Page 98 of The Deception You Weave
“Come, Princess. Come all over my fucking cock.”
He slams up into me once more and my head falls back as pleasure engulfs me. My body convulses as wave after wave of pleasure hits me over and over.
Kane’s brutal movements, or grip on my body, don’t falter until his cock swells even more, stretching me that bit wider as he falls over the edge, the sight of him and the feeling of his cock jerking inside me forces me into a second release almost before the first had subsided.
Unable to hold myself up, I fall forward into his chest as I fight to regain control of my breathing.
His cock softens inside me but it's not enough to slip out when I push from his body and sit up.
A groan rips from his throat at my movement and when I find his eyes, I find his eyelids squeezed tight.
"I should bend you over the hood of the car and treat you like you deserve," he grits out.
"Because fucking me in the front seat wasn't enough?" I ask, amusement lacing my tone.
"It's never e-fucking-nough," he mutters but his breath catches as if he didn't actually mean to say the words out loud.
Not willing to even acknowledge what he means by that statement, I begin to climb off him.
His hands slip down my thighs, his fingers clenching for a few seconds but he eventually releases me and allows me to fall down into the passenger seat.
"We should get back." My voice is flat, void of any emotion as I climb back to my own seat and attempt to fix my clothing. My thighs ache and the evidence that he just came inside me without a fucking condom makes itself known.
My heart continues to race but I refuse to let thoughts of the past into my head.
Feeling naked with a short skirt and no panties, I reluctantly glance over at him as he puts himself back together but I don't miss the flash of red lace that’s poking out of his pocket.
"Are you for real?" I blurt, my eyes still at his waist.
He chuckles darkly but doesn't say anything as he sits straight and lowers the window a little, letting some fresh woodland air mix with the scent of sex that's filling the car.
My skin burns as I remember what just went down in here.
Lifting my hands, I run my fingers through my hair to smooth it down and try to find some calm in all this chaos.
Kane's angry stare burns the side of my face but he makes no attempt to take us away from here.
"Can we go, please?"
"Always wanting to get away from me, Princess."
"And you're surprised?" I mutter, more than ready to put this whole evening behind me.
"Here," he says, passing his cell over. "Order your dad some dinner."
I stare down at the phone and frown.
"I can do it myself," I snap, reaching forward for my purse, hoping like hell there's also a freaking tissue in there too because… yuck.
"Order his food, Princess," he growls, his voice rough and deep, sending shivers racing through me as he throws his cell into my lap.
"O-okay."
I pick it up with shaking hands and find he's left an app open for me.
I scroll until I find something I know Dad loves and then tap in his address.
“Done. Here." I throw it back at him, much like he did me and I can't fight my smirk when I obviously hit him in the balls and he jolts in shock.
