to fuck you? You’ve been crawling onto my cock since we were in high school. Ain’t no one made you do it either.”

“So that makes it okay for you to do this to me now?” I’m so fucking angry I could cry but I won’t give him the satisfaction.

He unzips my hoodie before sliding his palms over my belly. “Yeah because you owe me.”

Chills slink up my back despite the sultry heat. “For what? I’ve done everything you’ve asked these past months.”

He pulls up the hem of my shirt to feel my skin, his lips quivering. “I was your alibi, remember? You don’t think that was a coincidence, do you?”

What the fuck is this psycho actually rambling on about?

“I followed you, Cherry. I watched you do it. And then I hid in the woods when I saw your piece of shit brother and his friends show up.”

I shake my head. “No, impossible. No one knew I was going up there.”

Kane lifts my shirt higher, exposing my rib cage. “I got good at following you, Cherry pie. You’re so obsessed with yourself, you never notice anyone around you. I was close behind you in the woods after. I watched how you tripped and almost twisted your ankle.”

Shit. I remember stumbling and getting my foot caught in a thicket. “So what? You let me suck your dick so you can hold it against me for eight years?”

He jabs his thumbs into my ribs. “I let you suck my dick because that’s what whores do. And I’m charitable. But you never showed me one ounce of gratitude.”

I wince and suck in a deep breath. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m grateful that you kept my secret. Please, Kane. Let me go.”

He pushes my shirt up to my neck and cups my breasts over my bra. “I’ll never let you go, Cherinne. I’m going to use you over and over again. The way you used me. I’m going to keep you tied up just like this too. In my cellar. I’ve been getting it ready for you.”

I snicker in his face. “That’s never going to happen. Never. I swear to Christ, Kane. If you don’t untie me right now—”