Page 53 of The Revenge You Seek

"Oh yeah? Because to be honest, I don't think they give two shits what you have to say. They hate you because they love me."

His eyes widen and his nostrils flare. I have to fight to keep an accomplished smirk off my face. It seems I may have hit a sore spot there.

"You jealous, Kane?"

"Fuck you, Scarlett. I'm not jealous of those weak motherfuckers."

"Maybe not, but they've got me. And that is something you seem to want."

His chest swells as he sucks in a breath.

"They haven't got you, Princess. I think we all know who really owns you."

Fabric ripping hits my ears a second before coolness surrounds my breasts.

"You… you fucking ruined my—" A sharp gasp cuts off my words as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists, hard. "Fuck."

His eyes hold mine as he leans in, pressing the entire length of his hard body against mine. I've never felt so tiny and helpless as I do in this moment and hell if it doesn't make me wetter.

"You like it, don't you?"

"I fucking hate you."

"Doesn't stop you from wanting to beg for me though, does it, Princess?"

"I'll never beg for anything from you."

"Want to fucking bet."

Before I know what's happening, his fingers are between my thighs, pushing my panties aside and spearing inside me.

"Oh, Princess. Just look how you've been lying to me."

Oh my God.

I close my eyes as the squelch of his fingers inside me fills the room.

I shouldn't like this. I should be shouting, screaming, getting anyone who might hear to come and rescue me.

But one touch and I'm fucking useless where Kane is concerned.

"Fuck, you're running down my hand already."

A moan rips from my throat as he pushes higher inside me. It's such an alien feeling after so long, but fuck. I need more.

"Look at me, Princess. You need to know who's doing this to you. We can't have two pussy fucking twins in your head while you come all over my hand."

My eyes fly open at his demand. I want to tell him that my thoughts are far from the guys I was dancing with right now, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Who owns you, Princess?"

I bite down on the inside of my lips in defiance.

"You're going to fucking regret that."

He rips his fingers from me, forcing me to cry out with loss. I was so close. So fucking close.

My core aches for him as he releases my neck.