Page 68 of The Betrayal You Serve
"No," I say, shaking my head sharply from side to side. "You can't."
"I did, Let. It's done."
All my breath rushes from my lungs when he spins me and pushes me up against the wall. He stands close, the length of his body lightly pressed against mine as his intense blue eyes stare down into my eyes.
"I made the call, Princess. Victor knows I'm done. It's over."
The lump in my throat grows until even breathing becomes almost impossible and my eyes fill with tears.
"But it was your dream to play college football," I force out.
"It was. I've got a new one." His hand lifts to that spot on my neck that I love so much, his fingers slide into my hair and his thumb brushes my cheek. "I want you, Letty. You gave me an ultimatum and I chose." He leans in, his nose brushing mine. "I choose you."
My chest heaves, my head spins and my body burns with his innocent touch as we just stare at each other in silence.
The only sound aside from our heavy breathing is that of a clock somewhere in the room that ticks with every second that passes.
"Say something, Princess."
"I… um… I don't—"
He searches my eyes as I stutter to find something to say.
"Tell me you want this, Let. Tell me that you choose me too."
My chest aches at the vulnerability in his voice.
"Kane," I sigh. "There was never a choice to mak—"
He's moved before I get the final word out. His lips claim mine in a scorching kiss as he pushes against me, pinning me between his hard body and the solid wall at my back.
My lips part the second his tongue sneaks out and I greedily suck it into my mouth.
His hand that's not holding my neck finds its way to my waist and slips under my Panthers jersey, his calloused fingers scratching my skin in the most delicious way.
"Kane," I sigh when he releases my bottom lip and kisses across my jaw.
He lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing his hard cock against my core.
"N-not here," I force out when he sucks on my neck, darkening the bruising on the last one he left behind which had almost faded.
"No, Princess. Not here. This time, I’m taking my fucking time with you.”
My fingers thread into his hair and I pull his face back to mine, slamming my lips down on his and taking exactly what I need from him.
"Bedroom," I mutter into our kiss and he immediately pulls me from the wall and begins walking down the short hallway.
Kicking a door open, I don't get a chance to look around before I'm thrown down on the bed and he launches himself on top of me.
"Kyle couldn't have found me a better surprise, Princess." His fingers wrap around the hem of my shirt and he pulls it over my head before throwing it behind him somewhere.
"The little shits played us," I moan as he kisses across my collarbone, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, making my nipples harden to tight buds, wishing his mouth was on them instead.
Arching my back, I shamelessly offer myself up to him.
"Dirty little whore," he whispers and like always, his deep rumbled words do wicked things to my insides.
He sits up between my legs and drags his shirt over his head, throwing it over the side to join mine.
