I shower quickly, taking care to not get my bandage wet, and then get dressed. I no sooner enter the kitchen and Constantine is there greeting me.

  “Would you like me to arrange a snack for you before dinner?”

  “When is dinner?” It’s almost nine.

  “Santino has a dinner set.”

  “He isn’t here.” I grab the milk.

  “It will be delivered when he gets home.”

  “Then he can eat it then.” I grab one of the many boxes of cereal. I’m being a brat, but I can’t help it. I should be more grateful. Kane has been good to me. I don’t want to go, but I’m not settled here either.

  “Okay.” Constantine chuckles before leaving me alone in the kitchen to eat my cereal and stew over the fact that Kane isn’t home yet. My eyes flicker over to the clock way too often. Time is dragging by. When the elevator sounds, I slip off the chair and put my empty bowl in the sink.

  “Yes, a wedding dress.” Disappointment hits me again when I hear Ned’s voice. “That should be fine.” Wait, a wedding dress? “I’m going to have to call you back.” I peek around, shamelessly doing my best at spying. He takes another call. “Hey.” He pauses. “Now?” His tone turns irritated. “You will not allow her up here right now.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “Fucking hell.” He turns back, heading toward the elevator. He hangs up on whomever he is speaking to.

  I think he’s headed back down, but when the elevator doors slide open a pretty, tall blonde is standing there all dolled up.

  “Is he back yet?” She tries to step off the elevator, but Ned blocks her.

  “You need to leave.”

  “I only want to speak with him. My father told me he called off our engagement.” A small gasp leaves me. Ned’s head whips around to see me spying on them. “Is that her? He’s calling it off for her?” The woman hisses while her eyes take me in.

  “I’m sorry.” I step back, wanting to get out of here, but I can’t. I flee to the bedroom, my heart pounding. Did Kane seriously find me and then keep me while he was engaged to another woman? Jealousy fills me, and I hate it. This isn’t her fault.

  I guess when Kane finds a new toy, he easily discards the last.

  CHAPTER 15

  KANE

  “There’s a situation” was the text I received from Constantine. I wrapped up my business and sped home. Con meets me at the elevators.

  “Miss Kimberly was here. She said that you called off your engagement.”

  “We were never engaged.” I thrust my jacket in Con’s arms. “How is Laurel?”

  “She locked herself in the bedroom.”

  “Which one?”

  “Yours.”

  “I’ll take that as a positive sign.” I flick off my cuff links and give a terse nod to Con. “You can leave for the night. We won’t need you.”

  “Yessir.” Con fades away like the good man that he is.

  At my bedroom door, I give a small knock and enter. Laurel is nowhere to be seen. I start to back out when a flutter of one of the curtains framing the balcony doors flutters. I stalk across the room and find her huddled under a quilt in one of the chairs overlooking the city lights. “It’s cold out here.”

  “Not colder than your heart,” I hear her mutter under her breath.

  I cut to the chase. “She’s not my fiancée and never was.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “You should. If a man showed up and said that he was engaged to you, I’d be pissed as hell.”

  Her small chin juts forward. “I don’t have a man. I was kept in a cage, remember?”

  “And I don’t have a woman.”

  “No woman comes to a man’s house and says she’s engaged if she’s not engaged.”

  “And you know this because you have so much experience in engagements?” I arch a brow.

  She throws me a dirty look and slides under the quilt until almost nothing of her can be seen but a pair of fiery eyes. “Because I’m a woman and I know.”

  I’ve had enough of this banter. It’s been too long since I last touched her. I cross the balcony and fling Laurel over my shoulder. “The problem here is that you’re still a virgin. If you had my cock inside of you, you wouldn’t be having these concerns.”

  “Put me down, you-you animal.”

  I throw her onto the bed. “Unbutton my shirt.” I hold my arms out.

  She folds her arms across her chest. “No.”

