Kane didn’t ask me to beg or repeat what I wanted him to do to me. He instantly obliged me and kept his promise—he fucked me so hard I saw stars.
My eyes rolled back when my orgasm, and Kane, slammed into me. I lifted my hands and tangled them in his hair as my body was swept away in a tide of pleasure. My senses were heightened when I felt the sting of a bite on my neck at the same time Kane’s body tensed then twitched. His hips jerked into me at a slower pace.
A few moments of stillness and laboured breathing passed by before I realised I couldn’t exactly breathe correctly. I wheezed and shoved at Kane who only laughed and rolled his body off mine.
“Sorry,” he panted.
“S’okay.”
I looked up at the ceiling of Kane’s bedroom and bathed in the relaxation my body was experiencing.
“Give me a few minutes.”
I turned my head and looked at Kane. “Huh? For what?”
Kane looked at me and said, “For round two.”
Excuse me?
“Round two?” I asked, wide-eyed. “I’m knackered.”
Kane smirked. “You don’t know the meaning of that word yet, but you will when I’m finished with you.”
I gasped then laughed when he dived back on top of me.
“You’re supposed to be ill, you can’t have too much sex... you might die.”
Kane vibrated with laughter, “I don’t feel sick when I’m with you. Maybe you’re the drug I need to get better.”
I glared up at him, but my insides fluttered at his sugar-coated words.
“I’m not a drug.”
Kane wiggled himself back between my legs and fisted his, once again, rock hard cock, rubbing it against me.
“I don’t know about that, babydoll,” Kane murmured then slowly slid back inside my body.
I groaned out loud and reached for him. He leaned down, but instead of kissing me he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “Feeling you wrapped around me, having you so close to me, breathing in your intoxicating scent, wanting to taste you for as long as I live... I’d definitely say you’re my addiction. You’re my drug.”
Oh.
“Kane.”
“Aideen,” he whispered and nipped at my earlobe, “you’re mine.”
I opened my eyes. Well, I tried to. I found my eyes wouldn’t fully open and it was because of my fake eyelashes. I groaned and lifted my hand to my face, peeled them from my eyelids and blinked my eyes open. I dropped my hand down to my abdomen to rub my sore stomach, and when my fingers pressed against my skin I furrowed my eyebrows.
I lifted the blanket that covered me and looked down to my stomach. My bare stomach. I widened my eyes when I quickly realised the rest of me was bare too. I had no clothes on, and I wasn’t in my own bed.
Oh, fuck.
I slowly turned my head to the right and almost screamed when the sleeping form of Kane Slater came into my line of sight. I turned my head and looked up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes as images of last night flooded my mind.
I had sex with Kane Slater.
Three times.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
I had to leave. I had to get out of there before he woke up.
I carefully, very carefully, slid from under the covers and stepped onto the cool wooden floor. I felt the morning air surround me, and the tenderness between my legs as I moved around.
Kane clearly gave me a right seeing to.
I shook my head clear of last night’s sexual adventures and scanned the room for my clothes. I spotted my bra hanging on a knob of Kane’s chest of drawers. I tiptoed over to it, yanked it off the knob, and quickly put it on. I scanned the room again and saw that my knickers were on the radiator across the room, which baffled me. I had no clue how they got all the way over there.
I crept over and grabbed them from the radiator. I shimmied them on whilst staring at Kane like he was going to wake up at any moment. Luckily he didn’t, which was really in my favour, as I had to sneak around the room looking for my dress and clutch.
I found my clutch on the floor next to the side of the bed I rolled out of, and I found my dress there too. I pulled it over my head, adjusted it to my body, and relaxed. My shoes were over at the window where he threw them last night so when I was near them, I slipped them on and stood upright.
I did it.
I smiled to myself and turned in the direction of the door. I barely moved before I heard him behind me.
“What are you doing?”
Oh, hell.
I froze and momentarily thought about just running out of the room. I thought better of it and slowly turned around because I knew he would chase and catch me if I did run for it. I swallowed when my gaze fell on Kane as he looked at me with his head propped up on his pillows.
“Um, I was tryin’ to leave... quietly.”
Kane raised an eyebrow at me. “Why? Is a good morning fuck not your thing?”
I silently thanked him for being a prick. I could handle Kane when he was a prick; it was when he acted liked a decent human that I found things difficult.