Page 17 of The Mistakes You Make

I want to fight the feelings every possessive sweep of his tongue ignites within me, but with every second that passes, I feel myself falling farther and farther under his spell.

He sucks on my tongue as his fingers flex around my throat, his thumb softly caressing my pulse point and I briefly wonder if he’s even aware of the soft move when every other one of his touches have been so rough.

I can’t help the moan of pleasure that erupts from my throat when he mimics my action from earlier and bites down on my bottom lip.

The bite of pain shoots straight to my core, sending me dangerously close to falling over the edge before the taste of copper fills my mouth.

“I can give back much worse than I receive, Princess. You’re not going to win.”

Lifting my arms, I touch him for the first time, slipping my hands under his shirt, I dig my nails into the taut skin of his back and scratch down.

His eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Fuuuuck.”

His thrusts become more and moreerratic, his kiss becomes dirtier and his touches even more explosive.

The cold rainwater pounds down on my bare skin stopping me from combusting as his fingers release my throat and slip down between us and pinch my clit, ensuring I cry out in a mix of pain and desire.

I gasp for breath, now able to breathe unrestricted without his punishing grip.

I bite down on my tongue as my orgasm begins to crest, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of calling out his name, but at the same time desperate to, just to cement in my mind that it’s him I’m with, that he’s the one making me feel this good.

Everything about it is wrong. Everything.

And the fact I’m currently sliding around in a mud puddle, soaked to my bones, is only one indicator.

But right now, I don’t care.

I don’t care about any of it, apart from what he can give me.

I’ll worry about the weight of my mistake and drown in regrets tomorrow once the vodka has faded from my system and all I’m left with is my memories and the bruises on my body.

“You. Are. Going. To. Remember. This,” he barks on each thrust. Both his movement and words making me fly even higher.

“Come, Scarlett. Give me everything.”

He sits up and pinches my clit hard one more time and I lose all control, falling over the edge without a care for where I end up landing, although already knowing that it’s going to be painful.

I’m desperate to keep my eyes on him, but as the most intense wave hits me, I have no choice but to slam them closed and focus on the pleasure.

My back arches, my muscles quiver as I ride out every inch of the one good thing he can give me.

“Scarlett, Princess, fuuuuuck,” he groans and I rip my eyes open just in time to see him throw his head back and roar out a string of curses as his body locks up and his cock jerks violently inside me.

The moment he looks back down at me, my breath catches in my throat at the expression on his face.

His mask is well and truly back in place and the coldness of his eyes, the pure hatred in their depths, sends a shiver racing down my spine.

The chill from the rain and ground seeps into me, despite the fact we’re still connected, and I fight the need to scramble up and run away from him as fast as my legs will carry me.

Our eyes hold as a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. But there’s no joy, no happiness after what we just did.

There’s only warning.

Threats of more to come.

Of how this is about to get worse for me.

He drops down over me and I force myself to swallow over the giant lump in my throat.

“This is the least of what you deserve, whore.” His words threaten to slice me wide open, but I don’t allow him that much power as I force myself not to react to his barbed words.

“Wha—I—” I stutter, not able to scramble any words together with his hate stare burning through me. I’m desperate to cover up, to hide from him, but I can’t move.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Princess. If only I knew revenge would taste this fucking sweet, I might have come for you earlier.”

“Kane, please—”

“No, the time for begging is long gone. You killed my best friend. It’s time to pay.”