  I grab her hands and slap them against my shirt. “Unbutton it or I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Don’t test me.” I put her hand inside my button placket and pull hard. The button pops off. “Get to fucking work,” I order. Excitement lights in her eyes. There’s my little bird.

  She scrambles to her knees. I grit my teeth as her knuckles graze my chest. Why don’t I just pour gasoline over my head and light myself on fire? It would be less painful than trying to control my response to her slightest touch. I’m so far gone it’s shameful, but I would not want it any other way. This is how it should be between us. We should ignite each other with a single touch or a mere glance. Still, if I don’t get myself together, this encounter will be over before it begins, and I want her to remember this moment. I want this first time to be a keystone memory for her that will make her blush and squirm and smile every time she pulls it out.

  “You said that a woman came here and said I was engaged to her, but have you seen me with her?”

  Her hands stop. “No.”

  “Do you see any signs of a woman in my home?”

  She thinks for a moment and shakes her head. “No.”

  “Her dad wants me to marry her or one of his other daughters. I’m not interested. I wouldn’t be interested even if you weren’t here. Those women, any women, don’t interest me. Only you. Do you get me?”

  She rubs her cherry lips together and nods slowly. “I guess so.”

  Good enough for now. “But you, Laurel, you ran around in a sheet in front of another man.” I stare her down. “Did that make you feel good? Sexy?”

  “What? No.”

  “Don’t do it again, or I’m going to have to punish you.”

  She pauses midway and licks her lips. “In what way?”

  “What way is there, little bird? A painful way. You’ll either get spanked or I won’t allow you to come.”

  The lower lip disappears between her teeth, and her breathing grows labored. “What if I don’t want that?”

  “But you do, little bird, don’t you? Or you wouldn’t be clenching your thighs together right now. The idea of getting spanked, being tortured, turns you on, and there’s not a damned thing wrong with that. It doesn’t make you deviant or dirty. Your desire is natural.” I tap her hand. “Keep working.”

  It’s important for her to know that anything she wants in the bedroom is acceptable. What happens here doesn’t define her. If she feels safe in a cage because that’s how she was raised, then I will make her the plushest, most comfortable, happiest cage that exists.

  She finishes with the shirt and leans back on her haunches. “Now what?”

  “Now you take me out.” I direct her hands to my zipper. “Put him in your mouth. You don’t need to be that careful.”

  “He’s so soft.” She pets me carefully.

  My eyes roll into the back of my head. Cum leaks out. She examines the milky white substance on the tip and then leans forward and sucks it off. I draw back.

  “Forget it,” I say gruffly.

  “But I didn’t even get to taste it.” She runs her tongue over her lips as if she can’t bear to have even a drop escape.

  It’s a miracle I don’t fall to my knees. I pinch her nipples and steel myself for entry. “Open up then.”

  Her mouth hinges wide, her tongue flat like a landing pad. I glide myself into her until her lips are stretched and her cheeks are full. My hand braces the back of her head as I slowly move back and forth, not too deep.

  “You look sexy as sin with my cock in your mouth. Is your pussy getting wet at the thought of him inside you? Is your cunt aching?” I reach down between her legs and rub my fingers against her soaked sex. “You want some cock, little bird? Is it empty here?”

  She makes a small mewling sound. I slide two fingers inside. It’s still such a tiny space. I’m going to tear her apart. I work her until she’s sopping wet, dripping juice down her inner thighs. “I’m going to fill you up, little bird. Don’t worry.”

  I pull out of her mouth, leaving her lips swollen and rosy. Bending down, I steal a quick kiss before shedding my jeans, boxers, and shirt. Naked, I take her down to the mattress.

  I shove my knees under her thighs, opening her wide. “It’s going to sting a little in the beginning because you’re so small, but you’ll adjust. It’ll be okay.”

  “This is crazy,” she half chokes, staring down at the size of my erection. “There’s just no way.”

  Her thighs start to close. I let out a laugh. “It’s okay. It’ll work.” I kneel between her legs and eat her until her legs fall open and she’s forgotten about anything but the sensations that only I can give her. When she’s blind with lust and need, I place my cockhead at her entrance and push forward. The thin veil of her innocence gives way with only a swift inhale.

