Page 55 of The Revenge You Seek

My lungs burn as I continue, tears stream from my eyes from my lack of air and saliva drips from my chin but I don't give a fuck because every time he groans, each time his fingers tighten in my hair causing a sting of pain to shoot down my spine, I remember just how he’s losing control because of me right now and a surge of power races through me.

He thinks he's so mighty with this scary little gang and his wicked threats but right now he's fucking nothing. I might be the one on my knees for him but I'm the one fucking owning him.

He says nothing other than his grunts of pleasure but I know the moment he reaches the point of no return because his length swells, his grip on my hair becomes impossibly tight and his eyes that are still boring down into me flicker with something I've never seen before.

Pride?

I push the thought aside because I'm not sure anything at the moment before he orgasms can ever be taken seriously. It's in those few seconds that people always do or say something that they later regret when the high has left their body.

His lips part as a roar rips past them as his cock jerks violently in my mouth spurting salty jets of cum down my throat.

I swallow it all, lifting my hand to wipe at my chin quickly before I’m hauled from the floor and thrown on the bed.

He flips me onto my back, presses his palms to my inner thighs, hooks my panties aside and dives for my pussy.

"Holy shit," I shout, bucking from the bed as he sucks on me.

My fingers find his hair as he continues his assault.

I've no idea if it's pleasure or torture as he keeps up his almost unbearable suction along with the teasing caress of his tongue.

"Kane," I scream as he slides two fingers deep inside.

"Fuck, you like sucking my cock, don't you, Princess. You're wet as fuck."

"Kane," I repeat as he finds my G-spot like a fucking pro and rubs at it while pinching my clit.

"I always knew you'd be so fucking sweet to ruin, Princess."

"Fuck you. You won't break me."

"Says the one with tears still on her cheeks." He reaches up and sweeps the wetness away that I didn't realize was still there before sucking his thumb into his mouth, tasting my tears.

It's weirdly erotic and intimate despite the fact he just had his head between my thighs.

"You taste like sin, trouble, and betrayal."

"And you taste like a special brand of cunt but did you hear me fucking complaining," I pant, the crest of my orgasm just within touching distance.

I'm moving once again, Kane's arm sweeps over all the items littering the desk before my bare chest is pressed against the cold wood.

I push to stand but his large palm presses down between my shoulder blades keeping me in place as he kicks my legs wider.

"What are you—" Stupid question, I know but the urge to say something gets the better of me. “Condom,” I blurt in a panic but if he hears me, he totally ignores me.

"Shut the fuck up," he barks, thrusting inside me without warning.

"Oh my God," I scream as he begins pounding into me with abandon.

I can barely catch my breath as the desk crashes against the wall, my breast scratching against the rough surface but the bit of pain only adds to the pleasure surging through me.

He hits me deep, so fucking deep that I see stars. It's just like last time, only… it's more somehow.

His fingers dig harshly into my hips, bruises already beginning to form I swear.

"Don't you dare fucking come, Princess. I’ll tell you when you can let go and not a fucking second sooner," he barks.

"Kane," I cry, my muscles ripple as he pulls out before quickly thrusting back inside. The tip of his cock, his piercing, hitting my cervix as he takes me.