Page 28 of Fatal Collision
Fuck… I’m hard. If you don’t respond, I might have to turn up at your house.
Shit.I snatch up the phone, and my fingers fly across the screen.
Jessica:
You don’t know where I live.
Kane:
My family owns this town, sweetheart. That includes the north side, too. Trust me, I know where you live.
And then he proceeds to text me my address, and I stare wide-eyed at it for long minutes, a lump stuck in my throat.
Jessica:
You’re scaring me, Kane.
Kane:
Good. The gun is gone, and you’re trapped beneath me, whimpering like a needy slut. What are you gonna do?
My clit throbs as I force away those unwelcome images.
Jessica:
I have a knife on me that you don’t know about.
Now that I’ve finally replied to him, I can practically feel his mischievous smile through my phone.
Kane:
A knife, huh? Interesting. What’s my little thief going to do with the knife?
Jessica:
Press it to your throat.
Kane:
Think you can try not to cut me while I fuck you into the mattress?
I place the phone screen down on the table and drop my head back. This man is going to be the death of me. Now all I can think about is the blade nicking his skin… those eyes darkening while he moves inside me. I’ve already seen his cock.
Honestly, it is huge. I’ve never slept with a guy that hung, but it would hurt in the best way possible.
Hang on? Why am I thinking about sex with Kane? It is never going to happen.
Jessica:
You’re never fucking me, Kane. Drop that idea.
Kane:
We both know I’m fucking you soon.
My panties are wet. I shift on the seat, subtly rubbing my swollen clit against the chair to alleviate the ache, but it just makes it worse.
Jessica:
