Page 10 of Kane's Fake Relationship

“Will you be?”

“Maybe.”

I pulled her back just enough to look into her eyes. “What else do you have planned for tonight?”

“I want to go home.”

“Okay, come on, I’ll take you.”

I stepped back and turned to the car, only for her to walk in the other direction. “Where are you going now?”

“Home,” she said as she pointed to the building next to us.

“You live here?”

She just nodded and turned to walk up the steps of the brownstone. It took me a second to realize what was happening, but once I did, I had to run to catch the door before it closed behind her. She flipped on the hallway light and made her way into the apartment. It seemed to suit her perfectly. Not that I knew her that well, but it was exactly what I would have imagined, minus the room of pleasure I had hoped to find.

“Nice place,” I said as she reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water, offering me one.

“Thanks. It’s not fancy, but it works for me.”

“Where do you see your clients now?”

“Mostly at other clubs, sometimes their homes. Shit. I left my bag in your car.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get it in the morning.”

“The morning?”

“Yeah, I’m not planning on leaving tonight, Trinity. Not unless you ask me to, and I have a feeling you don’t really want to do that.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Your scene. You made it clear you planned to give yourself to me. Now all I have to do is be here when you are ready.”

She shook her head and took a drink of water. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you, Kane Saint?”

“I love the way you say my name.”

“Kane Saint,” she said again, lifting her eyebrows, egging me on.

“Do it again.”

“Kane…. Saint,” she said as she leaned over the counter just close enough for me to reach for her, and reach for her I did. I grabbed a handful of her hoodie and pulled her face close to mine.

“Careful, Trinity. You’re playing with a fire I don’t think you’re ready for.”

“Oh, you think so?” she breathed as she watched my lips move.

“I do. I had planned a sweet night of holding you and fucking you softly until you screamed out your release while I worshipped your body, but if you want to play rough, then I can make that happen too.”

She pushed against the counter, and I let go of her.

“I am a Dom. I am not a Sub.”

“You sure?”

She stood there shaking her head. “This is exactly what I was talking about earlier. You have no regard for the rules.”

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