Page 109 of The Revenge You Seek

"Kane," I whimper as he plucks at my sore nipples before running his hands over my stomach and down to my pussy.

It's swollen and so tender but as he touches me, my stomach still clenches and liquid lust fills my core, ready for more.

"I could fuck you all night long," he groans in my ear.

"Careful, you sound like you're beginning to enjoy it a little too much," I whisper back.

"You've no idea how much I enjoy fucking you over, Princess. It's been a long time coming."

Once he's happy we're clean enough, he flips off the shower and steps out, passing me a towel only a few seconds later.

We're on weird territory here.

It's been a lot of years since we were able to be in a room together without throwing insults at each other. It's why I expected him to ruin my plans and send me away the second he'd finished with me.

Yet, I'm still here. And he just washed me as if he… as if he actually… cares?

No. He's just proving that deep down under it all there is actually a hint at a decent human being.

"You want a drink?" he asks when I manage to finally get back to his bedroom on shaky, weak legs.

"Um… yeah. Water would be great."

He nods once before disappearing through the door, his body still bare bar the towel around his waist.

The second the door closes behind him, I feel cold.

The room is pretty bare, just a couple of pieces of furniture and a pile of clothes ready for laundry. It doesn't look like he's really moved in yet.

It makes me wonder if he's actually planning on sticking around.

Him being here, getting into college and being accepted onto the team is… surprising.

Is it actually all for real or just a scheme on Victor's part to get something he wants?

The thought makes me shudder.

I really want to think that this really is Kane trying to make something of his life, but while he’s connected to that asshole, I guess anything is possible.

He's certainly the only reason Devin is here. No offense to Devin, he's a half-decent guy—family connections aside—but he's not exactly college material.

Walking over to the dresser, I stop and look at the one personal thing in this room. It's a framed photo of Kane, Kyle, and their parents. They're all in the yard at their trailer in Harrow Creek. Looking at how old they both are, I'd say it wasn't taken too long before they both died.

My heart aches for them both. No child should lose one parent, but both at the same time in the same fatal collision. Devastating.

I run my fingertip over a young teenage Kane, wondering if this was the turning point in him changing. The catalyst from where his anger and hate grew. Hell knows that he was pretty easygoing prior to this.

Footsteps heading my way, force me to back up from the image. There might be a part of me that enjoys the angry side of him, but I'm exhausted. I'm not sure I can handle any more of him. Plus, I'm quickly growing quite fond of the softer side of him.

"Here," he says, passing a bottle to me.

The air turns awkward. I should have got up and left before he dragged me into the shower. This right now, this isn't what we do.

He places his own bottle on the nightstand, drops the towel around his waist, giving me a shot at his toned ass before he jumps into bed.

I need to leave, I should leave, but as I glance at my purse that's got the cameras from Victor inside, I know that I can't. I need to stay until I get a shot at planting them.

Nerves race through me.