Page 22 of Kane's Awakening
Excitement swarmed in my chest—and farther below—as his intentions became oh so clear. I had never role-played in the bedroom before and was generally kind of boring when it came to sex. One of my ex-boyfriends had wanted to, but I’d always told him no.
But I couldn’t refuse Kane for some reason.
“What’s the problem, officer?” I played along, enjoying it more than I thought I would, and we hadn’t really done anything yet.
When he closed the distance between us, we were almost at eye level but not quite since I had an inch on him. I stepped back at his advance and bumped into the wall.
The situation wasveryreminiscent of our first encounter.
Except now we had complete privacy and could do whatever we wanted without prying eyes or at the risk of being kicked out and possibly arrested for public indecency.
“I have probable cause to suspect you’re carrying contraband.” He grabbed my wrists and put my arms above my head. “I’m gonna have to search you.”
Then, he flipped me around to face the wall, still with one hand gripping my wrists as the other trailed down my side.
He pushed his body against mine, and his arousal poked my ass.
“I’m pretty sureI’mnot the one with a concealed weapon,” I said, a little insecure at speaking because I didn’t want to ruin the moment with my dullness, but also incredibly turned-on.
He chuckled, and the action caused his breath to tickle my nape. “Damn, this is kinda interesting. A cop and a lawyer.”
I went to laugh, but then froze. “Wait. How did you know I was a lawyer? I never told you that.”
When I tried to turn to face him, he pushed his hand in the center of my back and kept me in place, facing the wall.
“I have my ways,” he answered before grinding against my ass. His hands moved down my spine and gripped my hips, pulling me backward as he moved his forward. “Guess I should read you your rights, huh?”
“That depends,” I answered, feeling more confident and playing along. “Are you arresting me, Officer?”
Kane grabbed my arms and brought them down, pinning them at my back.
The sudden forcefulness excited me, and I tried not to let it show. He was clearly a man who was used to having things his way. His dominating personality was precisely what I craved in a partner, someone who took charge and allowed me to surrender to such control.
The only thing missing was the pair of handcuffs.
Right as the thought drifted through my head, something cold clasped around my wrists.
No… did he really?
“You have the right to remain silent,” Kane purred in my ear as he fastened the cuffs. “But, you’ll probably find that difficult when I’m fucking you senseless in a few minutes.”
That mouth of his was something else. Unfiltered and damn filthy. I liked it more than I cared to admit.
“You’re awfully cocky.”
He chuckled before nipping my ear with his teeth. “Only because I have good reason to be.”
He had a point. And once again, his arrogance only turned me on more, where it did the opposite with other men.
“Are you seriously going to keep me handcuffed?” I gasped as he pressed me more against the wall.
Handcuffs during sex weren’tthatkinky, but it was still something I’d never done. It seemed Kane would be many firsts for me.
“Probably. Where’s your bedroom?” he asked with a seductive huskiness to his voice.
It took me a moment to remember. He had a weird effect on my brain. In his presence, I became befuddled and too much like a sex-crazed teenager. The fact that I’d never actually been a sex-crazed teenager made it even more amusing.
Once I finally answered, he grabbed my arms—not too rough I noticed—and guided me down the hall and to my room.
