Page 71 of King of Ruin

His fingers grip me tighter, the promise of a bruise lingering under his fingertips. I thread my fingers through his hair and jerk his face back. “I told you to fuck me, Kane.”

Before I realize what’s happened, a pop rings out, followed by a sharp pain radiating over my slit, where he slapped me. “I like it when you’re needy.”

My nostrils flare but Kane ignores my death stare. Instead, he sits down next to me and yanks me on top of him. I barely have my hands on his shoulder before his cock impales me, driving so deep I bite into the curve of his neck to keep from calling out.

Kane shakes me off as he lifts my hips and slams me back down. “Absolutely not,mo bhanríon,I want everyone to hear me fucking you. They need to know the ghost belongs tome.”

He grips me by the throat again and presses me backward. His other hand steadies my waist as he guides me up and down. The angle grants him a full view of my body while allowing me to see him sliding in and out of me.

“Atta girl. Take all of me.”

My head falls back as I bounce, my hands holding on to his knees to help me meet his thrust head-on. The pressure is already building, the tingles beginning to form as he drives into me again and again. He tightens his hand around my neck, thrusting up so hard, my head becomes dizzy.

His grunts mingle with my moans as sweat drips down the valley of my breasts. Kane leans in, drawing me back upright as he licks up the wetness and then circles around one nipple.

I latch around his neck, pushing my breast further into his mouth. He bites down forcing a cry to slip past my lips. This makes him chuckle before his arms wrap around my back and lift me completely off of him.

My pussy aches at the loss. “Kane.”

It’s meant to be a warning but does the opposite of what I intend and he smiles. “Miss me already?”

“I miss that muscle between your legs.”

He guffaws. “Good.”

As quickly as he plucked me from his body, he flips me over. He yanks me toward him by my hips and hoists my ass in the air, forcing me to my knees. My fingers dig into the sheets as I arch my back, my nerves vibrating with anticipation.

He grabs a nearby pillow, and shoves it beneath my waist, all the while his other calloused hand rubs along my outer thigh until his fingers sink into the flesh of my ass.

I moan when he lines his head up with my entrance, probing it so teasingly I almost whimper.

“You know what I think, Boss?”

Before I can make a remark, he rams into me hard, and I scream out, pressing my hands into the mattress to push myself back up.

Kane helps me, the hand not holding my hips yanking my bun down. He wraps my hair around his hand and pulls, forcing my head up. The pain is delicious, mixed with the fullness of his cock filling me to the hilt.

He drags himself out slowly. “I think that there’s no way this pussy wasn’tmadefor me.”

He slams back in, this time keeping me in place briefly before pulling out. “I thinkyouwere made for me.”

My body convulses around his words, and the heat begins to unfurl in my core. As though he can sense my nearing orgasm, he picks up his tempo, fucking me relentlessly. Each time his hips meet mine, it sends a vibration straight through to my throbbing clit.

I snake one hand down to relieve the mounting pressure, but just as I reach between my thighs, Kane releases my hair and forces me down. I start to use my arms to lift myself back up, but then I feel it. The new position allows him to drive into a spot that nearly takes my breath away.

My moans grow into needy whimpers and soon I’m biting into sheets to keep from screaming out.

“That’s it, Boss. Come for me, just like this. Then I’ll take care of that greedy little clit.”

It only takes him slamming into me a few more times before the orgasm rips through me. It’s a tidal wave of tingles and heat that seizes every muscle and charges every nerve. He continues to fuck me through each contraction, and when he comes, I’m still pulsing around him.

Spent, Kane collapses next to me, his chest heaving up and down, sweat dripping down his temple. My hand itches with the need to push back the hair that’s fallen over his forehead, but it feels so intimate that I stop myself.

This is our last time together.

The thought sits heavy in my stomach and at the same moment as if he can read the internal struggle on my face, Kane strokes a finger along the length of my jaw. My eyes close of their own accord and I lean into his touch. After another breath, I prop my weight on my elbow and reach out. He watches quietly as I lift my hand and move toward him, threading my fingers through his thick hair, and pushing it back into place.

Both of his dimples make an appearance as he gives me a boyish grin, and even I can’t resist mirroring his smile. The greens in his eyes seem to shine even in the dim room as his eyes rack over my face.

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