But I refuse to think about him at the moment. Not while Kane is staring up at me with enough heat in his eyes to set fire to the whole damn kitchen.
When he tells me he’d prefer me without panties, it’s all I can do not to whimper. It’s like he’s unlocked a hidden submissive kink. I’m not usually submissive, but Kane makes the idea of being thrown around by a big, strong man super appealing.
“You’re going to do exactly as I tell you, kitten,” he says in his gruff, sexy voice.
“I’m not good at following orders,” I admit.
He snorts. “I know. But if you want me to make you feel better, do as you’re told, sweetheart.”
My panties burst into flames. Or they would do if they weren’t soaked.
Kane rubs his thumbs over the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. Every gentle brush sends a shiver through me. The pain in my shoulders and back has already faded. I no longer care that we almost died earlier today or that I now have a target on my back.
None of that matters.
Kane hooks his fingers under the ribbons that hold my panties together.
“Lift,” he orders, and because I’m already conditioned to do as he tells me, I lift my bottom so he can tug the panties off. I watch as he balls them up and pushes them into his pocket.
“You better not steal all my panties,” I warn with narrowed eyes. I don’t have that many.
“Did I say you could speak?” The sharp edge of his voice turns me to stone. Does he want me to reply? I say nothing.
“Good girl.” A shudder of arousal heats my skin, and I bite my lip. When he looks down, he groans. “So fucking wet,” hemurmurs to himself before swiping his tongue through my slick folds. I can barely contain my moans when he pushes a finger inside me, stretching me open.
A desperate plea for more hovers on my lips, but I dare not push him in case he stops what he’s doing. I have a feeling he’ll leave me hanging on the precipice as punishment if I speak without permission.
“Does that feel good?” He looks up at me, face shiny with my arousal.
I nod. “Good girl,” he repeats. “Now show me your tits.”
I tear my tee off with indecent haste, eager for more. If he doesn’t make me come soon, I swear on Angelo’s life I’ll gut the bastard.
“Such pretty tits,” he purrs before latching onto my right breast while torturing the left with his fingers. Each powerful suck of his mouth makes it harder to stay quiet, but I bite back my moans and whimpers.
“You’re doing so well keeping quiet, kitten, but I want to hear you come.” He pushes two and then three fingers inside me, and I moan when his thumb rubs my clit. “That’s my good girl,” he rumbles in satisfaction. When his mouth finds my breast again, I’m gone.
The scream I unleash is loud. So loud, I swear every fucking guard patrolling outside must have heard me. My dog leaps up from the rug where she’d dozed off and fills the kitchen with a volley of barks, which makes Kane chuckle as I come down from my high.
“Coco, be quiet!” I don’t want any of the guards bursting in to check on us.
“How’s your back and neck?” Kane wipes his mouth on my tee and gently tugs it over my head. I pull it down before yawning.
“Much better, thank you, doctor. Send your bill to my husband. I’ll make sure he pays it.”
He smirks at me and then stands. I try not to eyeball the massive bulge in his pants, which looks very uncomfortable.
“Come on, kitten. Let’s get you to bed. It’s late, and while I don’t expect you back in the gym for a few days, Angelo will be home soon.”
“Wouldn’t want him catching us, eh?” Knowing how pissed off he is about Luka makes me a little nervous at the thought of him finding out what Kane just did for me, but I don’t voice my thoughts. Kane’s an adult. I haven’t coerced him into anything, and besides, my marriage to Angelo is fake.
If I want to fuck other people, I will.
Kane’s more than capable of dealing with Angelo if shit hits the fan.
At least that’s what I tell myself when he carries me upstairs to my room with Coco trotting behind us. Felix is curled up in a tight ball at the bottom of the bed. He opens one eye when Kane tucks me in but doesn’t move. Coco hops onto the bed and crawls under the covers.
“Sweet dreams, kitten.” Kane brushes his lips across my mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss, and then he’s gone, like a thief in the night.
