Page 1 of Kane's Awakening
Prologue
Kane
I believed it was love, but I was wrong. The way he’d grab my throat and hold me down on the mattress, fucking me so hard I’d sometimes bleed, all the while growling hateful things in my ear… yeah, that wasn’t love.
Being seventeen and inexperienced, I’d been naïve at first and thought it was normal. Just a kink in the bedroom or something. When I finally realized the truth, it had been too late.
Devon was a god in my eyes—muscled from playing football all four years in high school, six foot two, and popular. His piercing blue eyes, paired with his black eyelashes, sent my heart into a frenzy each time I looked into them.
But he was untouchable, a fantasy that could never be reality.
Crushing on a straight guy was an unnecessary torture, especially when he had a girlfriend. Unless, of course, that guy wasn’t as straight as he pretended.
When he approached me in the locker room one day, pushing me against the wall and sliding his hand down the front of my shorts, I thought I was dreaming. I’d never had sex before then, but everyone at school knew I was gay.
Maybe that’s why he chose me.
I had moaned into his mouth, already on the verge of exploding as he gripped my cock. His hand was rough, but smooth, and with each pull he gave me, I felt myself creeping closer and closer. As I whimpered, feeling my muscles tense with impending release, he’d squeezed my base, preventing me from toppling over that edge.
“Not until I say you can,” he said in a sexy, deep voice.
Everything changed after that, sending me down a path of pain and depression, and washing away my already small amount of self-esteem.
What started as a fantasy soon transformed into a goddamn nightmare.
For months, Devon and I secretly dated. Well, more like we fucked on a regular basis. He still had a girlfriend, and I was his dirty secret. Somehow, I twisted it into love, as if it was the only way I could cope.
“I hate that I want you,” he’d growl as he fucked me from behind.
That was the norm for us. He’d downgrade me and make me feel like shit, and I’d pretend we were something else. A fucked-up kind of romance. After a while, I started believing what he said. That I was disgusting and how I’d never find anyone better than him.
My view on love changed, too. It was just some bullshit fairytale. Untouchable, just like Devon’s heart.
I swore off relationships after him. Opening up to someone would just cause disappointment when they screwed me over, so I built a wall around myself and refused to let anyone in.
No one would ever control me again.
