He wasn’t.
He shoved his dick back into his boxers and zipped his pants, never taking his furious gaze off me.
“I’ve never fucked Noah,” I spat as I pulled my dress down to cover my cum-coated ass.
“He told me. He fucking told me you’ve been screwing him behind my back, making him keep it a secret,” Kane scoffed. “I thought I’d get one last fuck in before I sent your ass packing. That’s five minutes I’ll never get back.”
I slapped him across the face and then slapped him again on the other cheek. He grabbed my wrists before I could hit him again, so I lifted my knee and kicked his balls. He grunted and released my hands.
“I don’t know why Noah would say that, but it’s not true. And fuck you for not giving me the benefit of the doubt!” I shouted as Kane cupped his crotch.
“Why would I believe you? You lie to men for a living. Youfuckmen for a living!”
I gasped because I couldn’t believe he actually went there.
I lunged at him, throwing my fists at any part of him that I could. I hit his stomach once and his face twice. Kane grabbed my wrists again and pinned me to the wall. I flailed around, unable to contain the anger swelling inside of me.
“So you’re not going to admit it?” He panted.
“I didn’t fuckingdoanything!”
Then I stopped fighting. I went limp against the wall as Kane’s warm hands kept me upright.
I was shutting down, the reality of the situation hitting me full force.
Of course Kane wasn’t going to believe me.
He was right.
I was a liar. I could do this shit in my sleep. It was the only thing I was good at. The only thing that made me worthy.
I felt his eyes on me but I couldn’t look at him. I was zoned out, choosing a place above his shoulder to focus on. It was no use fighting him.
I was done.
Destroyed.
I thought I’d been destroyed when Mom died and I knew I no longer had her protection. I thought I’d been destroyed the night I was drugged and raped for hours.
But that was nothing compared to this.
Compared to the disdain on Kane’s face. The hatred that reverberated from his bones. The way he looked at me…
The pain of not being believed.
Tears pricked my eyes.
I wouldnotcry for this man. I wouldn’t.
A traitorous tear slipped out and cascaded down my cheek. Kane’s tongue darted out of his mouth and licked it. “Do you think those tears are going to work on me? I’ll never fall into your trap again.”
My resolve hardened. The shred of emotion that felt like sadness was transformed to anger. To fury. “Don’t fucking touch me ever again. Let me go or I’ll kick your balls so hard you’ll need to have them removed from your stomach.”
He smirked as he released me. I ripped off my heels and began walking to the stairs that led to the second floor.
“Get your shit and get out of my house,” Kane barked from behind me, as if I wanted to be anywhere near him ever again.
I’d rather sleep in Dad’s cage than sleep in the same house as Kane fucking Moretti.