Page 111 of The Revenge You Seek
None of that should have happened, but I know I'm the reason it did.
I set this up.
His muscular arm pins me to him.
He's holding me.
Kane fucking Legend is holding me in his sleep.
Even though I know it's true. That I can feel his hard body against mine. I find it hard to believe.
What I do know is that I need to get the fuck out of here.
Twisting my head, I glance up at his alarm clock.
Three a.m.
The house sounds like it's in silence.
It's now or never.
Lifting his arm slowly, I slip out from beneath him.
The second I'm gone, he pulls the pillow I was laying on into his body.
The sight has a lump crawling up my throat.
He doesn't look like the angry, hate-filled Creek boy in his sleep. He looks softer, vulnerable, and it makes me wonder who Kane really is underneath the bad boy image.
But I don't have time to stand here and figure it out, instead, I quickly gather up my clothes and purse before slipping from the room and praying that the hallway is empty and I'm not about to flash any of the Harris brothers.
I tug my still slightly damp clothes on in record time before rushing down the stairs.
Pulling the small cameras from my purse, I use the flashlight on my cell to look around the room for ideal places to hide them. He said he wanted to hear what they are up to, not that he wanted to see, so I use that to my advantage and start placing them around the living area.
Behind the TV. Under the wireless speaker. On the coffee machine.
I make quick work of securing them in places I really hope won't be spotted too easily and before I have a chance to overthink it, I rush from the house, silently closing the door behind me and all but jogging down the street as I call for an Uber.
My muscles burn as I move to remind me of what went down last night.
Did I expect that?
Yeah, I guess I did. Might have had something to do with why I was wearing one of my shortest skirts and tiny panties.
By the time I get back to my dorm, I can barely keep my eyes open. But I don't crawl into bed until I've had another shower. A shower that will wash him off of me and out of my head.
Still, I refuse to look in the mirror. I can't deal with that right now.
I'll worry about it in a few hours when I need to head to class.
With my hair still dripping wet, I pull on a tank and pair of boy shorts and all but crawl into bed.
Every single inch of me aches. The bite marks on my thighs and chest sting from my shower gel but I can't help getting hot just thinking about them.
Fucking Kane.
He told me he wanted to ruin me. I didn't think it was possible seeing as he already had a hand in shattering me before, but I fear he might just have accomplished what he set out to because there's no chance of me forgetting tonight.
