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.”
“You’re too big, you’ll break me.” And it’s the truth. No reversal on this one. I tug against the unyielding handcuffs. But I tilt my hips, writhing to get more of him. “Don’t break my virginity.”
“You can take it. I was made to use you, angel. I’ll make you feel good,” he reassures me, running his hand up my torso gently as he continues to invade my passage, tearing my virgin barrier so slowly, despite his statement that he couldn’t wait. He’s taking care of me, as he always has, since we met. Since he started stalking me.
A slight withdrawal, and he pushes in further, and I shudder with the heat and the pain and the blooming pleasure. But mostof all, with how right this feels. Being under Kane is where I’m meant to be.
“Don’t ruin me for any other man.”
“Oh I will, don’t you worry.”
“Don’t make me yours in every way.” He knows all my most embarrassing secrets, and he still loves me.
“You already are. When you stalked me back, you accepted me into your heart. Now you’re going to accept me into your sweet, wet, perfect virgin body, too.”
