Page 48 of The Deception You Weave

"You done?" he asks, nodding to my cup.

"Yep."

"Come on then, let's party. I've got a win to celebrate."

We dance, we drink, Brax and West finally get their hands on me when Ella mysteriously vanishes around the same time Colt disappears too and Leon's attention has been stolen by some redhead who's batting her eyelashes at him despite the fact he’s clearly not interested.

Luca is sitting with some other members of the team, including my brother on the deck. His eyes burn into me constantly despite the fact I'm just hanging out with friends. Every time our eyes connect, something crackles between us, but at no point does he come over to join us. He just broods from his seat while knocking back drink after drink.

I finally manage to break free of the guys and after swiping one of the towels that are helpfully rolled up on one of the tables in front of the trees at the end of the yard, I dry myself off and step back into the shadows to watch everyone enjoying themselves.

There's noise behind me, but I don't think anything of it as West, Brax, Zayn, and a couple of his friends bomb in the pool soaking everyone who's sitting close by.

I'm laughing at them when I sense movement behind me but I don't get a chance to alert anyone because a hand covers my mouth as an arm clamps around my waist and I'm hauled back into the trees.

All the air rushes from my lungs as I'm slammed up against a tree and stare into an all too familiar set of blue eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?" he seethes, ripping his eyes from mine and dropping them down my body. It's dark out here so I doubt he can see much, but something tells me that he's been watching me and knows exactly how little I'm wearing. "Dirty little whore," he growls, sending tingles straight to my clit.

How does he do that?

I bite back my response. It would be pointless anyway seeing as his hand is still covering my face.

"I've been watching you—"As I suspected."Lettingthemput their hands all over you."

I shrug and look away from him as if I don't care.I don't.

He steps closer, his heaving breaths fanning over my face and making my skin erupt in goose bumps.

His angry, cold eyes stare into mine as I hold strong. The alcohol in my veins still bolstering my confidence.

"Why?" he spits. "Why did you do it?"

When he first lowers his hand to my throat, I'm still thinking he means the guys back at the party, but they didn't actually do anything. It takes a few seconds for my brain to catch up.

Realization dawns as I remember getting a message this afternoon to tell me that his car had been delivered almost as good as new.

"Why not?" I ask, causing a muscle I rarely see begin to pulse by his temple.

"I don't want anything from you." His voice is low and gravelly, and I can't help but think he's trying really hard to hold himself back right now. His fingers tighten around my throat as his eyes drop to my lips.

Feeling sassy, I stick my tongue out and lick it across the bottom one.

"What are you going to do, Kane? Punish me and send me back to the party fully fucked over?"

A growl rips from his throat at my words.

"They already want to fuck me. Imagine the looks on their faces when I reappear after you've done me over."

I shouldn't be baiting him, but my mouth seems to have a mind of its own right now and I can't stop the words pouring out.

"Isn't that what you want? For them all, for Luc and Leon, to know that I'm yours?"

"Princess." His warning would probably terrify most girls, but I know Kane. He might be the one full of anger and wicked intentions, but right now, I hold all the power.

"So what are you going to do, big man?"

His hand reaches out, his fingers wrapping around the top of my swimsuit, tugging harshly at the fabric until it falls around my waist.