For the first time ever, he did. Mere feet from me. A monster held at bay.Mymonster.
My bottom lip wobbled. “Don’t do this if you aren’t for real.”
This wasn’t the moment to negotiate relationship terms, but apparently my mouth had other ideas.
He took a step, blood dripping from his knuckles. Pure wildness in his eyes.
I sobbed. “Don’t do this if you can’t give me everything. All of you.”
To my shock, he dropped to his knees. “Hear me out, flower girl. Please.”
I managed a tiny nod. I couldn’t expect love. The want was enough. I’d survive on a promise.
Someone ran at us. Kane threw out a punch without looking away from me. His opponent fell.
“I fucked up. Worse than that. I hurt ye. There’s no excuse, but I can try to explain myself.”
Nearby, a woman cried out. One claimed. Then a few yards to my right, a couple tumbled to the floor, the hunter yanking at his jeans to free his dick, the woman’s dress torn away to expose her naked body.
Kane reached out and stroked my face, his action so gentle in deep contrast to the carnage around us. “I’m in love with ye. That’s what I had to say.”
Bodies moved. Shouts echoed in the basement. Somewhere, someone came with a scream.
My world stopped.
He threw back his head and roared the words, then centred his focus back on me. “Is that public enough?”
Helovedme. The trembling extended throughout me, overwhelming emotion taking the wheel. I pressed my fingertips to my mouth.
Kane wasn’t done. “Give me the thirty days we get from the game to prove I want it all with ye. To find all the words I need to say. The last few days have been hell. I did that to us. It’s my fault, and I owe you for everything I’ve put you through. I want ye back. I need it. Let me fix this.”
“Promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
I held his gaze, lost in those beautiful grey eyes. “I have to know what you’re thinking. Don’t hide your emotions from me. I can’t bear it.”
The couple closest to us groaned with the satisfaction of contact, the man grinding down, others close to them complaining about their loss. Somewhere further away, a masculine cry gave up couple number three.
Two men stalked closer. Still on his knees, Kane didn’t look away.
“Desperate for ye. Fucking horny. So out of my mind in love that if I can’t have ye now, I’ll murder every man in this basement.”
The stalkers paused then pivoted away.
I’d asked for emotion and I was getting it. Even if it was tinged with violence, that was Kane. And I was done resisting.
With a sob, I threw myself at him. He growled with desperate possession and enclosed me in his huge arms, the tight hold giving way to the rearranging of clothes. Kane put me on my back on the concrete with his hand under my head and his big body between my thighs.
I didn’t care that there were people watching us. The cameras blinking. Lone men around the basement. Everything disappeared but him.
His thrust into me obliterated every sense that wasn’t Kane-shaped.
I moaned when he moved in my body, the thick weight of him an experience I never thought I’d have again. I was so ready for him, the fit so perfect. He filled me again and again, pleasure spilling through me, and the aching void he’d left replaced by happiness.
“Tell me you mean it,” I begged.
Kane kissed me, his tongue sliding over mine so his takeover of my body was complete. He drove me to the point where I felt I was about to break, then dropped his mouth to my ear. “I’m. In love. With ye.”
