I couldn’t wait to leave, heading out of our quarters the moment my brother left. My steps were quiet, barely more than a whisper against the hard, tiled floor. I pressed my card against the scanners, then pushed through, slowing the moment I saw her door.
He had her.
The woman who’d evaded my every single attempt at seduction.
Now she was here.
I lifted my card, pressed it against the lock of her room, and opened the door. But I didn’t enter, just stood in the doorway watching her turn around.
“Kane,” she murmured, her pupils widening in fear.
I fought the urge to smile. Instead, I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorjamb. “What kind of game are you playing at here, Helene?”
Her brows narrowed before she shook her head. I pushed off the doorjamb and stepped inside, rounding her side before I stopped at her back. I never touched her, never even brushed a strand of her hair. Not this time. She’d caught me off guard before, made me forget who I really was. It was so easy to slip into the promise of someone else. The falseness. The mask. The doctor.
But no more.
Helene would get the real me now. The man I’d tried to hide.
“If there’s one thing I know, it’s the fact that there’s no such thing as coincidence. So, let me ask you one more time. What kind of game are you playing at?”
This time she didn’t shake her head.
“I…” she started. “I was crossing the road.”
“Lie.”
She froze.
“It was fate, wasn’t it?”
Her head bowed.
There.
That’s it.
I brushed her hair aside, staring at her neck. “Tell me, are you in that pit of desperation right now, Helene? Do you feel that blackness, that uncontrollable urge to cut and burn?”
Her head dipped lower. “Yes.”
I stared at the perfect line of her throat and fought the need to lick my lips. I could almost feel how soft she was, how fucking sweet she’d taste, all broken and ruined. “I told you before, I can give you a better form of release. The rush of surrender. The power of using your body as a weapon.” I lowered my gaze along her curled shoulders to the rise of her breasts. “By letting your mind go and just feeling.”
She turned around and met my stare. Still she said nothing as she searched my stare. I saw that same hunger now that I’d seen in our sessions. Her breaths deepened, her eyes shifted to my mouth. She wanted this…she wanted me.
All she had to do was give in.
No wonder my brother was obsessed. One look into his eyes and it had been obvious.
Now, Helene Montgomery was trapped…and under our complete control.
The thought of that made my pulse race. I leaned closer, whispering against her ear. “You should’ve said yes out there. You could’ve seen me in a much better light.”
“A false one,” she whispered back. “So, who’s the liar now?”
I just smiled.
Beep.
I lifted my cell and glanced at the screen.
Riven: Get the fuck out of there NOW. They’re on the way.
I jerked my gaze up, scanned the room for any evidence she’d been here, and grabbed her arm. “We’re leaving.”
She resisted, pulling her arm out of my grasp. “Where?”
I stopped, seeing the panic in her eyes. “There’re men coming who you don’t want to meet. Understand?”
She swallowed, glanced at the door, then nodded.
I dragged her out of the unlocked door and glanced back along the way I’d come. Movement came through the glass section of the doors. There were men headed our way, and fast.
“This way.” I pulled her with me, heading to the opposite side of the hall and toward an exit we rarely used. The door had barely closed with a clunk behind us before the sound of doors opening on the other side came. I held the door, leaned close, and strained to hear.
Deep voices murmured, never missing a beat.
They hadn’t heard us.
I turned, grabbed her, and pushed her past the cleaning closet to the exit door. My pulse was booming by the time we stepped out into the howling winds of the night. She stumbled backwards, wrapping her arms around herself.
Cold wormed its way under the rolled sleeves of my shirt. I glanced at her t-shirt and jeans, knowing she must be freezing.
“Come on,” I murmured, motioning her forward.
She glanced at the trees. I could almost see her weighing up her chance. Should she make a run for it? Would she make it? Would I let her go? I was intrigued, even more so when she turned away from the hope of escape and instead started walking, heading along the outside of the building.
She didn’t run.
I scowled, listening to the bark of hounds in the distance. Maybe she’d heard them before I had. Yeah, that could be it. She didn’t want to take the risk. Instead, she’d taken the biggest risk of all…putting her life in our hands.
We walked around the far corner of the building and stopped at the external entrance to our private wing. I stepped up, pressed my card against the scanner, and opened the door, gesturing for her to slip inside. Warmth hit us instantly.
I shivered, quietly closing the door behind us as she looked around. “What is this place?”
“Our private living quarters.”
She turned around. “Yours and Riven’s?”
I glanced toward the darkened doorway where our brother slept. “And our brother, Thomas.”
She followed my focus, scowling. I took a step toward her and she moved instantly, shifting her gaze back to me and taking a step backwards until she hit the door.
“Do you want to survive this?” I murmured, lifting my hand to brace against the wall beside her. I searched those dark eyes.
“Yes.”
