“No?” She tilts her head, eyes wide and innocent. “Baby, I’ve got your cum inside me. What would your girlfriend say if she knew you filled me up last night?”
I grunt when she digs her long nail into one of my cuts.
“Again, and again, and again.”
She laughs under her breath, fingers sliding to my waistband before slipping inside my trousers. I’m not wearing boxers, andshe strokes my soft cock. “You think she’d care if you were drugged? Think she’d believe you?”
“Shut up,” I grit out, teeth clenched. I hate it when she talks about Jessica. She doesn’t get to use her. Doesn’t get to drag her into this filth, into whatever game she thinks she’s playing.
“Maybe she would,” she says lightly, “but I doubt she’d care much after she sees the recording of us.”
Red floods my vision. I shove her back, but she’s faster, darting in front of me before I can reach the door.
“I’ll hurt myself.”
I pull up short. “Excuse me.”
“You heard me. Take me, or I’ll hurt myself. Good luck getting out of it when I tell my husband how you beat and raped me. Who do you think he’ll believe? Ravencourt’s volatile son or his bleeding wife with dried cum on her thighs?”
My jaw clenches so hard it aches at the hinges as I flick my eyes between hers, trying to get a handle on myself before I flip and do something with deadly consequences. No one would believe me. Beverly is right. My father cares more about power than his own flesh and blood. He needs one male heir. He’s got two.
A flash of victory sparks across her face. She reaches for me again, about to slip her hand into my pants, but I step out of reach. I can’t let this woman touch me. Not again.
Now it’s her turn to work her jaw. She looks down at the weighty ornament in her hand and says, “Fine, have it your way.”
And then she drives it into her temple.
TWENTY-THREE
KANE
At the last second before it can make contact, I snatch her wrist and spin her around. The ornament clatters to the floor as I kick her legs apart. Beverly gasps, her cheek pressed to the door, and she smiles triumphantly.
I hate that smile.
I hate that she leaves me no choice.
Once I’ve got my cock out, I tug on it to get the blood flowing before ramming it into her in one go.
I want it to hurt.
I need her to hurt.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?” I snarl, driving into her hard and deep while she moans,“Yes, yes, yes,”like a fucking actress.
“You have no idea, puppy.”
I slam into her again. “Then take it.”
Her pussy clamps down as she sticks her ass out farther, and I fist her hair hard enough that I’m almost surprised I don’t rip it out.
Lewd sounds fill the room while I channel my rage the only way I know how, fucking her until I’m just about ready to dieinside, until my balls finally draw tight and I’m on the edge of breaking.
“Come inside me, puppy,” she begs.
I pull out at the last second and splatter cum over her ass and the small of her back. Then I recoil, wanting to get as far from her as possible. My stomach churns as she slowly turns, bracing herself against the door, her legs unsteady.
“God, you’re delicious.”
