Page 36 of Brutal Mate

The warm breath that caressed her ear made her heart race.

“You don't get to talk to me like that and get away with it.”

The voice was little more than a growl, but Miley recognized it well.

Kane…she gasped, her entire body stiffening as she came to realize she was naked, pinned to the bed by Kane’s heavily tattooed body.

He hovered over her, his lips coming down on hers possessively.

Her head told her she ought to fight him, but every other inch of her pulsed with desire.

His dominance, the way he forced her down into the bed with his rippling, hard muscles, made her want him so badly that she wrapped her legs around him.

His grip on her throat tightened until she could barely breathe.

“Is this what you want?” He growled in her ear, and his hand slipped down between their bodies, guiding his cock inside her without warning.

He thrust himself so hard into her that if it hadn't been for her own dripping desire, he might have hurt her.

He stretched her wide, making her scream even past his grip on her throat.

“Yes,” she breathed out. “Yes!”

And her pleading tone only made him more forceful, more dominant.

“That's it, baby, take it, take every inch!” he groaned, his grip never leaving her throat, yet it loosened so that he could caress her flesh with the ball of his thumb.

And when he leaned down to kiss her collarbone, electricity surged through her entire body. The pleasure that had been tightening like a huge knot in her stomach suddenly exploded.

“Kane!” she screamed, writhing uncontrollably beneath him as he continued to have his way with her, making her orgasm over and over.

It was quick, animalistic, and intoxicating, until she felt the searing pain of fangs pierce her throat.

Sitting bolt upright in bed, Miley gasped for breath, her hand instinctively reaching for her throat.

Fangs? Fangs! Kane didn't have fangs. What the hell was her mind playing at?

Her arm was itching again, and she glanced down, half expecting to find the wound was back. There was nothing but flawless, unmarred skin.

Leaning back again the pillows, she sucked in breath.

What the hell is wrong with me? It was one thing to have sex dreams about Kane, but it was quite another to have sex dreams about him practically killing her.

Shaking her head, she tried to tell herself it was just her brain trying to make sense of all the weird stuff that had been happening to her lately. Whether the dreams made sense or not, they didn't have to mean anything. They were just dreams. At least, that's what she told herself as she tried to make sense of how she had even fallen asleep in the first place.

The last thing she remembered was arguing with Kane before he had walked out, leaving her to rest. She must have fallen asleep.

Shit! she thought when she glanced out of the guestroom window.

It was dark outside. She had to have slept a good portion of the day away.

Her stomach twisted. Why did Kane have to come and ruin everything? Before he had arrived, she had been busy helping with everything that needed to be done on the farm, making herself invaluable to her grandma in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, she might be able to stay on for a while.

He had gone and messed that all up simply by showing his face. She wasn't likely to be able to convince him just to leave her here. Kane didn't seem like the type just to give up that easily. And he had come an awful long way just to find her.

Don't let him fool you! Miley told herself as she clambered off the bed. It was quiet, too quiet. What had Kane done to grandma?

Ugh…she shivered. Maybe she really had been reading too many books.

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