Page 56 of The Revenge You Seek

Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this.

"Oh God, oh God," I whimper, balancing on the ledge and more than ready to crash.

Kane's hips thrust forward once more before he stills, his cock swelling once more before he rapidly pulls out and roars out a second release as hot jets of cum land on my bare ass.

His palm connects with my ass cheek again in the exact same place he hit before and the pain mixes with the pleasure of him thrusting his fingers inside me once more and I fall into mind-numbing bliss.

I'm unaware that I've even moved until long seconds later when I come back to myself and realize that I'm on the bed once more.

"Kane?" I ask, keeping my eyes closed, although I don't know why I bother, I already know he's not here. My skin isn't pricked with awareness and my heart isn't racing like it does whenever he's near me.

I give myself two more seconds before I rip my eyes open and take in the room around me.

"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck." My eyes flick around the room before landing on the one item that confirms all my worst fears.

Luca's framed Rosewood High jersey is hanging on the wall opposite me.

I drop my head into my hands as a sob erupts.

If I knew this was where he brought me to… I wouldn't have…

Who the fuck am I kidding? There was no way I had any chance of stopping that car crash.

"Fuuuuuck," I scream into my hands of images of what went down between us only minutes ago hits me over and fucking over.

All I can smell is him, all I can feel is his brutal touch but I'm in Luca's room.

Fucking asshole.

Pulling at my ruined dress, I try to figure out how to salvage the situation so that I can make my escape but I've got no chance.

Climbing from the bed, I find one of Luca's discarded shirts and pull it over my head, shimmying my dress over my hips and dropping it to the floor.

I make my way through to his bathroom and clean up, wishing that I could wash the memories from my head at the same time.

The booming music from two floors below filters up, telling me that the party is still in full flow despite the fact I left and made yet another fucking colossal mistake.

I stare at myself in the mirror above the basin. I've got dark makeup running down my cheeks, my lipstick smeared over my face. Lifting my fingertips to my lips, I realize that he never kissed me. Not once.

Asshole.

But I don't know why I'm surprised. There was nothing sweet or sentimental about that.

It was an exorcism.

One that I know for a fact isn't over yet. That wasn't the end of this thing between us. It was barely the beginning.

A shiver races through me knowing that there's more to come.

I came here to start over. Not to just fall back into this toxic thing with Kane. This was not part of the plan.

13

Kane

Idrop into my car that I'd left on the other side of the street to where the party is still raging.

I can see both Luca and Leon through the large windows at the front of the house still enjoying themselves with their fan club.