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Slipping my hand back into her hair, I pull her back from me and her eyes immediately dart down to where I'm now slowly working my hard length.

Desire darkens her eyes, the gold flecks damn near glittering.

"Kane?"

"You owe me, Princess."

"Uh—"

"You disobeyed me. Forced me to the Creek to get you."

"I didn't—" Not interested in her argument, I push her head lower until she's hovering right over my length.

"Suck me, Princess. Make all of this worth my while."

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Letty

My heart thunders and my temperature soars as his fingers tighten in my hair, forcing me toward his length.

I’m so fucking mad at him right now, my body trembles with my restraint. The desire to reach out and bite the thing off as revenge for his alpha caveman act in front of my dad is strong. But not as strong as my desire for him.

My clit throbs as I pause here, suspended over the center console like a cheap whore.

But I guess that’s what this is.

He thinks I owe him, and what better way to make me pay.

“Princess,” he growls, his deep low voice sending a violent shiver through my body. “I don’t have all fuckin—fuck,” he barks as I close the space between us and suck him deep into my mouth.

His taste explodes on my tongue, making my mouth water for more.

His tight grip on my hair as he pulls me back up his length bites but the pain only adds to the intensity between my legs.

“Fuck, Princess, your mouth is…” His words trail off as he pushes me down again, taking total control of my rhythm.

Each time he lowers me down, he forces his cock farther back into my throat until he starts to make me gag around him.

“Fuck. So fucking good, Princess,” he groans as he continues using me for his own pleasure.

By the time he begins to harden even more in my mouth showing that he’s close, my panties are ruined and my core clenches to feel him inside me once again.

“Kane,” I moan when he pulls me off, making me release him.

“You’re not calling the fucking shots right now, Princess,” he growls, the roughness of his voice not helping my situation.

Before I know what’s happening, his giant hands are around my waist and I’m being lifted over to his side of the car.

“You wore a skirt. It’s almost like you knew this was going to happen,” he murmurs, pushing the fabric up around my waist and wrapping his fingers around the side of my panties, the sound of ripping lace mixing with that of our heaving breaths.

Anger surges through me at his words. How can he even suggest that? There is no part of me that thought he'd come chasing after me and force his cock down my throat for the privilege.

My hand flies out without instruction from my brain but he's faster than me and his fingers encircle mine in a tight grip long before I make any kind of contact with him.

"You want to make this worse, Princess?"

His grip on both my wrists and my hip tighten until the point of pain, enough to ensure both will be bruised tomorrow.