Page 22 of Fatal Collision
He tightens his jaw again, and I suppress a smile at seeing him struggle to hold back. “If you come before I say it’s okay, I’ll shoot you, Kane.”
“You won’t shoot me.”
I fire a shot into the ground, and sleeping birds erupt from the trees. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Kane barely flinches, watching me with those focused eyes as if he’s waiting for me to do something that’ll give him an opening to steal the gun from my grip, except he’ll wait a long time. I’m in charge now.
“Is this how you fuck yourself when you’re alone?” I tilt my head, letting my attention drift lower to where he’s squeezing a bead of precum from the tip. My mouth waters, but I keep my expression neutral. “Be a good boy and show me.”
“Call me a good boy again and?—”
I take aim at his head. “Show. Me.”
A grunt escapes him, and he picks up the pace, filling the quiet night with the sound of slapping skin.
“That’s better.” I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together. “Such a good slut.”
He’s on me in a swift move, but I’m not a privileged girl from his part of town, nor was I born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I’ve had to fight to survive, and I’m not letting him take charge.
I end up on my back, a protruding root digging into my spine. Kane glares down at me, frozen nowthat I’m pressing the gun against the underside of his jaw.
“So feisty,” I whisper, feeling him tremble as he keeps his weight off me, eyes dark with explosive rage and lust. “I bet you’d be a good fuck right now with all that pent-up anger.”
“Why don’t you test that theory?” he bites out.
My pussy weeps at the shadowy darkness curling around his voice. “Nu’uh.” I give a small shake of my head. “You’ll never fuck me, Kane.”
“I could take that gun from you,” he grinds out, and my smile grows even wider.
“But you won’t,” I reply.
He gnashes his teeth, and I push harder into his jaw and lift my head off the ground. “Because you secretly like this.”
“We both know you won’t pull the trigger, sweetheart.”
“No?” I ease back down, then slip my hand between our bodies. Kane’s heavy cock twitches in my grip as I give him a firm stroke. He chokes on his breath, about to look away, but I force his gaze back on me with the gun pressed to his jaw. “Eyes on me, pretty boy.”
“Only because you ask so fucking nicely,” he says through clenched teeth.
“You really use that sarcasm as armor, don’t you?”
My wrist is soon aching as I jack him off while keeping the gun on his jaw. Kane glowers at me, his hips stuttering despite his best attempts at actingunaffected. I don’t know why this gets me off so much, but it doesn’t matter. I want more.
“You’re crazy, you know that, right?” he mutters, voice choked with desire.
“All the best women are, Kane. You’ll soon learn that.”
I trail the gun lower, and his Adam’s apple jumps against the barrel. Is it weird that I think he has a sexy throat?
“What’s your plan here?” he asks, briefly squeezing his eyes shut.“Fuck.”
“You asked me that last time.”
“You’ll owe me two orgasms after this. And I will collect.”
I lift my head off the ground again and whisper his name. He opens his eyes, and I hold his gaze as I bite my lip and say, “You can always try, Kane Ravencourt. We’ll end up back here.”
“At least tell me you’ll fuck your pussy tonight and think of me.”
