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He's so strong, so sweaty and lethal.
The violence shouldn't be turning me on but the blood that drips from his opponent while he struggles to get over him, makes me imagine it's him and Savage and I'm between them, a Sabrina sandwich, so much man... so muchmeat.
My pink parts are on overdrive, the silk of my dress clinging onto my nipples for dear life.
I tear my gaze away to find Parker already watching me, and I feel the pink spread up, up, up to my chest and cheeks.
It can't get any worse.
It gets so much worse.
Only thirty minutes later, after a searing, dominating kiss that has my pussy practically begging to be kissed, too.
Sitting at the bar, laughing with Raven and Jonas as they make jokes about my husband's large... appendage, the air fills with a static electricity. It crackles in the air around me before shooting down my spine. All the noise leaves the room, and the vibrating thumps of the music slow to hollowing, soft thuds.
"I suppose what they've said is true, then?"
Thatvoice.
I turn, slowly, so fucking slowly, because I'm wishing it's just a bad dream.It has to be. I have to be hearing things.
But it's not and I’m not.
Tousled light brown hair, green and blue hazel, red-rimmed eyes clash with mine. "Kane?"
He smirks a devilish smirk I always thought made him rather handsome… but now it just makes me want to projectile vomit all over him. "You know, they told me you got married, and I couldn't believe it. ‘Not my Brina,’ I said. ‘She wouldn't do that to me.’"
"I was never yours."
"I negotiated for you. We negotiated for you. You were the only one for me."
I shake my head softly. "I was never yours. Not after what you did to me."
"Didto you? Youbeggedme for it. ‘Eat my pussy, please, I need it.’" He rasps in falsetto.
"Youdruggedme!" I whisper-scream, because the last thing I need is for everyone to know. To hear that I'm a statistic and nothing more.
"Not enough that you didn't want it." He takes a step toward me, but Raven stands and throws her drink in his face. Seeming to finally see we aren't alone, he takes another step in her direction, his hand out to grab her but Jonas pulls her back and behind him, then steps up to Kane, daring him to throw the first punch.
"You should have stopped when I said no. When I begged for you to get away from me."
"You weresquirting in my mouth," he replies with a sick, twisted smirk.
"Ineverwanted you," I grit out. "No wonder you had to drug me to rape me. I didn't want you sober, and I didn't even want youdrugged, you sick, piece of shit."
"And you think I want you now? Hmm? You're nothing but a whore to mafia scum."
"You want to repeat that to my face?" Maksim growls from behind him, and whatever Kane is high or drunk on has given him courage, because the ugly badger does exactly that.
And fists fly.
“Who was that fucking guy, Sabrina?” Maksim asks in a low voice.
“Nobody important,” I reply whilst looking out the window.
“Bugiarda,”liar, he says roughly. “I saw the way your eyes opened wide; I watched how your entire body went rigid. You were scared.”
“Just someone I used to know, okay? Like I said, he's not important. Let it go.”