Page 53 of The Betrayal You Serve

"Open your fucking mouth, Princess," he demands, his lips brush mine and make my mouth water for a taste of him.

Keeping my lips firmly closed, I shake my head.

A growl rumbles deep in his throat causing a surge of heat to flood my core. "Where's my dirty little whore, huh?"

His hand skims my waist before cupping my breast and pinching my nipple hard.

Exactly as he intended, I gasp and he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

I still resist but it's futile because we both know I'm not going to be able to keep it up.

"Fight all you like, Princess. You know how hard it gets me." He grinds his cock into my stomach and my body sags against the wall.

"Yeah, baby. I've missed you too."

His lips kiss and his teeth nip down my jaw, his hand releases my throat, instead wrapping around one side and holding me tight with his fingers in my hair.

"You smell like sin, Princess."

"Funny, because I was thinking that's just how you taste."

"Match made in hell, Princess. I thought you already knew this."

One second he's there and the next he's gone.

Dragging my head from the wall, I find him on his knees before me.

"Kane, what are you—fuck."

He pushes my skirt around my waist before my panties practically disintegrate in his hands and he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, leaving me wobbling around on one as he dives for my pussy.

He growls the second he sucks my clit into his mouth and I cry out, forgetting where we are and losing myself to the sensation of his mouth on me.

"Kane," I cry as his tongue circles my sensitive nub, my hands threading through his hair and holding him firmly in place.

"So fucking wet for me, Princess," he says against me, ensuring I feel every single vibration of his deep lust-filled voice.

Lifting his hand, he slides two fingers deep inside me, curling them until he finds the spot that makes me see stars.

"Oh God, oh God," I chant as my release surges forward faster than I thought possible.

"Imagine if someone walked in right now. They'd see you getting fucking owned, Princess. Is that what you want?"

"Kane," I cry, my leg beginning to tremble and threatening to give out.

"You fucking love it, don't you? You're mine, Letty. I fucking own you and this pussy."

He licks me as if he's going to die without it until I shatter all over his face, my cries echoing around the empty lecture hall that he dragged me into.

The thought of a class starting in here any moment causes aftershocks to rack my body as he slows his pace and gently sucks my clit.

Finally, he pulls away from me but not until the beginnings of another release makes itself known with his gentle caressing.

Standing, he cups my jaw in the way I love before slamming his lips down on mine and letting me taste myself on him.

"See how fucking sweet you are?" he asks into our kiss.

"Kane," I moan, needing more of him.