A pearl of precum drips from his cockhead. He pulls his boxers back up, opens his nightstand drawer, and takes out a gun. My eyes widen as he removes the safety, a smug grin on his face, as if he knows exactly how much the thought of overpowering him affects me.
“Want this?” He beckons me again. “Come and get it, little rabbit.” And then he carefully lowers it onto the desk behind him.
All I have to do is get past him somehow. Outsmart him and grab the gun.
“What if I don’t want a weapon?” I ask, lowering myself to my knees, and Kane tilts his head, studying me in the glow from the nightstand light.
“Then I’d say you’re foolish. I won’t go easy on you.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.”
His eyes narrow, and I smile sweetly.
“You want my mouth? Come and get it.”
A filthy chuckle rumbles in his chest. He knows I’m playing him, and he knows I’ll try something.
I wish I knew what that something is, but I don’t. I have no tricks up my sleeve. The moment he gets close enough, I’m making a run for it.
It’s a terrible plan, but it’s all I’ve got.
“What are you gonna do, Jessica? Try to fight me?”
My clit tingles at the thought. “What if I do?”
“Then I hope you’re prepared to fight with all you’ve got.”
My attention flicks past him to the weapon, but then he steps closer again, and I spring to my feet, determined to run past him.
He shifts to the side, blocking my way, then wags his finger at me as if I’m misbehaving.
“You’re turning me on, baby. Careful now.”
Dammit. The gun is right there behind him, but I can’t reach it with him in the way. I can’t overpower him; my build is too small. I glance over my shoulder, heart pounding from the adrenaline of this game. The risk of getting caught and screwed has sweat forming on my neck from the anticipation.
“What are you gonna do, little rabbit?” The deep, sinful tone of his voice fills the air. “What are you gonna do when I overpower you and make you scream my name?”
“You have to catch me first.”
The second those words leave my lips, I turn and run for the door, racing across the expensive rug. Of course, he’s faster. I’ve barely taken three steps when his muscled arm wraps around my waist, yanking me against his firm chest. He lifts me off the floor, and I squirm to break free as he carries me to the bed.
He effortlessly throws me down, and I bounce on the soft mattress, tangled in black silk sheets that smell of his intoxicating cologne. His fingers grip my ankles, pulling me further down the bed. I snatch a pillow to throw at him, but he ducks out of the way, flipping me over and hooking his fingers into my jeans and panties.
I kick at him as he yanks them down my legs, but I’ve never felt more aroused in my life. My next kick lands in his gut.
He grunts, releasing my pants, now bunched at the top of my thighs, exposing my pussy. With a look that’s way too intense, he climbs onto the mattress and grabs my chin hard enough to make me cry out before I can escape.
“Baby.” His hard voice drips with honeyed arousal and delicious devilish intent. “You’re a little brat tonight.”
I’m always a brat.
Blood rushes beneath my skin as his punishing fingers bruise my cheeks, forcing my lips into an O. My jeans trap my thighs, but even so, I’m painfully aware of the sticky wetness there.
“Looks like you have to take what I give you tonight, sweetheart.”
To prove his point, he presses his middle finger inside me. I cry out, and Kane hushes me, turning my face to the side as he fingers my cunt until all I can focus on are the wet sounds between my thighs, his harsh breaths near my ear. I love every second of his roughness and how my body yields to his will, even when I try to resist.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, his fingers wrapping around my neck. A gasp escapes my lips at his surprisingly fierce grip, and my pussy clamps down around his pumping digit.
