Page 14 of The Mistakes You Make
“Kane.” I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be a warning, but all I hear is a plea.
“Yeah, Princess?”
“I hate you.”
“Not as much as I hate you.”
Reaching out, my fingers wrap around the top of her dress and I drag it down, ripping the thin straps in the process.
“What are you—fuck—” she moans the second I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck hard before sinking my teeth in.
Her hips grind against me and I stifle the moan that threatens to erupt from my throat at the feeling of her against my cock.
“You holding out on me, dirty girl?”
“Kane.” Her warning might hold a little more conviction if it wasn’t said around a needy panting breath.
“Don’t worry, Princess. Your punishment doesn’t end there.”
Sitting up, my hands land on her wet knees. She watches completely enthralled as my fingers slide down her thighs, pushing the rain droplets lower as I go until her dress is bunched up around her waist, exposing her tiny black lace thong.
The sound of the party in the distance has been swallowed by the rain blasting through the trees and soaking into the earth around us.
The only thing here is us and the elements. Exactly as it should be.
Coldness seeps into my knees and I can only imagine how it feels to be lying in it like Letty is.
“Pretty. But not enough to save,” I mutter. The lace practically disintegrates in my hands and I discard the scrap of fabric in the mud.
Letty’s eyes blaze with heat and anger when I make my way back up her body.
Her hair is sodden, tendrils sticking to the sides of her face, the length swamped by the muddy puddle she’s in.
Her dress is rucked around her middle, her full tits and pert nipples on full display. Her legs parted and her pussy slick and ready for me
Fuck. She’s never looked better. And Letty is always fucking beautiful, so that’s really saying something.
“Kane, we can’t—”
My hand finds her throat once more and I squeeze tight enough to cut off her words as I run the fingers of my other hand through her folds. She shudders, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to stop her from moaning in pleasure.
But fuck, I need that sound.
“So fucking wet for me, Princess. Anyone would think you want me.”
“Never,” she breathes as I tease her entrance.
“I think you’re lying to me again. You like the pain. You like the punishment. You like the games. It’s why it’s taken us this long to get here.”
“No,” she cries, her head thrashing from side to side in denial, but we both know the truth here.
This moment has been a long time coming.
It should have been us all this time. But it wasn’t.
She ruined that.
She ruined everything.
