Page 75 of The Betrayal You Serve
"You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy your punishment for that little stunt."
"I think I do," I whisper, pushing my ass back against his and grinding against his cock.
A gasp rushes past my lips as his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing lightly. Heat floods my core at his possessive touch.
"And to think, I was going to treat you right this weekend."
"What's the fun in that? I like you wicked."
He spins me, pinning me to the wall with one hand on my throat still and the other one on my hip.
"I know you do, baby. And I fucking love it."
His lips are almost on mine when there is a knock at the door.
"Saved by the bell," he breathes against me and I sag against the wall, disappointment flooding me that he's not going to take me right here.
He stares at me and as if he reads my mind, he bellows. "Just leave it there. Thanks, man."
The guy says something in return but I'm too lost in Kane's lust-blown eyes to register the words.
In a rush, he pushes his boxers down around his hips, allowing his solid length free before lifting me from my feet.
"Let's build up an appetite."
"Kane," I cry as he fills me, my head falling back against the wall as pleasure surges through my body as if he didn't already make me come a handful of times only hours ago.
By the time we retrieve the Chinese food from the doorstep, it's cold.
"You go wash up and I'll reheat this," he says, holding the bag up he's just collected.
Just before I head for the bathroom, my cell pings in my purse.
Walking over to the dining table, I pull it out and unlock it when I see Leon's name.
Placing the bag of food on the table beside me, Kane wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.
"Should have guessed," he mutters when he sees who's messaged me.
"I thought you two were besties now," I comment, thinking about Lee telling me about the little chat they had in Kane's car.
"I wouldn't go that far," he growls. "But at least he doesn't want to steal you from me."
"They're both good people, Kane."
"Hmm… we'll see. Jury's still out on Luca."
"Oh shush, you're just jealous."
"That you ran straight to them the moment I fucked up, yeah, I fucking am."
I tense in his hold.
"What does he want?" he asks, dragging my thoughts away from my mistake.
I pull up the message and read it.
"He wants to know if I'm coming to the party tonight." I don't know why I say it out loud, he's looking over my shoulder and can read perfectly fine.