  “That’s right,” I encourage. “Let me in. It feels good, doesn't it? Feels real good.” I’ve never felt anything better in my whole life. How did I go all my life without this?

  “Kane, I need…more.”

  “I know. I’ve got you.” I place my hand under her ass and hold her while I thrust. I’m making her mine, branding her inside and out with my scent, feel, touch. “Come for me, little bird. Let go. It’s all right.”

  I keep talking, nonsense words of encouragement, as my hips slam down until I’m so deep inside her, the tip of my cock can feel her womb. She screams, and cum floods on my cock, triggering my own orgasm. I spill into her until she’s overflowing with her juice and my seed.

  I take her mouth in mine. My intention was to be soft, but the taste of her, the feel of her tongue tangling with me sends me into orbit. “I have to have you again.” I flip over on my back. “You’re tender. Take what you can.”

  She places her hands on my chest and leans forward. The mixed fluid inside of her drips down her legs and coats my own thighs. Her slow, tentative descent onto my shaft nearly kills me. It does send me over the cliff. I take her into oblivion with me.

  CHAPTER 16

  LAUREL

  “Little bird.” Kane’s mouth brushes against mine, pulling me from sleep.

  “What?” I yawn and stretch out.

  The sheet falls down my body, the cool air making my nipples harden. They ache. So do a lot of other places on my body. All of it in a good way. I open my eyes when he doesn’t respond, to see him eating me up with a heated gaze. He licks his lips as though he’s starved for me. I’m not sure how the heck that’s possible. I thought he would have already gotten his fill. “Boss man.”

  “Boss man?” Those words grab his attention back. Well, to the conversation he was trying to have with me. He woke me for a reason. I notice he’s fully dressed already in a suit. It irritates me because I know that means he’s leaving again or going to his office.

  “You’re bossy.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “You love it.” Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. Not that it matters. Kane lays his hand on my stomach. The man is giant compared to me. His rough fingers trail down my stomach. My thighs part for him. They ache too from having been spread so wide for so long. When it comes to me, Kane can be insatiable. I do love that, but now the hollowness inside of me grows, making my chest ache. “Little bird.” He cups my sex.

  “I love it.” He actually smirks.

  “I wasn’t too hard?” His eyes soften. These are the moments I know I get my Kane. This man is only for me.

  “You’re always hard, Kane.” His brows pull together, giving me that same expression he always does.

  I think I might irritate him too. My responses often are not what he was thinking I might say or what he wants them to be. I’m a thousand percent sure no one else talks to him the way that I do and gets away with it. I don’t think Kane enjoys the obsession he has with me. Or the possessiveness. I think it makes him feel out of control. Which I’m guessing makes him uncomfortable. I wonder if someone could snap their fingers and make it go away if he’d agree to it.

  He can keep me in my cage. Even fog my mind with lust and need, but he can’t change who I am, and I won’t play a part. If he wanted an obedient woman in his bed, then he should have taken the other one that was offered to him. She looked as though she would follow all of his rules without argument. Just the mere thought of her sours my mood.

  “A woman is coming with some wedding dresses. She’ll be here soon.” His finger slips through the folds of my sex to press small circles to my clit.

  “Ms. Michaels?” I gasp.

  “Who?”

  “The woman who got me all the clothes before.”

  “I didn’t bother to ask her name. My tailor recommended her. My only communication was for them to get everything you need.” His smirk turns into a smile. My heart flutters. “Except the lingerie. I rather enjoyed picking out all your panties. I had no fucking clue there were so many options.”

  “Never picked any out for a woman before?” I moan, his slow circles on my clit working me up.

  “No,” he grunts. His finger stops moving. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. It’s terrible. Why do I both love and hate that he picked out my panties and bras? I want him to dress me up and order me around, but another part of me doesn’t. His control doesn’t come from love, and I’m not even sure love is something he can give.

