Page 21 of Fatal Collision
I scan the forest as if the trees will provide answers. I swear, Kane gives me whiplash.
“Go on. Leave.”
Leave? Go where? What is he talking about? Before I can stand up, he drives his expensive oxford into my ass, and I almost topple over from the humiliating shove.
What the hell was that? Did he seriously just kick me? Okay, it wasn’t hard, but still… He kicked me.
What an asshole!
I climb to my feet and look around for my shoes, which I’d lost in the struggle. One of them is off to the left, but the other is nowhere to be seen. I glance uncertainly at Kane as I bend to collect the shoe. He’s acting weird, and I don’t know what to make of it. Honestly? Not knowing my enemy’s next move is the scariest part. Kane won’t just let me go. Not now that he has caught me.
I start to leave like he orders me to. I don’t know where to go, but I’m sure I can find a phone signal somewhere and call Chris for a lift… as long as I’m careful not to venture too deep into the forest. I don’t want to get lost.
Kane observes me quietly, arms crossed over his chest. The second I turn away, he grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me back, slamming me into his chest. A yelp tears out of me.
“You thought I’d let you go?” He encircles my throat with his hand, squeezing hard. “Seriously? Just like that? Are you that gullible, Jessica?” Sensuous lips press against my ear, and he whispers, “You’re mine.”
In the next second, he shoves me to the ground. I cry out as my hands hit dirt and scramble for the weapon before he can reach it. Just as my fingers graze the metal, Kane fists a handful of my hair and yanks me back.
Sudden sharp pain prickles across my scalp, and I claw at his wrists, screaming bloody fucking murder. Except the truth is…
I’m horny.
Tell me that’s not fucked up. He’s overpowering me, and instead of freaking out, my body’s like… yes, please? Jeez. I need therapy, but who can afford that crap?
Adrenaline surges through my veins. I roll onto my back and claw at his stupidly handsome face, raking my nails across his stubble as I squirm like a trapped, terrified animal. Kane, who hasn’t even broken a sweat, bats me away with ease.
He grinds his rock-hard cock against my clit through our clothes, and sparks of pleasure shoot from my core to my pussy. Somehow, I manage to get hold of the gun in the middle of the struggle, snatching it off the ground while he’s distracted trying to pin down my kicking legs and unbuckle his belt.
I press it against his forehead. “Back the fuck up.”
His lips spread in a slow wolfish smile, but he does as he’s told, with his hands held up in front of him. “Easy there, tiger.”
The moment he eases back on his haunches, I takethe opportunity to stand up, feasting on the sight of him in front of me.
“What to do with you, Kane Ravencourt?” I ask, keeping the gun steady on him in case he tries anything.
“Ask me to eat your pussy,” he answers.
I shake my head, letting out a humorless laugh. “No, you don’t get to say what happens here. And you don’t deserve my orgasm.”
He quirks a brow but stays silent, and I cock my head as I study his shadowed face beneath the moonlight streaming through the canopy of leaves overhead. His white shirt is creased and covered in dirt, and his dark hair is mussed and flopping over his brows. He looks positively filthy.
I jerk the gun at him. “Get your dick out.”
A muscle clenches in his jaw before he finally rips his fly open with eerily controlled movements and frees his cock. The engorged length pops out, standing proud and hard.
Kane rests his hands by his sides. “What now, little rabbit?”
The sight of him scrambles my brain. Hard. Long. Veiny.
I swallow and force myself to focus. “Jerk yourself.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responds dryly, making my teeth grind as he gives his cock a quick tug.
“Slower.”
His hand slows down, and I follow its enticing movements up and down the long shaft. Kane is blessedin the dick department, that much is for sure. Not that I’m surprised in the slightest.
