Page 42 of Fatal Collision
“Don’t try to weasel your way out of this,” he says, his voice soaked with lust. “You owed me two. Still one more to collect.”
I blink up at him, about to argue, when hot cum suddenly hits my mouth and face in quick spurts.
“Fuck.” He grunts, jerking his throbbing length, marking me in thick ropes of cum.
Degrading? Yes. Hot? Also yes. Hot because it is degrading? Hell yes. The world can judge me all it wants. I don’t care. When his release pearls on my lashes, I blink, resisting the urge to lick him off my lips.
However, this can’t happen again. It doesn’t matter that I came so hard I squirted. Or that he unlocked some degradation kink no one has explored before. Kane and I are not a thing, and we will never be a thing. He collected my orgasm, and now there’s only one left before he’s out of my life for good. I will make sure of it. Kane won’t be able to threaten me with jail time if Ireturn the ornament. Somehow, I will put it back in his father’s office.
Once his breathing steadies, his lips tip to the side in a smug, satisfied smirk, and his grip on my hair softens. He strokes me almost tenderly, tipping my chin up as he takes in his primal mark on my face.
I feel branded.
“Are you still scared?” he asks, referring to our earlier conversation.
“Yes.”
I swear a feather drifting to the ground would be louder than my whispered admittance.
“I’m terrified.”
Kane leans down, his eyes intent on my face and lips. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
“I’m not yours.”
“Baby…” His breath whispers over my mouth, chilling the semen on my chin. “You’re covered in my cum and trembling from the orgasm I gave you when I ate you out while your brother was right outside… Deny it all you want… you’re mine.”
With that, he tucks his softening dick away and gets out of bed. But before he climbs back out of the open window, he turns and lets his eyes drop to my breasts. Of course, my nipples harden to rocks when he looks at me like that… as if I’m sexy. Women like Rain are sexy. Me? I’m plain. Always hiding in hoodies and jeans.
When Kane groans like a tortured animal, my cheeks heat, and I become painfully aware of hisbranding all over again. Honestly, I can’t believe I’m still sitting here covered in his cum, with my tits out. Why haven’t I wiped it off yet? And why am I not disgusted?
“Kane,” I call after him as he turns to jump out, and he looks back at me. “I’m not yours!”
His lips slant up. “Just because you say something doesn’t make it true.”
“But it’s true when you say it?”
Kane abandons the idea of leaving just yet and climbs back into my room, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his determined strides as he makes his way over to me. I barely have time to scoot further back on the bed before he grips me by the throat and hauls me closer. It almost horrifies me to realize it’s not fear that makes my heart kick against my chest… but anticipation.
Anticipation of what he’ll do next.
He dips down so we’re eye level and studies my face, noting the drying cum. Then he tilts his head to the side and whispers, “Look at me.”
I resist him at first, staring off at the wall, and his grip on my throat twitches ever so slightly.
Hurt me,a quiet voice whispers in my head before I can shove it back down where it belongs.
“Look. At. Me.” His forceful tone settles like a warm, lapping wave between my legs. We lock eyes, and his mouth curves to the side. “Do you know who I am, baby?”
I look away again, but he pulls me closer. “Eyes on me, Jessica Holt.”
Resisting a sneer, I finally turn my attention back on him.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
