When the doors open, I gasp at its grandeur. Kane not only carries with him a large presence that leaves most in awe, but his lifestyle is just as huge. The man has taste, and I have a newfound respect for the man who’s obviously worked extremely hard to be where he is today. The polished marble floor spans to a giant glass wall showing a glittering display of the city beneath him. His passion for art is shown with the huge hanging masterpieces that in any other home would appear overwhelming, but in Kane’s abode, they’re almost dwarfed by the sheer scale of the walls. The dimly lit room suits my mood and once inside, Kane pulls me into his strong arms and holds me tight, his lips demanding mine.
“Whatever’s happened, you’re safe here,” he murmurs against my mouth. I shiver in delight, feeling his body engulfing mine. I feel so protected when he’s near.
“I need it to go away, Kane.”
“Make what go away?” he whispers.
“Them. I need to forget them.”
He hesitates to answer because he doesn’t know who I’m talking about. “Then I’ll do whatever I can to help you forget.”
Gripping my ass, he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist. His lips claim mine and he kisses deeply, me returning the urgency, tasting and relishing his need. He carries me through the apartment, but I’m too consumed in everything him to pay attention to the beautiful surrounds. Down the hall, he kicks open the door to what I assume to be the main bedroom, and lowers me to the bed, nestling between my legs. Despite the pain I feel, and my shattered heart, I desperately need Kane to make me feel somewhat whole again. My confidence has taken a nasty blow, two blows in fact, simultaneously. Brutal and cold. To have a man worship me the same way my husband should have been instead of choosing my sister.
“I need you to fuck me so hard I forget their faces,” I manage between kisses.
Kane doesn’t need any more convincing. “Your wish is granted.” Flipping me onto my stomach, he pulls me to my knees, lifts my dress and slides my panties down my thighs. His tongue plunges into my pussy from behind, followed by his demanding fingers. He goes deep, curling them slightly at the end, already understanding how to make me climax. Spreading me wide, two fingers work my clit as he explores my pussy, holding me hostage until I feel myself gyrating against his face.
I want more.
My body demands it and my soul seeks it. Increasing the pressure, he eats me out, but stops shy of giving me the orgasm I crave. He hears me whimper when he pulls away, and responds by biting down on my ass cheek, trailing a delicious path to my waist, hands cupping and kneading my breasts until his mouth nibbles at my neck. I lean into his touch, greedily wanting more and needing to pleasure him the same way he does me.
I turn on my knees, sinking to the floor, positioning myself between his legs. His hard cock strains against his jeans, and when I unzip, he springs to attention. It’s a glorious sight, one I can’t wait to devour, yet I’m terrified at the same time, recalling with clarity how he’d destroyed me only two nights earlier.
I straighten, curling my fingers around his hefty girth, and slide my lips over his tip. He groans, lacing his fingers through my hair and throwing his head back in pleasure. I sink down farther, barely taking a quarter of his length before it hits the back of my throat. I slide up and down, licking and sucking, enjoying his cock throbbing in my mouth and relishing his groans. His grip on my hair tightens the closer he comes to climax, but I slide off his cock before that happens, getting to my feet to claim his mouth.
“Touché,” he says, voice hoarse with need.
Pulling me forward, I straddle his lap, feeling his eager cock pressing at my entrance. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I let him claim my mouth, wanting nothing more than to have him punish me the same. Kane grips my ass, spreading my cheeks before lowering me onto his cock. His tip pushes in and I gasp, knowing what’s to come.
“Are you ready for me?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I’m never ready, but I don’t want you to hold back.”
“I never intended to.” With that, he drops me onto his cock, plunging his full length inside me. I cry out, clawing his back as my pussy struggles and screams to fit around him. Old pains come into effect, blurring with new ones as he thrusts once more, his cock so deep I can feel him knocking on my internal organs. It’s a raw mix of pleasure and pain, and while it’s enough to bring tears to my eyes, my whorish body couldn’t be more thrilled.