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The way his hands throb on breast and butt cheek, I know I’ve done it. Pushed him by bringing up past lovers. We’re free falling now into that thorny abyss, and God, but I’m not nearly as full of sunshine as he thinks because I can’t wait to be consumed by the void of black. Consumed by him.
One minute, I’m standing with my sweater pushed up in front of the window, and the next, it’s ripped clean from my body. It’d been thin, but still.The man is a machine.
Another gush of arousal surges between my legs, surely laying waste to my panties as he lifts me over his shoulder, marching like a madman on a mission to the bed where he doesn’t just drop me—he throws me. My body bounces, but he catches me mid bounce by the ankles, pulling me roughly to the side. His hands grip the waistband of my jeans and I protest loudly in an effort to save my jeans before the button pops cleanoff, flying to connect with the wall before hitting the carpet with athud.
Then they’re gone too, flying over his shoulder. My poor panties are next, but this time he looks me in the eyes as he shreds lace. “A man doesn’t get a taste of Heaven, Sunshine, only to be written off at the end.”
My heart is a rioting mess in my chest as he loops a finger through the center of my bra, hauling me to sit before him on the edge of the bed. He’s so much bigger than me always, but like this, bared but for my bra, his body rooted between my spread legs, my pussy dripping wet with arousal, his head cocked down to angle those frosted blue eyes on me, I feel tiny and breakable andhis.
He doesn’t know it, but I’d let him break me. However he wanted to do it, I’d be game. Up for the challenge. A willing masochist on my knees for the shreds of pleasure-tipped pain so long as he filled the emptiness, he carved deep within me in the end.
I swallow hard as he holds me there by the center of my bra, his other hand moving to my mouth, the pad of his thumb sliding over lips I know are stained red with arousal.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man more than I want Kane in this very moment. Never felt fevered with desire, as though I might combust.
“Such a pretty mouth,” he murmurs, sliding histhumb inside for me to suck. “Do you know you taste like firelight and marshmallow and cream?” I moan around his thumb. “I will never fucking hear mention of another man from this mouth again, Nevaeh, do you understand?” The softness in which he speaks only heightens the danger I know lurks. “I’ve told you, you’re mine. And I’m yours. What came before doesn’t matter. I’ll burn every memory to cinders—” He pulls his thumb from my mouth with a pop, his hands joining at the pitifully thin lace center of my bra, tearing it in two. The sound cuts through the breathy silence, a thrilling prequel to the words he speaks next. “And when I’m confident everyone but me is gone, I’ll brand you with a new memory as I take you where no man has ever taken you.” He leans down to nip my bottom lip, making me cry out on a sharp gasp. “I’m going to make you scream for me, baby—I’m going to make you beg, as you take me, every inch of me in that sweet little ass.”
Because I’m a wicked, wicked woman, and I’m determined to go against all reason to prove to him that he’s met his match in me—if he’s burning my past, I’m sure as hell burning his—I push myself to stand, watching his eyes as I trail my finger down the burning path of his shirt over his abs. Wetting my lips, I tip my face to his, standing on my tiptoes to whisper, “I don’t beg.”
thirty
Nevaeh
I was wrong when I said there was a monster living deep within him, caged by the flesh and bone of a man. It’s not a monster. It’s a devil. And I’ve awoken him with three simple words. I. Don’t. Beg.
I can see it, the swirling dark. The curl of sin stretching from his slumber to rise to the challenge. To play.
My heart trembles, but it’s not in fear. It’s in something else. Something I know I shouldn’t love the way I do.
“A mistake, Sunshine.”
I shake my head at his warning. “I don’t think so.” I don’t know why I pushhim, but I do. Maybe it’s because I trust him with my life. Maybe it’s because I know in my soul, I’m safest with him. Maybe it’s because I’m having so much fun playing with him. But I taunt again on a practiced pout, “All threat no follow through.”
The shards of ice in his eyes shatter in the heat as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking hard before he releases it on a violent scrape of teeth. My already hard nipples harden more. I have to force myself not to squeeze my thighs together as his hands move to the buckle of his belt. He unfastens it fast, sliding it from the loops of his black jeans before he shoves me down on the bed, excitement and arousal spilling from his eyes, his pores, his every breath. Planting a knee between my legs, he captures my wrists above my head, pinning them into the mattress as he crooks his neck to kiss me hard and deep. He demands entrance with his tongue that I don’t deny, my legs spreading wider as he presses his jean covered thigh to my core, dragging the rough material over my pulsing center. He devours the cry I fail to restrain, feasting on it as though it’s the sole thing to drive him on, to push him forward.Purpose.
He kisses me so deeply; I feel as though he’s stroking my very soul with his own. The barbed wire ribbons of his dark twine with my light, a dance of shadow and fire to singe the past.
My cry of protest when he pullsaway would be humiliating, if it didn’t make him grin like that. Like he’s conquered the first battle.
I want to tell him there will be many more to face, but all my words are silenced as shock and the first bit of hesitation spill into me as the wrists he’d bound above my head by one big hand while he kissed me are now bound by the unbreakable leather of his belt. The other end is tied to the headboard.
“Kane,” I breathe, my chest rising and falling on heavy breaths. “I’ve never been tied up. I don’t know?—”
“Look who’s all talk now.” He pinches one nipple and then the other. I squirm, not getting far now that I’mtied up.
My teeth snap as I clap my mouth shut. The part of my personality that doesn’t like to back down from a challenge is here for this. Totally. The other part, the wary, hesitant part of me that likes to make her appearance at inopportune times—say, when I’ve challenged my fake husband into making me beg, making me spiral—well, that part of me is also here for this.
He chuckles deep and low, a sound that moves through me like fire and sin, scorching in its wake. I can’t help myself as I try to close my thighs together—needing to ease the pressure just a bit.
I’ve never been so unsure and so turned on.
Knowing what I’m doing, Kane’s big hands fall tomy knees, and he gives me one small warning shake of his head. My body quivers. The contrast of his big veiny hands that stretch into muscled arms on my smooth, unblemished skin, is startling. It’s also sexy as hell.
What’s even sexier is the way he stands fully clothed between my thighs as I lay entirely naked and bound by his belt to the bed, at his mercy. My body tingles, alive with desire.
I want him to touch me more. I want him to touch meeverywhere.
Holding his eyes with a dare, I bite my tongue to keep from begging—because I really, really want to right now.
