Page 54 of The Betrayal You Serve

"What's that, Princess? Your greedy pussy wants my cock too?"

"Oh God," I sigh as he once again kisses down my neck, running his tongue over the bite mark he left me with on Sunday.

"I like this. I like everyone knowing that you're mine," he whispers possessively against the wound. "One day soon, you're going to have a permanent reminder of me, Princess."

The thought of him branding me shouldn't make my core clench for him, but it fucking does.

The sound of his belt opening makes my mouth water and I drag my head from the wall to look as he pushes the fabric of his pants around his waist, releasing his hard cock.

I have no idea I move until Kane looks at me and my tongue is halfway along my bottom lip.

"Next time," he growls. "I'm too desperate for your pussy right now."

Without another word, he lifts me from the floor, forcing my legs around his waist and he drops me down onto him, filling me in one swift move.

"Kane," I scream, as he immediately pulls out before slamming back inside me, not giving me a chance to register what's happening let alone adjust. "Oh God, fuck," I cry, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks me into oblivion.

"Tell me you’re mine," he growls.

"Kane."

"Tell me, Princess," he demands. "Tell me this is mine, that you are mine and mine fucking only."

"Yes, yes. Yours," I cry as his thrusts into my body get even more erratic.

His lips attach onto my neck, the other side from my existing mark, and he sucks the skin into his mouth.

My pussy floods around him and a low growl rumbles in the back of his throat.

"Dirty little whore.Mydirty little whore," he whispers against my flushed skin.

"Yes, yes."

Pulling my lower half from the wall, he holds my ass in one hand and takes my throat in the other.

"Come, Princess. Come all over my cock."

He pounds into me, the sound of skin slapping skin covering our heaving breaths.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kane," I scream as I fall over the edge.

His hand around my throat tightens before he explodes, his cock twitching violently inside me, filling me with his seed.

Stepping forward once again, he rests his forehead against mine as we fight to catch our breaths.

"Mine," he pants.

We stay like that for what feels like the longest time but in reality, it's probably only a few minutes before his cell starts ringing and ruining the little bit of silence we'd carved out in all this chaos.

"I need to get that," he says regretfully, lowering my feet to the floor and pulling out of me.

He makes quick work of tucking himself away and pulling his cell from his pocket. But he doesn't turn fast enough because I see the name of the person who's calling and it's like a giant bucket of water has been dumped over me.

"You're never going to get out, are you?"

He pauses with his finger almost on the accept button. "I can't talk about this right now, Let."

Before I know what's happening, he's blown through the door he dragged me through not so long ago and I'm left alone in an empty lecture hall with only my regrets for company once again.