Page 70 of King of Ruin

I swallow around the surge of dread swelling in my throat. It’s the first time one of us has acknowledged what brews between us, and knowing it can’t be, even though we want it to, is torment.

“I’m going to kill your father.”

The crease between his brows grows more profound. “He deserves the fate coming to him.”

“We are enemies.”

“By whose standard?”

This gives me pause. He is the son of the man who ordered my family to be killed. Who tried to kill me. The man who’s killed and hurt hundreds of women–

“I am not my father.” Kane releases my face and grabs me by the hips, yanking me flush against him.

I press my hands into his chest, a surge of emotions swelling in my chest making it harder to breathe.

“This would never work.”

“We could make it work.”

“Why are you doing this, Kane?” I snap, heat rising up my neck.

“Because I want you.” He bites, gripping me tighter. “I want your smart mind and keen sense of humor. I want your fight and dominance. I want to be there when you realize you’re just as strong without the shield you carry around. I–”

Kane slams his mouth against mine so hard that I have to grip his shoulders to keep my balance. His hands wrap around my waist, somehow drawing me closer, and with my mind reeling from what he’s confessed, I allow him to take control.

He kisses me with a passion I’ve never experienced before. It’s raw, angry, and desperate. It’s filled with words and promises, riddled with apologies and secrets we’ve yet to tell. It’s everything I didn’t know I was capable of, but everything I want.

Regaining balance, I kiss him back with just as much fervor, my nails digging through his jacket and finding purchase. He hisses into my mouth before clamping onto my bottom lip. I gasp and Kane takes full advantage, sliding his tongue over the tender flesh and into my mouth.

He leads the kiss, but I push my mouth harder against his, shoving his jacket from his shoulders before locking my fingers into his thick hair. My blood surges into my ear, the whooshing sound making my head dizzy.

I turn us and shove him against the wall. My pussy clenches around nothing when he grunts, his eyes flaring before he reclaims my mouth. It’s somehow needier now, the lust taking complete control of both of us.

His hands snake up my sides and while one finds the middle of my back, the other finds my throat. He squeezes both in tandem before pushing me back and turning us around so that it’s my spine that connects with the wall.

“Tell me.” Kane runs his nose along the column of my neck before capturing my ear between his teeth. “What does my precious little whore want me to do to her?”

His words swirl low in my stomach before settling between my thighs. My body is on fire with need, the desire to feel him too great for me to care when I utter what we both want, “I want you to fuck me as if this is our last time.”

He draws back far enough to look me in my eyes. A nerve in his jaw tics and I see it the moment he wants to say something, but I stop him with a hard, drawn-out kiss. This time when we break apart, we’re both panting. His erection digs into my thigh, while my nipples are so hard, they ache.

“Please,Kane.” It’s barely above a whisper, but it’s good enough for him.

A grin spreads over his face, his gaze becoming hooded with promise. “As you wish.”

After that, it becomes a fight of who can tear off who’s clothes first, our fingers grabbing at anything and tugging each other free.

Our chests heave as the last bit of clothes is shed, and he grabs me around the waist before tossing me on the bed. I suppress a giggle as the small cat bounces from the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

Kane stands near the end of the bed, his hand loosely wrapped around his dick. He strokes it lazily as his gaze roves over me. It burns a path along my skin as he takes in every curve and dimple. It’s intoxicating the way he’s soaking me in, almost as though he’s memorizing every part of me.

My breath hitches when he comes to a stop, his eyes trained on where I want him most. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before smirking. “We have time.”

He drops down, grabbing around my thighs and yanking me to the end of the bed. His fingers dig into my flesh as he takes a deep inhale, and the groan that comes out of his mouth makes my insides quiver. “This ismine,Onyx. Even after this. If any man dares to come close to you, they’re dead.”

The arousal that shoots up my core at his words pales the moment Kane’s mouth is on my cunt.

He completely devours me, sliding his tongue down and in, before focusing only on my throbbing clit. I buck beneath him, the sudden pressure and feel of him almost too overwhelming.

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