Page 71 of Sinful Obsession

“You fucker. Don’t you ever pull that shit again. I will kill you.” Kane glanced at me. “Are you okay?” he asked in a low tone, the muscle clenching in his jaw.

Stunned and speechless, I nodded.

Kane grabbed the guy by his black shirt, then jerked him into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Relieved, I sank onto the chair, collecting myself. Since Kane had charged in here like a pissed-off bull, I knew the guy in the mask had lied to me. Kane was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt when he barged in—no mask and no black shirt or slacks.

A little while later, Kane joined me.

“I’m so sorry, babe. That won’t ever happen again. He’ll be dealt with.” His tone dripped with authority, and I rubbed my hands over the goose bumps that dotted my arms.

I loved this part of Kane, protective and jealous. My brow shot up. “So, you are the leader.” That probably wasn’t what I should have focused on, but I had.

Kane gave me a half shrug. “Lucky for you, huh?” He gathered me in his strong arms and pulled me to his chest. “I’m glad he didn’t hurt you.”

“He didn’t. He messed with me, though. He implied you were with another girl.” My nostrils flared at the mere thought of Kane with someone else. I understood he’d been with other women, but we were together and had even discussed we were exclusive.

Kane kissed the top of my head. “I wasn’t even here. I’d stopped off at my parents’ and was running late. I was on my way here to take care of you and some business afterward. I swear I haven’t touched another girl.”

I peered up at him. “I believe you. You haven’t just showered, and you don’t reek of sex or some other girl’s perfume. Lucky you.” I batted my eyes at him. “Did you at least send the invitation?”

“Yeah. That part was me.” He placed his finger beneath my chin and tilted it. “You promise me he didn’t rape you?”

“I would tell you, Kane. I swear.”

“Okay.” He dipped his head, planting a soft line of kisses down my jaw and neck.

A soft moan escaped me as I gripped his biceps. “I saw the camera.” I pointed to the ceiling.

His chuckle sent delicious chills down my spine. “Do you like that idea?” He slid his hand down my back, cupping my ass in his palm.

“Depends.”

“On?” He gently tugged my dress up, revealing my bare pussy.

“If you’ll be on the video with me or off to the side?”

Kane knelt, then lifted one leg over his shoulder. I leaned against the wall, hoping I wouldn’t fall over. His tongue ran over my swollen lips, and I moaned as he spread me apart.

He glanced at me, a devious smile on his handsome face.

“I’ll be in it with you, but first …” He flicked his tongue over my clit, his gaze never leaving mine. “I need to watch you touch yourself.”

His slightly stubbled chin scraped against the inside of my thigh as he licked and sucked my sensitive flesh. “Okay,” I panted. At that point, I probably would have agreed to anything.

“Kane, that feels so good.” I slammed my eyes closed, losing myself for a moment.

To my disappointment, he rose. “Have a seat and spread your legs.”

I sat, then Kane placed a leg over each arm of the chair. He strolled over to a cabinet, opened a drawer, and produced a black velvet bag. Opening it, he approached again. “I bought this for you the other day.” He gave me the vibrator.

I took it from him and watched as he removed a small remote and turned on the camera before he sat down in front of me. “Turn it on,” he ordered. “Show me how you fuck yourself when I’m not with you.”

Fumbling for the button, I pushed it and the toy hummed to life. I ran it over myself, coating it with my desire as his attention fixated on every move I made. His lips parted as I eased it inside, gasping as it filled me. Desire surged through my bloodstream, and the lust in Kane’s eyes intensified.

“Faster.” The gravel in his voice sent shivers over me.

My moans echoed through the room as my back arched off the chair. “Kane,” I said breathlessly, nearing the edge of an orgasm.

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