Page 6 of The Deception You Weave

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Kane

Everything feels fuzzy when I come to.

The last thing I remember was driving away from training and flipping Luca and Leon off as they emerged from the building.

Everything after that was a blur.

I know I was exhausted, but fuck.

I twist my head to the side and pain shoots down my spine. It's so sharp that it makes me suck in a breath.

"He's waking up," a familiar voice says.

Am I still dreaming?

"Kane? Bro, can you hear me?"

"K—" My throat is so dry I can't get any more out.

"Do you need a drink? Here." A straw is pressed to my lips and I suck down some water. My eyes still refusing point-blank to open.

"T-thank you," I whisper as everything begins to get hazy again.

Darkness engulfs me and the reality that I was trying to grasp once again slips away.

I hear her voice and I fight to wake up, to see her, to touch her.

When I manage to get my eyes to work, we're in my bedroom at the house and she's standing in the doorway to the bathroom with just my towel wrapped around her.

My body grows hot as I take in the marks on her body.

The bruises around her throat, the angry red marks down her chest and poking out the bottom of the towel on her thighs.

My cock swells as I stare at her.

So fucking beautiful.

"Princess," I growl, holding my hand out for her and throwing the covers back so she can join me. I've certainly not had my fill yet.

Some movement on my arm drags me from thoughts of Letty. That touch certainly isn't hers and the blood running through my veins cools almost immediately.

"Are you going to wake up for us soon, young man?" a strange voice says, although it sounds like she's a million miles away. "Your brother and girlfriend are here waiting on you."

"Oh no, I'm not—"

At her voice, I fight like hell through the fog but the darkness is too strong and I slip away again briefly.

Is she here? Wherever here is.

"Bro, calm down. It's okay." A warm hand lands on my forearm. "Kane. It's okay."

Kyle.

His hand slides down to my hand and he squeezes. But it's not his hand I want.

Mustering up every bit of energy I have, I force my eyes open.