“Yes.”
He rips his hand out, spins me around, and shoves me up against the wall. I yelp, rising onto my toes, barely touching the floor. Kane’s lips hover inches from mine, teasing with the promise of a kiss. When he wets them, I can’t look away.
Because the truth is, I’d do anything to feel his mouth on mine… to feel him move inside me, all that power and strength, while I come apart on his dick.
“I’m Cash.” His quiet voice whispers between us as he pushes his knee between my thighs and wraps his hand around my throat.
He’s lying. He has to be. And yet a tiny flicker of doubt lingers, because maybe, just maybe, the thrill racing up my thighs to my tingling pussy has something to do with the small chance that it’s his twin.
But it’s not.
“You’re Kane.”
“Are you sure?” He grinds his thigh against my pussy.
“Yes.” I don’t sound as sure as I’d like.
Kane’s face remains carefully blank as he drags his thigh over my heat. “What makes you so sure?”
“Your eyes,” I say without hesitation.
“They’re the same as my brother’s.”
I shake my head quickly, gulping for breath as his grip tightens around my throat. “His eyes are sad. Yours aren’t.”
Every muscle in his body goes taut, and for a second I wonder if I’ve said something wrong. I’ve never seen him so still.
Then he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me down the hall and up the stairs, ignoring my protests. No sooner does he set me down in his darkened room and shut the door than he clicks on the bedside lamp and unbuckles his belt.
“On your knees,” he orders, unzipping his jeans.
TEN
JESSICA
Along pause stretches between us as the dim light casts shadows beneath his dark eyes and across his sharp features. He’s slipped a hand into his boxers, touching himself while he waits to see what I’ll do. Will I obey or resist? Will he force me to submit or let me go? Do I even want to leave?
“Every time I see your perfect lips, I think one of two things.” The veins stand out in his forearm where his crisp shirt is rolled up. “What they feel like against mine when I kiss you. They’re so fucking soft. I know that now.”
“What’s the second thing?” My gaze drops to his hand as it moves with practiced ease inside his boxers, and saliva pools in my mouth at the sight.
“How they’d look stretched around my cock while I fuck your sweet mouth.”
He beckons me closer with a finger, still pleasuring himself, his smirk pure devil in expensive clothing. “On your knees, Jessica Holt. Show me what a good girl you crave to be.”
“I’m not a good girl.”
“No?” He pulls his hand free and lowers his boxers until his rock-hard cock springs free. “You have a choice, little rabbit.”
I gulp. It’s impossible not to feel a sharp, delicious sliver of fear when faced with Kane’s thick cock.
“You either drop to your knees and give me what I want. Or you run, and I take what I want.”
“And what if I say no?”
“Then just tell me so, and I won’t.”
My silence says it all. I want him to take it.
