Page 52 of The Revenge You Seek

He's only got one hand around my neck, yet that one touch scorches my skin in a way that neither Luca nor Leon's did downstairs.

Their touch felt nice, safe, but Kane's is downright dangerous and I can't stop my body from burning up, desperate for more.

It's wrong. Oh so fucking wrong.

He was the trigger that sent me spiraling last time, not that he has any idea of the fall out of that night, but he's also the only one who makes me feel this alive.

My chest heaves as he continues to hold me captive in his gaze, his warm whiskey scented breath fanning over my face.

"Do you know what, Princess?" he asks, sending my mind spinning until I remember that I issued him a warning not so long ago.

He leans closer, his nose and lips only a breath from mine and I'm flooded with the memory of what it was like to taste him.

My mouth waters, my breaths come out embarrassingly fast as I stand as still as a statue waiting for his next move, or his next vicious words.

"I really fucking want to."

I gulp loudly, my muscles tensing beneath his hand, and a smile tugs at his lips.

"Scared, Princess?"

"Of you? Never."

A growl rumbles up this throat as his fingers squeeze mine, momentarily cutting off my air supply.

"Do you know how easy it is to strangle someone?"

I shake my head, although my movement is so minimal it's almost impossible to see.

He leans in, his lips in my hair until they brush my ear.

"Really fucking easy," he breathes, sending a shiver racing through my entire body. "I could break you, Princess, with one quick move. You'd be gone and I could watch those fucking Dunn's cry over your grave while getting the fuck on with my life."

"Go on then," I taunt. "End it. Right here, right now. Put me out of my misery."

I don't mean it, and my heart slams against my chest as I force the words out. If I wanted to make it all go away then I'd have done it a year ago and not because this asshole thinks he can threaten me into wishing I were dead.

"And put an end to this little game? Lose my toy? I think I need to have some fun with her first."

Heat floods my core and I hate myself that little bit more that his barbed words and threats make me react this way.

I should have been burning from the inside out downstairs with the twins surrounding me while knowing what they're apparently capable of.

But I wasn't. Not like this.

His other hand lands on my waist, gripping hard and making me gasp before he slides it up toward my breast.

He cups me roughly and a whimper bubbles up my throat.

"Dirty. Little. Whore." His lips brush mine as he says the words but he doesn't kiss me.

"No," I cry, knowing just how far from the truth that statement is.

"You'd have let them do whatever they wanted, wouldn't you? I bet it's not the first time either."

My cheeks burn and he must read something in my eyes because a menacing smile appears on his face.

"Yeah, I thought so. But they're about to learn one very important thing."