Page 100 of The Revenge You Seek
Before I get a chance to ask what he means, he tucks his fingers under the fabric and tugs until the sound of ripping hits my ears.
"Hey," I cry. "They're my favorites."
"They're mine now."
He scrunches them into a ball in the palm of his hand.
"Fuck, Princess. They're soaked." He lifts them to his nose and I swear my body is about a second away from combusting.
"Kane," I whimper, and he stuffs the ruined bit of fabric into his back pocket.
I rock my hips again and a growl rips from his throat.
"Fuck, Princess."
He pushes his sweats down just enough to release his length. He pumps a couple of times and I stare, fascinated once again by how fucking big it is.
Asshole's like Kane should not be graced with that girth. It's not fucking fair.
My thoughts are soon forgotten when he pushes me up the hood a little before lining his cock up at my entrance and dragging me back down.
"Oh fuck." He stretches me wide and steals my breath, not giving me a chance to recover before he pulls out and slams back in. "Oh God. Oh God."
"Not God, Princess. Just a fucking Legend."
I laugh in disbelief at his words but I soon forget when his piercing brushes my G-spot and I cry out once again.
The release that he denied me in the library surges forward. It doesn't matter that I've got myself off more times than I want to admit to that memory, none of them hit the spot like I know he can.
He fucks me without touching me and my body screams for more. I need him everywhere. I need to lose myself in the burning sensation of his mouth, of his lips, his teeth.
Reaching forward, I capture his hand and drag him forward, arching my back and thrusting my tits in his face.
"Who's calling the shots around here, Princess?"
"You," I cry as he grinds his hips against mine because I know it's what he wants to hear.
"Correct. It'll do you good to remember that."
His hands wrap around my hips, his fingertips digging into the healing bruises from the other day.
"Your biggest concern should be whether I'm going to let you come this time."
"I'll fucking kill you," I warn, much to his amusement.
"Oh, Princess. That I would pay to see."
One of his hands releases me and skims up my body, gripping on to my breast and squeezing until I cry out in pain. He pinches my nipples making my pussy clench around him before his hand settles around my throat.
I swallow harshly and he smiles knowing that I'd never admit it, but I fucking love this right now. I love that he doesn't treat me like I'm made of glass and about to shatter, no matter how likely I am to do just that once this is all over.
"Fuck, Princess," he grunts, his hips piston in and out of me. "Fucking sinful."
"I could say the same."
Lifting my hands, I cup my own breasts. His eyes widen as he takes in my move.
"Pinch them until it hurts," he demands, watching my every move.
