Page 25 of Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 9
Zandra
Like a deer in the headlights, I stared at Kane Price.
This cannot be happening!
It had to be a dream. Or more precisely, a nightmare.
I had never, ever wanted to see this man again. Not after what I’d gone through because of him.
Not that it was his fault, really. I’d been the one who’d told him there wasn’t any need for him to use a condom, even though I hadn’t been on any type of birth control. I’d never faulted Kane, or myself, for that matter, for what had happened to that baby boy we’d made.
Seeing him again, with his muscular body that showed just how much he’d grown up, sent chills through my veins. I knew that body rippled with every little movement he made.
Kane Price is standing perfectly still, staring into my eyes, and I can’t move or even blink.
My mind went back to the night he’d changed my life.
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His eyes had been glued to mine as he pushed his hard cock into my virgin pussy. Gasping with the intrusion, pain ripped through me. And that pain would stay with me—not in my pulsing body, but in my heart—forever.
A few small tears fell down my cheeks. He kissed them away, soothing me with his body and his whispered word. “Hush now, Zandra. The hard part will be over soon. It’ll feel good in a minute, you’ll see. You can trust me, baby.”
No one had ever called me baby before. The way he said it stirred something inside of me. “I trust you, Kane.”
“Good girl.” He moved slowly, pulling his cock almost all the way out before pushing it back in with one smooth stroke.
Biting my lip as I tried not to think about the white-hot fire that blazed in my most sensitive parts, I got lost in the green depths of his gorgeous eyes. “Kane, has anyone ever told you that you’re really beautiful?”
The way his lips curved into a sexy smile made my heart pound. “No. No one has ever used that word to describe me. How about you? Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are?”
“No.” I ran one hand across his back, feeling the tight muscles there. “Are you telling me that you think I’m beautiful, Kane Price?”
His lips barely touched mine as he whispered, “You are more than beautiful. I’m finding it hard to find the right words to describe the way I think about you, baby.”
I didn’t want to think about Kane and how many girls he’d been with before, but the fact was, he was kind of known as a flirt. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Pulling his head up, his lips pressed together, forming a straight line. He moved his cock with ease now, and I was feeling more pleasure than pain. “Zandra, I don’t think about you the way I think about anyone else. You’re different.”
Feeling embarrassed, I closed my eyes. “I know I am.”
Brushing his lips across my cheek, he said, “In a good way. A great way.” He gave me one long kiss that sent electricity through me. Somehow, my body heated up even more, and we moved together now, my body finally having adjusted to his size.
Although I had never been intimate with anyone before, I found myself moving in ways I didn’t know I could. My body just knew what to do. My legs moved to wrap around him, holding him close to me. My hands wandered to every place I could touch.
Moving his mouth away from mine, he kissed a line straight up my neck before finding the spot just behind my ear. His teeth grazed my soft flesh before biting down, gently at first and then harder as he moved faster.
With no idea how just a little bite in that place could affect me so much, all I could do was moan with how wonderful it all felt as he moved his hard cock in and out of me.
“Kane!” I gasped as my body began to shudder. “I think I’m about to …”
“Do it, baby,” came his growled words. “I want to feel you come all over my cock. I’m aching to feel your tight pussy clenching all around my hard dick. Give it all to me, baby. Just like you did when I ate your sweet pussy. Give me all you’ve got, Zandra. I want it all. Every last drop. And then I’ll give you mine.”
Shrieking with the release—the second orgasm he’d given me that night—I let it all loose, just like he’d told me to. At that moment, I would have given him anything he wanted. I was his for the taking. As long as he wanted me, I would belong to him. He’d owned me then.
I had no idea just how much he actually would own me—or how much of my past would belong to him, at least. No idea of what was to come for me and the little boy we were in the middle of creating.
