Page 101 of The Revenge You Seek
And like the good little whore that I am, I immediately follow orders. Heat surging to my core as the pain shoots straight toward my clit.
The first splash of cool water on my chest makes me still but then another hits and another before the sound of rain hitting the ground around us ruins the silence.
"Oh God, oh God," I chant when my release begins to build, the sensations in my body mixing with memories of another night of us out in the rain.
His hot fingers drag my hands away from my body and pinning them above my head against the windshield.
He drops his head beside mine, his rough jaw rubbing against my cheek as his hot breath coats my ear.
"Don't come."
"W-what?"
"Don't come and I promise to make it worth your while."
"W-what?" I repeat.
"Just do as you're fucking told, Princess."
His thrusts get more violent as his cock begins to swell.
"No condom," I whisper right before I sense he's going to explode.
A stream of curses falls from his lips before he stands tall, pulls out and takes himself in hand. Not two seconds later does he growl his release into the silent dark night and jets of hot cum hit my clit.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I try to force the feelings down and do as he said. Fuck knows why I chose this moment to do as the fuck I'm told. If I had to guess, I'd say it was the promise of more to come.
Jesus. I'm so fucked up.
The rain continues to lash at us, cooling my overheated body and soaking my clothes.
Kane's chest heaves as he stands before me, his eyes locked on my pussy that's dripping with his cum.
Reaching out, he runs one finger through my folds, rubbing his seed into my clit.
"Mine," he growls. "This is fucking mine. And tonight, I'm going to fucking ruin it."
I swallow down the desire that surges through my body at his words.
My body begs for me to demand he does it right now, but my head knows this is the worst idea in the world.
It's a shame that whenever I'm around Kane Legend that my brain doesn't stand a chance. Because when he releases me and allows me to slide to my feet and right my clothing, I don't argue with him or demand he just fixes my tire and leaves.
Instead, I stand there in the downpour and watch as he pulls open my driver's side door, rips the keys from the ignition and swipes my purse from the passenger seat.
"Let's go," he barks, throwing my purse at me, which I only just manage to catch before he marches toward his car.
He's almost inside before my body gets the message and I take off behind him.
I fold myself into his passenger seat, aware that I'm soaking wet—from the rain—and I'm wearing no panties—equally as wet.
I tug the fabric as far down my thighs as possible as Kane throws his car into reverse and wheelspins onto the street before flooring it in drive in the direction of his house.
My lips twitch at the corners at his desperation to get back.
"What about my car?" I ask, although right now with the steady throb in my core and the scent of Kane surrounding me, my car is the last thing I care about.
"We'll sort it tomorrow. I've got other things on my mind right now."