  “Kane.” I buck my hips. He pulls his hand out from between my thighs. “Hey,” I start to protest. I’m cut off when Kane flips me over onto my stomach and yanks me to the side of the bed, my legs dangling over the side. He comes down over me, his chest against my back pressing me into the mattress.

  “My little bird isn’t getting it.” He nips at my neck, grinding his hard cock into my bare ass. My whole body lights up with need, that fog of lust rising up inside me. “It’s only you that takes care of my cock. I only crave you. You have nothing to be jealous of.”

  “I’m not—”

  “Do not lie to me.” He cuts off my denial. “You can get away with a lot with me but no lies. Understand?” I nod my head. “Good girl. Now be still. I’m going to have my breakfast in bed.” He moves his body, leaving mine, his hand going to my hips to lift my ass into the air off the mattress.

  Kane uses his knee to spread my legs farther apart. I peek over my shoulder to see him dropping to his knees. A second later, his tongue dives through the folds of my sex to stroke my clit. He teases it before pulling back to thrust it into my sex. It makes me ache to have him inside me there. He pulls it out, going back to my clit before pulling back again, and this time he keeps going farther.

  “Kane,” I gasp when he presses it against my puckered hole.

  “See, I need all of you. There’s not a part of your body that won't know me.” He releases his hold on me, causing my hips to drop back down to the bed. The sound of his zipper is loud in the room.

  “Kane?” Is he going to do what I think he is?

  “Don’t worry, little bird.” The head of his cock presses into my sex. “Not today or even tomorrow. For now, I only come deep inside your pussy.” He thrusts forward, groaning loudly. I grip the sheets, needing something to hang on to when he grabs me by the hips again lifting me off the bed so he can press deeper inside of me. My breath hitches. He’s so deep. “Right there.” Oh God, is he talking about my womb? My sex flutters around him, letting him know what my body thinks of that. Traitor.

  Kane starts to move in and out of me. He lifts my hips to meet each thrust. I lie there and feel him. Slow at first, but with each thrust, he gets faster. His grunts fill the room. He’s so deep. That’s where I want him. I want him to consume me. I only wish I could do the same to him. That I was able to make Kane feel me in the deepest parts of him.

  “Oh God,” I moan, my orgasm fast approaching. Kane’s body comes back down over mine.

  “At some point you might even wish I’d want another,” he growls into my ear, sounding mad at his own words. His hips keep pistoning, rutting in and out of me. “Because I can’t get enough. You do this to me, and you’re the one that is going to sate my need, and that’s all it will be. You’ll only be able to push it back down, but it will crawl right back out and have you again.”

  Kane has lost his control. I love every second of it. I crave him too but not only in lust. His hand slips under me, his fingers going to my clit.

  “Come for me,” he orders. My body goes off. I cry out his name as pleasure surges through my body. Kane pushes fully inside of me. With a loud groan, he comes with me. Warmth blooms inside of me. “Milk it out.” My eyes flutter open. Kane’s cock is still thrust all the way inside of me. I don’t know what he means until he starts to strum my clit again.

  “Kane,” I whimper as he draws the orgasm out from my body. My sex contracts around his cock, trying to pull him deeper. He kisses my shoulder.

  “Pick a dress. You will be marrying me.”

  “Bossy.” I sigh, my body now limp under his.

  “You can call me that for now, but very soon, you’ll be calling me your husband.”

  CHAPTER 17

  KANE

  I didn’t see it coming. I was lulled into complacency by sex, love, and my belief that Luca’s interest in Kimberly wouldn’t result in him selling me out. Lesson learned.

  The car bumps along the road, and there’s a lot less traffic noise from outside. We must be on the outskirts of town. Since I have a black hood over my head, I can’t check. I test the restraints on my wrist. Tight as hell. Son of a bitch. At least I wasn’t with Laurel when this happened. She’s hopefully at home in her gilded cage, protected by Con and all the security the building has to offer.

 

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