Page 97 of The Deception You Weave
"Then don't insinuate I fucking planned this," I hiss.
"Then don't pretend you don’t want this."
Moving my hand so it wraps around his neck, he lowers his own to my core.
"You're fucking dripping," he states, dipping two fingers inside me and making my muscles tighten to pull him deeper. "Dirty little whore."
As always, his words send a bolt of heat to my pussy, flooding his hand even more, something he doesn't miss.
"Fuck, Princess."
I almost cry out at the loss of his fingers but I soon forget about it when he runs the head of his cock through my wetness.
"Kane," I moan, trying to force myself down on him when he gets to my entrance. My hand tightens around his neck as I fight to take control.
"That isn't how this works," he forces out, reaching up to grab my throat once more, pushing me back against the steering wheel.
The second I'm where he wants me, his hips surge up, his cock filling me in one quick thrust.
"Kane," I cry as the burn from his intrusion gives way to the pleasure.
"Missed me, Princess?"
The smugness in his voice and the smirk on his face makes me want to try to slap him again, but I know it's pointless because he can read the thought in my eyes, I'm sure.
My arms flail around trying to find something to hold on to as he begins pistoning inside me, pulling my hips down to meet every one of his brutal thrusts.
My palm lands on the window, the cold glass cooling my heated skin for the briefest of moments as it slides down.
"When will you learn to do as you're fucking told?" he spits as he continues fucking me.
His hair has fallen over his brow and his skin is flushed with exertion, his lips twisted as if he's in pain.
"Shit," I say in the rush, trying to grapple onto the edges of reality that are quickly slipping away while he's inside me. "Are you okay? You shouldn't be—"
"Shut up, Princess," he growls and my lips immediately slam closed.
I stare at him with my brows raised.
You know what, I hope it really fucking hurts.
His smirk tells me that he knows exactly what I'm thinking.
His fingers tighten and I’m pulled down lower onto him ensuring that his cock hits that magical deep spot inside me every time he surges up.
My body burns, my nerve endings tingling, ready for the release that’s just in touching distance.
He knows I'm close. We've played this game long enough now for him to know my tells. Reaching up under my shirt, he drags the cup of my bra down and squeezes my nipple until it burns with pain.
"I've got a million reasons why I shouldn't let you come, Princess," he warns. "How about you tell me why I should?"
I stare at him. The muscles running down his neck strain with tension. My eyes run over his chest and abs wishing like hell that he didn't have a shirt on so I could take in the muscles clenching there too as he thrusts inside me.
I find his eyes once more. The blue has almost been entirely swallowed by the darkness of his anger and desire. The knowledge that I’m the one to cause that reaction in his makes me feel like a fucking goddess.
“B-because you want to?”
“Fuck, Letty. Fuck.” His palm slams against the window with such force I let out a startled cry before he grips my hips to move me exactly where he wants me as he ups the ante.
