She looked at me for a moment before Theo ushered her to the door with Noah trailing behind. There was a sadness in her eyes that didn’t make sense.
“What the fuck’s your deal tonight?” I asked as I walked to the counter and poured myself a vodka on the rocks. I tried to ignore the stifling energy of the room, but it was impossible to do that as Kane glowered at me.
“I want to collect on our deal now,” Kane said as he undid his belt.
I swallowed the vodka loudly as I observed his movements. He was angry, furious as he yanked his pants down just low enough to pull his dick out. He was somewhat hard, but that didn’t stop him from walking over to me and pushing down on my shoulders.
I landed on the floor with athud, the rug biting into my skin and my glass of vodka spilling onto the floor. Kane’s eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. Even in the throes of murder and mayhem, I’d never seen him so angry. He took his cock in his hand and pushed it in front of my face.
I parted my lips, letting him push himself in. Something was going on with him but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. His cock was hard and hot, the pre-cum coating the back of my throat as he held my head against him. I relaxed my throat, staring up at his dark eyes as he thrust into me.
With his jaw clenched, he held my head, threading his fingers through my hair as he fucked my mouth. His balls slapped my chin as he thrust wildly, forcing his huge cock to hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I took all of him. Staring up at him, I could tell he was lost to his anger tonight. He was different. Something had changed since the last time we were together.
“You’re really good at this. How many of my friends have enjoyed this mouth?”
His words broke the haze I was in. I pushed him back a step and stood up. Wobbling in my heels, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and leveled him with a furious glare. “What the hell happened tonight? You’re being an asshole.”
“What’s the matter? Don’t want my cock now? Do you want me to call Noah back in here so he can shove his dick down your slutty throat? Would that make you happy?” He growled as he held his hard cock with a death grip.
“Did you take something tonight, Kane? Why the fuck would I want to suck Noah’s cock?” The thought disgusted me considering he was fucking my best friend. I would never think of him like that.
Kane let out a laugh. “You had me fooled for a minute there, Killer. I should’ve known it was too good to be true.”
“Would you stop speaking in riddles and just tell me what the fuck happened before I got here?”
“Noah told me everything,” Kane said quietly. He pushed me across the room until I was pressed against the pool table.
“Everything? As in…” As in he’s been fucking your sister behind your back for months. As in I’ve been helping them sneak around and keeping their secret from you.
“Every. Fucking. Thing.” Kane grabbed my neck and devoured my mouth with his. He kissed me like he was going off to war, like it would be the last time he’d ever kiss me. It was fierce and powerful, full of passion and hate.
He pulled back and spun me around, pushing me down onto the pool table. My legs separated and my back arched instinctively, remembering the feeling of him between my legs. Needing him again. Whatever he was going through had to be from finding out his best friend and his sister betrayed him.
In a way, I did too.
“I knew you’d be mad but I was trying to be a good friend,” I said as my breath hitched. I knew he’d be pissed once he found out but he was acting weird, even for him.
“Oh, you were just being a goodfriend.” He shoved my dress up, exposing me. He laughed once he saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Did you dress like this for him? Or for me?”
“What?” I asked just as he slammed his cock into my pussy, forcing a cry from me at the abrupt intrusion.
“You’re wet. Does this turn you on, baby? Did you enjoy fucking with my head?” Kane asked as he thrust into me hard and fast like he was simply chasing his own release, not giving a fuck about mine. Which wasn’t like him at all.
“I haven’t fucked with your head, Kane,” I said between thrusts. The pleasure from his thick cock slamming into me was building, but I needed more. I moved my hand down toward my clit, but he grabbed my wrist and held it behind my back.
He leaned down, pressing his chest against me before whispering in my ear. “That mouth of yours tells such sweet lies. How long did you think you’d get away with it? And you tried to make me feel guilty about fake-dating Lauren.”
I tuned him out, relishing in the feeling of him fucking me. He wasn’t thinking clearly–obviously–but I couldn’t have a conversation like this while he was fucking me without abandon. I could barely formulate a thought.
I clenched his cock, on the cusp of orgasm, but he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.
“You don’t get to come, sweetheart. Just sit there and take it while I paint your ass with my cum.”
He jerked himself and came, the hot liquid sliding down my ass as he grunted and breathed heavily above me. I was ready to come at the lightest contact, right up until he uttered his next words.
“Now tell me, sweetheart. Who fucks you better, me or Noah?”
I turned to see if he was kidding.