Page 99 of The Deception You Weave
He glances over as we turn back onto the main road but he doesn't say anything.
I curl up once more and keep my eyes trained on the passing buildings before the scenery changes as we make our way out of town.
"MKU is that way," I say, pointing to a turn he missed to finally take us away from Harrow Creek.
"I'm aware, Princess."
"But—"
He shoots me a look that expertly cuts off any argument that might have been about to fall from my lips.
I have no idea what's out here, we're now mostly surrounded by forest, but I have a feeling that whatever it is, isn't good.
I swallow nervously and watch as he keeps driving. Only a few minutes later, a sign comes into view.
"Kane?"
"What? I'm hungry," he says as if this was the plan all along.
"Y-you're taking me to Hallie's?"
"Yeah. Problem?"
I shake my head as he pulls into the lot.
I've not been here for years. I remember Mom and Dad bringing us for pancakes when we were kids once. I think it was for Zayn's birthday or something as a special treat. We didn't have the kind of money that meant we could eat out a lot, even at a diner.
It's not until I stand from the car that I remember what I'm missing. The cool air surrounds my swollen core and I gasp.
"Problem?" Kane asks again, now around the hood and approaching me with a dark expression on his face.
"Yeah, you've got my fucking panties," I hiss, feeling naked without them despite the fact no one would know right now.
"Oh these?" he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he pulls them from his pocket.
My teeth grind as he holds them up.
"They're no use to you now. They're ruined. Much like your cunt, Princess. Because in case you hadn't realized—" He takes a step forward, forcing me against the car. The length of his body presses against mine, his still hard cock against my stomach as he lowers his lip to my ear. "I fucking own you."
His hand slips between us and he finds the bottom of my skirt.
Oh my God.
I squeeze my eyes closed in an attempt to block out where we really are as his fingertips part me and graze my still very sensitive clit.
"So fucking wet for me, Princess," he growls, slipping farther back and spearing his finger inside me.
"K-Kane, we're in a parking lot," I breathe, desperately wanting him to stop and turn up the heat all at the same time.
I've never met anyone who's made my head and body war in a way that Kane does.
I hate him, I want him.
I want him to leave, I want him to stay.
I want it to end, I want more.
One thing I do know is that he makes me fucking crazy.
