He chuckled, following my orders and stripped down, wrapping my legs around his naked waist, shoving me up the bed and nestling in between my thighs. My breath hitched when he pressed his hot, hard body against mine. I writhed beneath him, hands roaming up and down his back, desperate for his friction.
“You ready for me, sweetheart? Because I can’t fucking wait any longer. I’m afraid I won’t last long enough for you,” Kane said as he tapped the head of his cock against my clit.
“I don’t care. Need you right now, Kane.”
“Do you like it when I’m inside of you?” He rasped, perusing me with his possessive gaze.
“Yes,” I groaned, reaching for his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
He captured my lips with his as he slid inside of me. He was long and thick, stretching me, making me cry his name.
“I love that sound,” Kane whispered as he began to slowly move in and out. “Say it again.”
His tempo picked up and I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he rutted into me with smooth motions. His fingers slid in between us and found my clit, slippery with arousal. “Fuck yes, Kane. Right fucking there.”
He kissed me fiercely to match his thrusts, sucking and biting down my neck to my chest. He sucked each nipple as I came undone, clenching his cock and crying out. He stilled above me, breathing heavily as he spilled inside of me.
“I told you I wouldn’t last long. Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready for you again,” Kane said with a smirk that melted my dark, little heart. He rolled over to his side, pulling me with him so we were face to face. He stroked my hair, pushing it away from my face. “What’s the matter? I swear I’ll go longer next time. It’s been a while, and this sexy little seductress has been making me eat her pussy without letting me fuck her afterwards.”
I let out a silent laugh as I rolled onto my back. Tears threatened to spillagain. It was like I’d opened the gate on the emotions I’d kept locked away for years and they were out for retribution. “I’m just tired.”
“How about we take a shower and go to bed?”
I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to deter the tears that wanted out. “Sure.”
Kane took my hand and interlocked his fingers with mine. “Baby,” he said as he kissed our thumbs. “Talk to me.”
My stomach knotted, killing the blissful high I’d been riding. “I’m freaking out. I don’t know if I can go back to that place. I don’t know if I can go to the ball. The last time…”
“I’ll be right there with you. Dante is already suspicious and if you don’t go, he’ll know something’s going on. You want to be there when we confront him, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, but I can’t shake the feeling that things won’t go the way we’re planning. I know my dad’s a psychotic asshole, but he’s also conniving. He has people to watch his back.”
“And so do we. You have an entire motorcycle club ready to throw down for you, Dani. That means something. We’ll all be there to support you,” Kane said against my forehead. He kissed me gently and pulled me against his chest.
“That night when we kissed for the first time, that meant everything to me,” I said quietly. “I held onto that during–while–” I choked a sob.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m right here.” Kane stroked my back, tightening his grip as my body shook with anguish. I’d kept my experience locked down for so long, I forgot what it was like to hurt from it. “I swear to you, I will never let another man put his hands on you. It’s fuckingdone, Dani. Don’t try to argue with me about it. Anyone touches you again and they’re dead.”
Eventually he pulled the blankets up over us, rocking me gently and petting my hair until I fell asleep.
Chapter 43
Dani
Therestoftheweek dragged on. I spent most of my time with Kane and Gemma. They both ditched school to hang out with me while I rode out the end of my suspension. I was prepared to hit Dad with the “I have a stomach bug” card to get away from him, but he’d been scarce since Kane overheard him talking on the phone about trying to kill Bobby. It didn’t surprise me that he admitted it. He’d always been jealous of anyone that got in the way of his power and money–including Gio.
Finn kept us up to date on the happenings at CG Prep while we were out, and according to him, the place had been rife with gossip. Lucas Matthews and his buddies all had their throwing arms broken in a scuffle the other night. When asked about how it happened, none of them could recall who had done it. When I asked Kane about it, he smiled and shrugged.
I’d be lying if I said his violent tendencies didn’t turn me the fuck on.
And Lauren…oh, sweet Lauren. She hadn’t been seen at school at all this week. After an incredibly small portion of that provocative video was leaked, Daddy was doing damage control. According to those in the know, her father enrolled her in a treatment program at a local therapy clinic and had begun doing speeches on the dangers of social media bullying. It was ironic considering how reprehensible his own daughter was, but a politician always knew the best way to spin a bad story into something useful for the campaign trail.
I’d been doing my best to stay focused on the masquerade ball. Alana had a local boutique bring in fifty different ball gowns for me and Gemma to try on–and naturally I found a black and red option and decided it was the one without trying on any others.
Gemma tried on ten before going back to the second one she tried on–a deep royal blue gown embroidered with matching beads up the bodice.
The butterflies in my stomach were back as I tugged the red gown up my body. It was covered with a black lace overlay, the top portion was a corset with a sweetheart neckline, and the skirt was formed around my hips and flared out just below.