“Then you better make it quick.”
The need to desecrate the place he would make love to his wife was the only thing pushing me forward now. I needed him to claim me in this room, to make me his in every shape and form. His hands moved up, one hand grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. His eyes sought mine, before he claimed my mouth with his, tongues melding together in a heated exchange, teeth clashing together as he tried to devour me with his kiss.
I melted against him as my body responded to his touch, wanting him to fuck me til my last breath. He hauled me over to the bed, throwing me down onto the covers and sending me sprawling as he grabbed at my skirt and yanked it down, my panties were ripped off, the pieces of lacy material nothing but a scrap as they landed somewhere in the distance. I loved the ferocity of him as he knelt, pulling my thighs up and yanking me toward him as his mouth closed over my pussy. I arched my back up off the bed as his tongue darted in between my folds, aiming for my clit as he tried to push me to an early release. He was worried I would be caught, that this would be over, and I knew he was trying to protect me.
But we weren’t done until I said we were done. I widened my legs, as he plunged two fingers into me quickly, the rhythm of his tongue flicks and finger fucking in sync, and pushing me to an early climax. I felt the familiar spasms erupting throughout my body as my pussy clenched around his fingers. He didn’t stop until I was screaming out his name, digging the knife into the bed as my hips rolled around until the waves of pleasure died down. I pushed up, grabbing the knife and pulling it free from the bed, holding it against his throat.
“Get up here,” I ordered. He did, the knife nicking his throat as he laid down. I ripped his jeans off, freeing that cock that drove me crazy. I moved my leg over him and straddled his crotch, rubbing my wet pussy over him. He groaned in response, my knife traveling down his chest, the tip nicking him generously. I watched as blood pooled in the indentations of his abs. He grabbed my hips, moving his hand down and directing his cock into me in one smooth thrust. I was motionless for a moment as my pussy adjusted to him, before I started to move. I dropped the knife, needing to touch him myself. My fingers moved to the bloody pools on his chest, sliding through the mess as rode him. Kane grunted with pleasure as I moved my hips.
This would be the last time, I repeated in my mind as I fucked the only man to truly get inside my head. His hands on my hips only made me move faster, my hips moving so fast even I was getting dizzy.
Kane grabbed me, his hands going up my back as he sat up and lifted me so he could plant me on my back. He drove into me with such force, I thought I’d be shot off the bed. He knelt in between my legs as she drove into me, harder and harder. Sweat slicked our bodies as he fucked me as hard as I needed him to. I looked into his eyes as he realized this would be it too.
Kane slowed down as his mouth took mine in a heated kiss that stole everything I had. I felt tears prick my eyes as I realized this was his goodbye. Helovedme.
And, it was stupid to ignore it any longer, but Ilovedhim, too.
As his pounding resumed, I felt my pussy start to convulse, my walls clenching around his cock. He let out a strangled moan as I came hard around him, pushing him over the edge soon after.
For a few moments, we laid next to each other, our breathing the only sound in the room. I didn’t want to move. I wanted this to be it, for both of us. For once, I wished I’d been normal so I could have this.
The house, the husband, everything…something I was denied from the very start. That’s why I came here, it was why I was so angry that his ex-wife had ruined that for him. I wanted this to be my dream.
Sirens sounded in the distance, a reminder that our time was limited, and they’d be here soon. Kane jumped up.
“You have to go,” he said. “Maurelle, come on.”
He helped me up as he reached for our clothing. I put my clothes on, and he turned to me, fully clothed. I was confused until I realized he had had clothes here.
I grabbed him before he could leave and pulled him to me. My mouth on his, he kissed me with passion. It was exactly what I needed.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. His forehead creased in confusion before I landed the blow on the back of his head. He crumpled down to the ground in a heap as I moved over to the window and climbed out.
Goodbye, Kane.
Chapter Twelve
Kane
“Sir…”
I held up a hand to stop the nurse from putting me back down on the bed. I hated hospitals, and I’d spent far too much time in them whilst being a cop.
“He’ll be fine,” I heard my captain’s voice say from behind the screen. “Leave us.”
He moved the curtain back and stood over me as I tried to get feeling back in my feet so I could walk.
“What happened?” he asked me.
“I talked her down from killing my ex-wife and Kemp, and she forced me upstairs, probably to kill me, but the sirens scared her. I tried to flee and she knocked me out.”
“But didn’t kill you,” he finished.
“Turns out, no,” I replied.
“There’s been quite a few instances where she didn’t kill you now,” O’Leary said. “If I weren’t mistaken, I’d think she liked you.”
“Funny way of showing it,” I replied. I knew it was true, and it wouldn’t just be O’Leary saying it. She was knocking me out and not killing me because she wanted me alive. “I’m not a big fan of being concussed, sir.”
