Page 43 of King of Ruin

I raise a brow, a challenge creasing my eyes. “Finish cleaning me, Kane.”

He tsks, clearly amused. Then, everything happens too quickly for me to stop. He pushes me to one side of the tall shower, and jerks my arms above my head. He’s too strong to fight against, but I try regardless, attempting to yank my arms down, but they don’t budge.

A click echoes above me, and I realize he’s latched me to something. I try to look up but he grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Why must you make everything so difficult when it’s all you want?”

I smirk. “And what is it you think I want?”

His free hand snakes between my clenched thighs and swipes through my slick cunt.

“Fuckkkk,”he groans at the same moment I think it, burrowing his face in the crook of my neck. “You wantme.”

I attempt a laugh but it comes out as a heady moan instead. I feel him smile against my neck before biting the flesh. The pain is temporary, melting into pleasure as he licks the spot.

“Tell me you don’t.” He strokes up the length of my pussy, stopping at my clit. He applies pressure as he circles it. “Come on, Boss. Lie to me.”

My voice is a raspy mess, strained under the tight winding of my nerves. “I want you to bathe me.”

“Liar,” he hisses, making another pass. My body clenches, a heavy sigh falling from my lips, exposing my truth. He coasts his other hand up my stomach and tugs on a barbell. “Every time you lie to me, there will be some sort of punishment. Maybe then you’ll be honest with me.”

“Kane.” It’s a warning. But he doesn’t heed it and instead passes over my nerves again. There’s nothing but pure molten fire in his gaze as he watches the battle on my face.

“How about you tell me what you want, Onyx?”

My name on his lips is my undoing. There’s something about the complete and total want dripping in the syllables that cuts through me. I arch my chest, pressing myself into him, and moaning when my leg meets his hard length.

“Hmmm.” He pushes his dick closer, letting it dig into my thigh. His thumb moves faster, flicking over my clit so quickly a tight ball begins to form low in my core. “I see. Well, unfortunately, it’s not something you’re going to get.”

My eyes snap to his, the haze of arousal mixing with frustration as I take in his dark gaze.

He shakes his head, the wet ends of his hair dripping water down the bridge of his nose and onto his lips. “No, the next time I fuck you, it’s going to be after you beg for it.”

One of his thick fingers dives into my pussy and my core clenches around the intrusion. “After your body is trembling and on the verge of utter fucking collapse from hysteria and want.”

He adds a second finger before pumping in and out, and his thumb continues its assault on my throbbing clit. “When you think you can’t go another second without my cock inside that tight little cunt.”

The budding heat expands, and my nerves tingle as he works every single one in tandem. Before I can force the impending orgasm back, he licks a path up my neck and down my jaw until he reaches my lips. “That’s when I’ll fuck you,mo bhanríon.”

Another pass and I combust, visions of me actually begging Kane so damn delicious I can think of nothing else. As though he can see the scene playing in my head, he doesn’t stop fucking me with his fingers, drawing it out to the point my knees begin to quiver.

“That’s my girl. Give me everything,” he coaxes in my ear as he runs his nose along the column of my neck, causing me to shiver.

It isn’t until my walls stop pulsing that he finally wanes, withdrawing his hand and hooking it around my waist to keep me steady. I hoped after the release, I’d feel better–have some type of relief–but it isn’t the case. My core is still tight, my heart still pounding, and my body still leans into him.

I need to put distance between us. Between the fact that I’m a captive, being both held and protected by my captor. I need a minute to breathe without drinking him in. I just need… “Space.”

Kane’s eyes flicker between mine before he nods, and unlatches my hands from what I realize now was a hook. I want to ask what it’s for but remain quiet as he backs me into the water again.

He finishes washing us both, careful to make quick passes over my sensitive flesh and tight nipples. I bite into my lip as he takes a brush from his hanging shower basket and takes his time, brushing through my locks. When he’s done, he lets the water run over my hair, rinsing the conditioner.

My mind runs a mile a minute as we exit the shower. I want to know what he’s thinking. I want to sit down and rationalize everything that’s happened thus far. I want to fucking understand without the preconceived notions, fears, and doubts clouding every thought that crosses my mind.

I want him to tell meeverything.

But I’m not given the chance, because once we’re back in his room, he unlocks my cuffs and hands me a pair of his pajamas. “There’s too many guards positioned outside. Please don’t chance it by trying to leave. Fruit, dry snacks, and plenty of drinks are in the eating area. You’re welcome to all of it.”

He turns and dresses himself as I slide on the oversized sleepwear. I decide on wearing only the shirt since it reaches to right above my knees, and sit on the edge of the bed as he cleans up the discarded clothes.

When he’s done, he nears me, stopping a foot away. He examines my knotted fingers, but instead of saying anything, he only sighs and bends to kiss my temple. My chest tightens as I let my eyes flutter closed for one second.

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