Page 3 of Fatal Collision
“Where are you running, little rabbit?”
“I’m not your rabbit.”
“Hmm.” Silver rings adorn his thumb and index finger, catching the light with each subtle movement as he trails his fingers across the mahogany desk. His hands are strong and veined... the kind that look like they can make a woman come apart. God, it should be illegal to have such attractive hands.
Kane smirks like the devil when I meet his gaze, and my cheeks flush hot, knowing he caught me checking him out. “You’re not from around here. What’s your name, little rabbit?”
As if I’ll reveal my identity to him.
“What makes you think I’m not from around here?”
“The dress. Last season. The girls here wouldn’t be caught dead in it.”
Wow. Not only is he an asshole, but he’s observant, too.
“And your hands,” he continues. “The girls here spend their daddy’s money on manicures and pedicures, but your nails are short and without any nail polish.”
“Maybe I like my nails short.”
I dart to the right, hoping to get ahead of him, but he’s much sharper than I expected. He anticipates my next move before I even think it, and I crash into his hard, muscular chest with an embarrassing squeak and tumble to the ground. The items fall out of the bag, clattering on the polished floor.
Kane presses his expensive oxford on my chest to keep me down, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he tilts his head with a wicked smile that could disrobe a nun. “Well, well, well, little rabbit is on her back where she belongs.”
The velvety note of his voice settles between my thighs like a warm kiss, though the heat has nothing on the surge of anger heating my cheeks. It has been one shitty fucking year, and I refuse to let this spoiled, privileged asshole humiliate me further, not when I’ve already sacrificed my pride to steal from a man like him to save my family.
“Fuck you.” I squirm beneath his shoe, and he presses down harder until I can hardly breathe.
“Careful what you wish for. It almost sounds likeyou want me to pound my cum into your tight little cunt until it’s trickling down your legs.”
I stiffen.
Wow… No one has ever spoken to me that crudely.
And I’m from the north side of town.
“Get off me,” I growl, shoving his stupid fucking expensive shoe, but it won’t budge.
My pathetic attempts must amuse him, because he chuckles deep in his throat—a throat I shouldn’t notice, but that defined Adam’s apple is impossible to miss. I’ve never wanted to bite one before, but now it seems like a very tempting idea.
“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you? Tell me, are you like that when you get fucked too?” A sadistic gleam lights up his eyes, and I freeze, refusing to acknowledge the rush of arousal that look sparks.
No, I’m not aroused by the way he pins me to the floor like a butterfly on a pinboard. Absolutely not.
Kane drops his eyes down my body, his salacious gaze lingering on my breasts. The front of my dress has slid down enough to reveal the creamy swell thanks to his shoe, but instead of degrading me further, he removes his foot and extends his large hand to help me up.
I stare at that hand like it’s a bomb about to go off. The seconds lengthen as his dangerous smile turns dazzling, the kind of smile that’s impossible not to stare at.
Perfect teeth like that only exist in toothpaste commercials.
“Afraid, little rabbit?” he asks, his words laced with dark humor.
He would like that, wouldn’t he? Men with inflated egos like him derive pleasure from exerting their power over others they see as inferior.
“Of you?” I scoff and take his hand. “Never.”
No sooner have the words left my mouth than I am hauled to my feet and tossed on the desk. I land with a hard slam, and the breath jolts from my lungs. Kane wraps his big hand around my throat, his warm breath on my mouth.
“You disappoint me. I would’ve thought a feisty thing like you would have sharper instincts.”
