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. “Yesstops 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’smypsycho. 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.”
