Page 70 of Queen of Madness

I clear my throat, arching a brow. “I asked you a question, Kane. Answer it.”

His grin grows. “I knew you had a soft spot for me.”

My brows furrow. “You say that as if it’s an admirable thing.”

“It is.”

His voice is so flat, so sure. So utterly idiotic. “The only soft spot I have for you is between my thighs. Nothing more, Kane.”

He nods, letting his hand trail slowly down my jaw, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. “What were you dreaming about?”

“Tell me what happened.”

Yesterday was his day off, and since I didn’t get any reports from any of my establishments about a fight, I know it wasn’t there. His eyes leave my mouth, his hand dropping into his lap. It’s then I notice the red rim highlighting each one and the puffiness right under. His face interchanges between tightness and defeat.

He doesn’t want to tell me. He’s... embarrassed, perhaps. I should tell him not to worry, how it’s not my business, but I can admit I’m curious as to what he does when he leaves. Where he goes, who he’s with.

So instead, I wait, and just as I think he won’t tell me, he sighs. “My mom has been doing well for a while now. Taking her walks with neighbors, eating all the food I make for her. Hell, even keeping the house clean.”

Kane’s shoulders fall, and he shakes his head. “I went home and found her face down, high out of her fucking mind. She’d found out some pretty fucked-up shit and relapsed. I found her dealer, but he was with three others, so they got a couple licks in.”

“What was the news?”

His jaw clenches tight, the nerve running vertically, pulsing. “My sister. She, um...”

He clears his throat, shaking his head again as if it will rid him of the pain he’s feeling. “She’s always been good about getting into some trouble. Her heart’s in the right place, she just has really horrible execution.”

“Will she be alright?” I ask, watching his slight shifting, the many times he chews on the corner of his lip, and the way his chin keeps dropping toward his chest.

It’s guilt. He’s not sad; he feels guilty.

Why?

After a moment, he nods. “She will be soon.”

Before I realize what’s happening, Kane’s firm lips are on mine, his tongue running along the seam in an almost effortless attempt to open them.

I let him claim my mouth, the foreign feeling both overwhelming and incredibly sensual, stroking my inner desire.

He shifts, slowly pressing me back into the bed, while his hands tug at the tie on my robe. When it falls open, the cool air makes my nipples draw tight, and I moan into his mouth, arching my back to put my chest flush against his.

“Hmm, my needy girl.”

I bite into his lip, enough to taste the tangy copper, and have to suppress a smile when he groans, thrusting his extremely hard length into my thigh. There’s something about both hurting and turning him on that drives my fire, spurring me to do it more.

But when both my hands reach for his hair, he captures them, holding them above my head.

“Naughty girl. Did I tell you to move?”

My eyes narrow, but the heaviness in my stomach is too much to ignore. I squirm beneath him, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding against his cotton-covered dick. “Give me what I want, Kane.”

He smiles into my neck before running his teeth along my collarbone and kissing down until his warm mouth is around one of my nipples. His teeth sink into my soft flesh, adding to the marks he’s already decorated my body with. But the delicious pain fades quicker than it came, melting into intoxicating pleasure.

I draw in a sharp hiss, squeezing my legs tighter until one of my heels gets caught in his waistband. I’m able to hook myself underneath and slide his underwear down, freeing his erection that slaps right over my wetness.

“Fuckkkk.” His head falls back at the same time mine lolls to the side. “Fine. You want it? Take it.”

His hands release my wrists and find my hips, turning us over in my next breath. I land on my knees, straddling either side of his legs, my pussy hovering mere inches over his cock.

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