Page 4 of Fatal Collision
He goes to remove my mask, but before he can slide his fingers under the edge, I fetch the gun strapped to my thigh and press it to his chest.
Oh, how quickly the tables turn when you come prepared. Rich Boy never saw it coming.
“You disappoint me, Ravencourt. A powerful man like you should have sharper instincts by now, or perhaps all that privilege has given you a false sense of security, hmm? You see, girls like me from the wrong side of the tracks have to fight to survive. You think I’m scared of you?” A wicked smile unfurls on my lips. “I’ve fought bigger enemies than you and won.”
Kane looks down at the gun pressed to his chest before his blue, glimmering gaze meets mine, and thesatisfaction that flickers in that dark abyss when I pull back on the hammer should scare me. Kane is a ruthless man who never backs down from power games, and this—what I’m doing now—is a bad idea. Every cell in my body knows the truth, that my behavior entices the darkest parts of him. I’m waving a red flag to a bored bull. But Kane underestimates me, too.
He has no idea the depraved things I’m into.
Digging my gun into his chest, I force him back and guide him onto the desk chair, the springs creaking beneath his weight.
“Now who’s the rabbit?” I straddle his lap, tipping his chin higher with the gun, and that unwavering, icy gaze stays locked on mine while I rip open his belt.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Kane?”
“Does it matter? You seem pretty desperate.”
“I don’t play with other women’s toys.” I lower his zipper, high on the thrill of having such a large, powerful man under my thumb.
“I’m no one’s toy,” he replies, his voice a low threat, full of venom.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I slip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his thick length. He’s a lot bigger than I expected. “In a world of money and power, you’re everyone’s puppet.”
A muscle clenches in his chiseled jaw. His dick is rock hard and throbbing in my grip.
“Did I hit a nerve?” My smile turns taunting.
“For it to hit a nerve, I would have to care. Newsflash: I don’t.”
Despite his poisonous words, a grunt escapes him when I start stroking his veined shaft.
“This is a cute little fetish of yours,” he says through clenched teeth, every muscle tense and ready to spring.
I hum and trail my thumb through a bead of precum on his crown. “What can I say? I like overpowering cocky wolves who underestimate their prey. You’ll soon learn that power is more than muscles and strength.”
My hand picks up pace and draws a reluctant, ragged groan from his throat.
“Power is wit and quick thinking. You underestimated me and played right into my hands.”
“Is that right? So what’s the plan now, little rabbit? Milk the cum from my balls? If you wanted to jack me, all you had to do was ask.”
A low laugh dances on my lips as I trail the gun lower, to his chest. It’s cute how he seems to think he can use his sharp words against me to regain control. I hold the cards here, not him, despite how big his cock is.
“That’s it, moan for me. Show me what a good little boy you can be.”
“Screw you,” he growls, low and cold, his cock twitching. “You don’t know who the fuck you’re messing with.”
“How the tables have turned. You’re not used to giving up control, are you? Let me guess. Women fall totheir knees for you. All you have to do is ask them to bend over and spread their cheeks, and they obey without a second thought.”
I slow my strokes when I know he’s close, and he shuts his eyes and fists his hands on the armrests.
“Who’s bending over now, huh?”
That gets his attention again. He stares at my mouth. “Is this how you jack the guys you open your legs for? I’ve fucked fleshlights better than your sloppy touch.”
Such cute insults.
A slow smile creeps across my lips. Kane Ravencourt is delicious when he’s horny and fuming and dying to teach me a lesson.
