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Excitement and something else, maybe even admiration, sparked in his eyes. And it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I really was in control now, and Kane was mine, just like he tried to make me his.

Chapter Eleven

Evelina

Silence settled around the two of us, thick and intoxicating. I focused on Kane, who seemed wide awake now, but I could see his pupils were still dilated, so I knew he wasn’t completely coherent, even if he seemed like it.

Although his expression was apathetic, I saw the muscles in his arms flexing against his restraints. His head was lowered, but his eyes seemed so dark and were trained on me.

The space between us was tight, and I couldn’t get much closer than I already was, but the couple of small steps I could make… I took them. The small filet knife was cool and steady in my hand. The blade caught the light of the fire he’d started about an hour ago, and then I tilted my head, drinking him in.

God, he looked good, even better than before, because I tied him up and he was at my mercy.

He looked raw in the way I imagined someone who was primal and untamed would appear. His chest rose and fell with restrained power, the dominance pouring off of him despite Kane not having the power right now.

Or did he? Did I think I was the one in control, but it was just a mirage?

“You look good like this,” I murmured, trailing the tip of the knife down the bare upper part of his chest, just barely grazing the shirt stretched tight over his skin. “You’re so big… the biggest man I’ve ever seen, if I’m being honest.” My breath caught. “Yet you look helpless, Kane.”

That darkness in his gaze seemed to expand as he held my stare with his. I didn’t know what this look in his eyes was… until I did. I recognized it.

It was hunger.

“You’re insane,” he said low. Deep. His voice was rough, but it only made me smile and had my pussy clenching.

God, I was wet.

“Maybe,” I whispered, leaning closer, the knife catching under the fabric of his shirt.

“But so are you.” I sliced through the material, revealing the hard, rigid muscles beneath.

For a second, I just stared at his chest, and I let my fingers follow the path I made with the blade, grazing his bare skin and then pressing the tip of the knife right above his navel until he flinched. A thin line of blood formed on the little cut I made, and a low sound escaped his throat.

“But you like it, don’t you?” I leaned in closer so our lips were only inches apart. “I want to fuck you, Kane.”

His entire body tensed, and his nostrils flared. He strained against his bounds, bringing our faces even closer together. “The only one doing the fucking will be me, Evelina.”

My pussy got wetter, hearing him say those words… hearing him growl out my name.

I dropped the knife to the floor, the weapon hitting the hardwood with a clatter. I straightened, stepped back, and started pulling up my sweater and the T-shirt beneath it. Kane’s eyes darkened even further as I tugged the material off over my head, letting it fall to the floor and lay by the knife, my top half now bare. I stared at the minor cut I’d given him on his hard abdomen, a slow trickle of blood trailing downward, as I yanked down my leggings, then stepped out of them.

“Lick it off,” he grunted and strained again. His upper chest was angled forward as his abdomen flexed and showed off his six-pack.

I was panting as I sank to my knees and crawled over to him. Maybe he had the power after all, because here I was, crawling to him like his devoted little slut.

“Do it, Evelina. Run that sexy tongue all over my abs. Be a good girl.”

I rested my hands on his muscular thighs, ones that were big and hard like tree trunks, leaned forward, and while looking into his eyes, dragged my tongue up the blood trail and over the tiny cut. He groaned and growled, and I moaned. His blood tasted coppery yet sweet. I was already addicted.

“Now get up here, take my cock out, and put me inside of you.”

God, I was weak. Because… what did I do? I climbed onto his lap after scrambling out of my panties, undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and reached in to pull out the thickest, biggest, and longest dick I’d ever seen. And… Jesus Christ… the tip was dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum.

I straddled him, my thighs pressing against his hips, and I started rolling my center against his cock. He felt hard, hot, and undeniably aroused forme. I ground back and forth until he groaned.

I stared between our legs and watched his cock get even glossier as I rubbed my pussy back and forth on him, priming him with my juices.

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