Page 2 of Cocky Bastard

Kane’s eyes widened, plush lips falling open, and for a second I thought I’d stunned him speechless. “You’re such a shameless bastard.”

“Is that a no?” I asked as I tilted my head and looked up at him from under my lashes. Technically I was taller than him, but positioning myself like this made Kane feel like he had power over me. “Do you want me to leave? You know I’m not going to fuck you unless you want it. Consent is always sexy, baby.”

“No.”

“No, what? No, you want me to leave, or no, you want me to stay? I’ve told you before, kitten, you need to use your words.”

Kane growled, nearly slamming his half-full glass onto the bar. A few drops splashed onto the polished wood, and I was highly tempted to point out he was wasting good whisky. But I wasn’t going to push my luck. “No, I want you to stay,” he said. “But do you have to be such a dick?”

I grinned playfully. “I thought you liked that about me.”

“I like your dick, but that doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Aww, you say the sweetest things.”

He sighed and glanced around again. “I have to say hi to a few people. Come to my hotel room in about”—he glanced at his watch—“an hour. Room 403 at The Library.”

I whistled teasingly. “How bougie.” The Library Collection was one of those small, exclusive hotel chains that had popped up in major cities over the past few years. In my youth I’d never cared much about staying in fancy places—as long as there was a bed and a shower, I’d been happy—but in the last year or two, I’dreally begun to appreciate the finer things. Besides, it wasn’t like I couldn’t afford it.

“Perks of the job,” he said with a hint of a smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell security to let you in.”

“How charming.” I leant even closer, almost letting my lips brush against his ear. “Although I’ll already be there. I’m in 312. Apparently, we have similar tastes.”

Kane’s eye twitched slightly as I pulled back, and it made my smile widen. God, he was so fun to tease. He’d make me pay for it later, but it would be worth every fucking second.

“See you soon, sweetheart,” I said, winking at him before walking away.

The next hour was going to be torture.

“Could you have been any more of a fucking prick?” Kane asked as he pulled me into his hotel room sixty-two minutes later, slamming the door shut behind us with such venom it made the floor shake. “Seriously? Do you just get off on being a bastard? Is it, like, some fucking kink?”

I opened my mouth to answer but didn’t get a chance because Kane grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a rough kiss, dragging me across the spacious suite and into the attached bedroom. Spinning me around, he pushed me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the enormous bed that dominated the space. I grabbed his waist as I flopped down onto the mattress, pulling Kane with me.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a prick if you weren’t so fun to tease,” I said, managing to get the words out as Kane straddled my lap and began tearing at the buttons on my shirt. There was no finesse to his movements and at least two of the buttons went flying, pinging off across the room to be discovered by housekeeping tomorrow.

Thank fuck it wasn’t one of my expensive ones.

“Fuck you,” Kane said with a snarl, kissing me furiously and grinding down on my lap, his cock already hot and hard.

“Is that what you want, darling?” I asked, running my hands up his thighs and caressing the straining bulge in the front of his suit trousers. “I don’t usually bottom, but I’d make an exception for you.”

Kane growled as he nipped my lip, bucking his hips into my touch, desperate for more. “You’re such an asshole. Why the fuck do you think you’re so special?”

I tilted my head back and smirked. “Lots of reasons. But like I said before, if you really don’t want this, I’ll leave.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Say please.”

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s polite,” I said, slowly rubbing my thumb in circles over his cock. Kane groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. God, he really was so fucking pretty. I could understand why people went crazy over him. “Go on, say please.”

“Please.” He practically spat the word out through gritted teeth.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you’re asking for.”

“Please… fuck me.”

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