Page 102 of Deviant Illusions

KANE

Ilove her.

I love her and she’s crazy.

I love her and she’s right.

I love her and she’ll never love me.

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DELILAH

Kane pushes inside me in one brutal thrust and bites into my cheek. “Hit me.” My back arches, chasing him while attempting to escape his teeth. But he doesn’t let me go as he begs, “Hit me again.” My cheek is still trapped between his teeth, turning his pleading into a mumble. “Hit me and tell me that you loved me.”

“I never loved you.”

My lie is met with a grunt as he pulls out then slams back into me so hard that his hips smash into the back of my thighs.

“Delilah,” he whimpers. “Don’t take that away from me.”

“I didn’t, you di?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he bites out into my skin as he lifts up to look down at me.

He wraps his hand around my neck, pushing me into the sheets while I laugh.

“Do it,” I dare. “Kill me while you’re inside me. Feel me turn cold on you and know that it’s your fault. Because you’re fucking pathetic.”

His face falls as he softens his hold on my neck to stroke up and cup my cheek. Resting his forehead on mine, he softly begs,“Please, pretty girl? I know you can’t love who I am now.” He holds my face with both hands. “But tell me it was true. Let me have that. It’s all I have.Youare all I have.”

“That’s what you deserve,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “You took it away from me first, so I’m repaying the favor.”

My fingers slip down his spine, coated in his blood, and I dig my nails into his ass to control his movements.

“I love you,” he whispers, tears shining at the corner of his eyes in the silvery light as he slowly thrusts into me.

“Shut the fuck up.” I push against his hip and kick his thigh to get him away from me. “You sound like Asher and the days of being forced to be under him are over.”

It was always the same with Asher’s manipulation. He’d make me feel bad for him hitting me as though I had control of him. Then he’d softly rape me instead of forcefully while telling me how much he loved me. How he’d give me whatever I want as long as I stay with him because he had no one. And I was a stupid teenager then. I might still be an idiot, but I’m older, so the wisdom of experience makes me more violent as I continue kicking Kane in the thigh to get the fuck away from him.

He moves back enough for me to slip out from under his body. But as I sit up on my knees to crawl off the bed, he pushes his entire body weight into my back, flattening me against the bed. My air is further restricted when he brutally holds my throat to pull my head back while kneeing the inside of my thigh.

“Is this what you need?” he grits as I dig my nails into his forearm. “Now do you know who the fuck I am, when you can’t see his fucking face?”

I kick back but it only pushes my ass into him. My foot doesn’t connect with his body as he forces my legs apart, then pushes inside me in one thrust. So I use my head. A twinge travels up my nape as I try to hit him in the mouth, only meeting air when he tilts to the side and fits his lips by my ear.

“Tell me now, who the fuck did you love?” he demands, pulling out to push back inside me.

“Not…you,” I force out through his rough hold. Then push the bile away as I lie, “Asher.” I can’t breathe with how tightly he holds my neck, but I look through the corner of my eyes as I smile. “I love Asher.”

The weak croak makes him rage. He pulls his arm so quickly that it blurs along with the rest of my vision before there’s a loud crack and pain erupts from the outside of my thigh.

“Say it again, and I’ll make you fucking bleed,” he says darkly.

“Asher,” I weakly moan, pushing my ass back. “Fuck, yes, Asher. I love Asher.”

“Stop,” he grits, almost pained as he massages up my neck to grip my jaw. “Saymyname, pretty girl.”

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