Kane sucked in a breath. His words became my world.
“Ye like danger. There is no way you’d look twice at me if my violence wasn’t attractive. It isn’t just the fact that I’d hurt anyone who even glanced at ye wrong. As much as ye want that protection, there’s something deep inside that gets off on the rush and the risk. It’s part of who ye are, just the same as me.”
My breathing hitched as an orgasm neared.
Kane kept going, winding that incredible feeling tighter inside me. “You’re supposed to be the good girl. And ye are. You’re my good girl. But you’re also a risk taker. The thought of me using those weapons is why they’re such a turn-on. My fists, my energy.”
“Yes,” I confessed, my insides tightening and squeezing the brass.
“If I was there now, you’d let me do anything I wanted to your perfect body.”
I couldn’t let that slide. “I don’t have a perfect body.”
“Whoever told ye that will be first to die. You’re a fucking vision. Curvy and filled out to perfection. You’re a walking wet dream. Raise the shirt above your chest.”
With a gasp, I wrenched the t-shirt up, bearing everything. My wobbly belly, my full breasts. Brave from his words, I moved the camera so he could see it all.
Kane let out an awed breath. “Baby, you’re perfect. Your body is incredible. Fucking hell. I’d intended for this just to be you, but I need to come when you do. Lay my knife between your tits.”
A fresh and hard thrill passed over me. I did what he asked and held the camera so it was high enough for him to see as much of me as possible.
“I need to see your face,” I pleaded.
Kane reclined his seat and tugged his t-shirt up, the phone view shifting so I got a glimpse of his ultra-hard dick in his fist, then returning to his eyes.
“You’re beautiful as well,” I said, so breathless I wasn’t sure if he’d hear.
He made a deep sound of pleasure. “My knife between your tits, my knuckle-dusters in your cunt, and the barrel of my gun on your clit. Make yourself come on my weapons, baby. I’ll do the same at just the sight of ye.”
Even with all of the toys, it was his words that tipped me over the edge. I arched back into the pillows and came. Rolling pleasure broke over me, delighting every inch. I throbbed around the knuckle-dusters, and my legs shook. Kane’s groan of need forced my eyes open.
“So fucking perfect. Pull them out. Let me see.”
I reached between my legs and caught the edge of the brass tool, then slowly inched it from me while I still pulsed. Kane’s eyes shuttered then he came, too, the sounds cluing me in as his camera dropped.
Both of us breathed together, then Kane gave a short growl, finding his phone from where he’d dropped it in the dark car.
“Ye have no idea what ye do to me, flower girl.”
I didn’t even have the words to tell him the same applied in reverse. Sprawled on the bed, I cooled. Wishing he was with me so he could hold me.
Then Kane made a sound of annoyance. “For fuck’s sake. Tyler’s calling me. I can’t believe I have to hang up.”
“It’s okay. I need sleep. Please be careful tonight.”
“I’ll talk to ye soon. And Lovelyn? Don’t clean my weapons.”
Then he was gone.
Chapter 28
Lovelyn
With a tight belly, I climbed the steps in Divide, heading to the VIP suite where I was meeting Mila. ‘devils’ by DashaDay thumped through the air, and facts and figures raced through my mind after a day spent researching, along with a countdown that was getting harder to ignore.
This morning, squirreled away in Kane’s room, I’d worked on the trusted companies list Mila had sent me.
I’d narrowed it down from six to three, based on one not being formed early enough, another having been bought out entirely a few years ago—long enough ago that the grandfather would’ve known and switched them out. The last had financial troubles in the same timescale. Then I went to town on those remaining. I’d pored over their finances, their operations, and their connections to Marchant Haulage.
