Page 73 of Kaine

“You won’t know until you let me go, will you?”

“Fine. But let me remind you, there’s not a chance in hell you’re leaving this apartment tonight,” he threatens me. And in my right mind, I might believe him; as it is, all I hear is a challenge.

“Then let me go and prove it.”

He drops his hands away from my wrists, and steps away from me.

The bile rises in my throat, and I pull my hand away from the wall and slash my nails down the side of his face in one blinding arc.

“You fucking bastard!” I scream and run to the elevator door.

Without a word, a sound, he grabs me by the hand and throws me like a ragdoll over his shoulder, carrying me back into the main part of his apartment. I thump my hands on his back, kicking my legs as hard as I can, but it doesn’t stop him. I feel completely overpowered.

“Put me down!” I scream.

“No.”

“Please... I won’t do it again, I promise!” I beg.

“Oh, I know you won’t””

He takes me into his bedroom and throws me down on the mattress, I scramble to get to my feet, but he’s holding me down, my legs trapped under his and his hands holding my wrists down again over my head.

“Jade,” he says. Calm. Quiet. Strong.

I just hiss in response.

“Listen to me, Jade.”

I shake my head. Refusing to let his words enter my head. It doesn’t stop him.

“We will find your brother, hopefully soon. But you can NOT go out there tonight. It’s too unsafe, and you know that. I told you once and I’m telling you again, I will never let anything happen to you ever again.”

And then his mouth is on mine.

I scream but the sound is muffled in our kiss. Heat rises through my chest, and I try to stop the feeling of need rising through my core.

“So, we’re going to stay here,” he pants as he moves his mouth off mine for second. “And I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do since the moment I saw you.”

And even in this moment, I can’t deny my need to know. “What’s that?”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

The words flash like a meteor shower in my head, and I can’t help but give in to the sentiment. I want to hate him, and in some way, I do. But just as he said, I’ve wanted this since I first knew who he was. And knowing he wants the same has me instantly wet.

I want him inside me.

We stare at each other for a moment; there’s a drop of blood where I slashed his face, but he ignores it.

And then it starts.

His hands all over my body, his mouth, his lips, his tongue. He’s everywhere at once. His groans fill my brain and all I know is that I want to feel his skin on mine.

I tear at his shirt again, this time trying to peel it off his body. He sits up for a minute and pulls it over his head. His chest is bare and sculpted, just like I remember from the shower, from the roof. I pull myself up and trace the line of his abdomen with my fingers and it ripples under my touch. He pulls my finger off his body and to his mouth, wrapping the entire length with his lips.

The throbbing between my legs is becoming almost painful, my hip lifts without my doing and he knows, he knows I need him to touch me there.

Scooting down the length of my body, he hefts my skirt up around my waist, kissing the top of my inner thigh.