Page 55 of King of Ruin

The air thins, squeezing my lungs. The combination of his fingers fucking me and the realization of what he’s asking waring in my chest.

When I don’t answer, his head lowers as he murmurs, “I will.”

Then his tongue slips inside me.

I’ve had the pleasure of Kane’s mouth on my cunt a couple of times now, but it never felt like this.

His tongue joins his fingers, all three of them fucking me in tandem as I writhe beneath him. The combination of my emotions and arousal heightens every pulsing nerve. I need to distract myself from what he’s forcing me to recognize. From what he wants me to do about it.

I comb my fingers through his thick hair before latching on and tugging him up. “Look at me, Kane. I want to see your face while you feast on me.”

A hint of a smile crosses his eyes before they darken again. He slides his tongue out and up, stopping at my throbbing clit. His voice is gruff. “Are you sure you can handle me staring at you like this?”

A challenge.Cute.

Propping myself on my elbows, I lower my lids to my casual bored expression. “Get on with it before I do the job myself.”

Kane shakes his head slightly, his nose passing over my tight nerves twice. The jolt of pleasure is maddening, and it takes too much restraint to stop my lashes from fluttering.

“Tell me what else you want.” He laps at my clit once, and I suck in a harsh breath. His eyes are brimming with arrogance and premature victory. Then I remember what he’d said.

“The next time I fuck you, it’s going to be after you beg for it.”

He wants me delirious. Out of my head. To give rather than to have him take.

I sigh and swallow around the truth playing at my lips. “I want your tongue massaging my clit and your fingers fucking my cunt.”

Kane smirks as if I said exactly what he intended. As if he’s won. But rather than the quick retort I expect, he sucks my clit into his mouth and drives his fingers back inside of me.

My head lolls to the side and rests against my shoulder as he works my pussy. Continuing to do as told, his eyes never leave mine. With every hard curl of his digits or pass of his tongue, it’s harder to keep up the facade that my insides aren’t crumbling around him.

He laps at my slit as though he’ll never eat again, and the feral image of him losing himself between my thighs is my undoing. Heat curls tight in my core, my limbs trembling with the overwhelming sensations, while my walls flutter against him.

But then, as if plunged into ice, it all stops. The warmth of Kane’s mouth disappears while the fullness of his fingers vanishes. My body nearly convulses with his loss, and I realize I must have closed my eyes because now I must peel them open to find Kane. He’s standing a foot from the bed, with his hand that was inside of me now inches away from his mouth.

A fire blooms in my gut both from anger and arousal as I watch him inhale the length of his fingers. He sucks one in his mouth, closes his eyes, and lets out a guttural groan as the muscles in his jaw clench.

“Thought you said you were going to look at me while I licked that pretty pussy of yours? Can’t handle it after all?”

A pain shoots through my mouth as my molars grind together. He thinks he can win this game of ours, and he’s sorely mistaken. When it comes to Kane, I’ve been big on threats, but haven’t followed through yet. Guess now is the time.

I lean all my weight on one of my elbows and let my other hand trail down my stomach. My eyes stay pinned on Kane whose gaze has hardened, following the path of my walking fingers.

When I reach my throbbing clit, I roll my thumb over it and let out a heady moan. Again, the pleasure ripples through me and forces my head to the side, but this time, I continue to stare at Kane as I pass over the nerves again.

His nostrils flare as I work my thumb in circles, his eyes growing so dark the color nearly vanishes under his pupils. It only fuels the fire coiling deep in my stomach, and I move faster, chasing the high of his gaze, and the heat of his palpable anger.

“Move your fucking hand,mo bhanríon. That’smine.” His words are strained through his clenched teeth. The tone alone makes my nipples draw tight, and I slide a finger through my slit to play at my entrance.

I lock on to his face, watching his pulse thrum in his neck, his hands ball at his sides, and the pure agony of watching what he thought was an empty threat, unfurl in front of his eyes. It’s intoxicating. A level of challenge and ownership I’ve never quite experienced before.

It’s exhilarating and heady. Mind-blowingly sexy.

“Move. Your fucking. Hand.” He takes a step forward, stopping when his thighs hit the end of the bed. He isn’t looking at me, but my fingers as they work. In, out, circle, again and again.

My breath is coming in pants, my head is beginning to swim, and I’m not sure what I want more in this moment. For Kane to rip my hand away and replace it with his, or to continue and explode with his hooded gaze on my drenched cunt.

Kane’s hands shoot out, grabbing both of my knees and yanking me to the end. But rather than shove my hand to the side, he undoes his trousers, letting his cock spring free of its confines. It’s incredibly hard, precum glistening at the tip as he wraps a large hand around it.

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