It was the answer I needed, the one which provoked me to move. I reached up and cupped her breast in a cruel grip. She winced for a second before her breath caught. “How far are you willing to go?”
Her chin lifted as I lowered my head and nuzzled the side of her neck, her warmth so perfect against the palm of my hand.
She unleashed a moan, and that sound was like every dark thought I’d ever had, all wrapped up in the flesh of this woman as she finally answered. “As far as I have to.”
Hard breaths consumed me, and that insidious hunger slammed into me. Her pulse spiked, the vein jumping under the brush of my lips. “I was hoping you were going to say that.”
All the sessions we’d had came rushing back in my mind. Her teeth grazed soft flesh as she bit her lip, looking at me with that ravenous stare. She hadn’t given into me before. Maybe she would now?
Heavy breaths pressed my chest against hers. “You need this. You want this. You want the surrender and sweet rush of release. So the choice is yours, get on your goddamn knees, or don’t…and I stop this now.”
She stiffened, then turned her head.
She understood all too well right now.
Her life was in the palm of my hand…as was her breast.
I watched that realization dawn. Then slowly, like silk falling, she dropped to her knees. I never moved, just held her stare all the way down. My cock hardened as she hit the floor in front of the doorway of my brother’s room until it felt like I was going to fucking explode.
“Please,” she whispered.
Fuck, the way she begged. I grasped her mouth, slid my thumb inside and grasped her chin. Pink waited, soft and wet. “Do you think you are nothing more than a toy for me to use any way I see fit?”
Her breath blew across the back of my thumb. Sparks ignited. She liked this. The degradation…and the praise. I gripped her mouth, dragging her closer to my aching fucking cock until her lips pressed against the bulging outline.
Warmth spread from her gasps until those lips pressed against the thick ridge.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Your mouth is mine. Your pussy is mine.” I opened my eyes and looked down. “You should’ve taken the better version of me, Helene. But you didn’t, you left me hungry…you left me fucking starved, and now…now all that changes. I am going to fuck you, do you understand that? I’m going to use and use and use. I’m going to force myself inside that pussy, just like I’m going to force myself inside your head. I’ll bury myself so deep there will be no escape from me.”
She let out a whimper, a strangled, tortured sound.
“Take it out,” I demanded. “Take it out and put it into your mouth.”
Her body trembled, shaking and shuddering as she reached for the zipper of my slacks and pulled her mouth away.
I did not love.
I did not fall.
I did not obey.
But when that zipper inched down and she reached inside, I thought for a blinding, terrifying second that I could. I could experience…perfection. Her fingers reached through the gap of my boxers, pulling the length free. My cock sprang out, hitting her cheek.
Those dark eyes were endless as she met mine. Hollow, empty pits that always looked so desperate. How many times had she sat across from my desk, staring at me with that same stare? She opened her mouth as her fingers gripped the length of my desire, and a shudder tore through me.
“Wider.” The word was a choked hiss.
She did, parting those lips until they stretched wide. I slammed my hand against the doorjamb as the head slipped along her lips and into her mouth. My hips rocked forward, desperate to gain one more inch.
“That’s it. That’s so it.” She sucked, sliding me all the way in until I felt her throat constrict, gripping me like a fist. “All the goddamn way, Helene…all…the…
goddamn.” I punched my hips forward, driving her head against the edge of the doorway.
I couldn’t control myself, not this irresistible hunger to have her, or that violent, uncontrollable lust. My hand slid around to grip the back of her head as I fucked her.
“Breathe,” I grunted, staring down at her. Her eyes wide in fear, those lips stretched so fucking thin.
So. Fucking. Thin.
I slammed my eyes closed as that thick vein that ran underneath spasmed.
No.
I tried to stop it.
But I couldn’t…not with her. One hard thrust and I pushed all the way in until she beat her hands against my thighs and thrashed her head, desperate for air.
Almost…there.
A guttural grunt and I unleashed a moan. My body jerked, spasming as I filled her mouth and pulled away.
She gasped and spluttered, swallowing my seed all the way down. Hard breaths consumed me as I watched the spittle dribble from her mouth.
“Unh-uh.” I dragged my thumb through the beautiful mess, pushing it in. “Every fucking drop, Helene. Every. Drop.”
Anger seethed in her stare. Her cheeks heaved with consuming, engulfing breaths. Still, she had no option but to yield to me and open once more.
Beep.
My cell vibrated in my pocket. But I didn’t turn away from her. Not yet. Not until I was done. That thought rose as she sucked the last trace from my thumb and yanked her head away.
“Good.” I brushed the backs of my curled fingers along her cheek. “Very good.”
“Fuck you,” she hissed.
I smiled. All in good time.
Beep.
I winced, hating the intrusion, and tucked myself back into my slacks as I stepped away. One glance into my brother’s darkened room and I reached for my cell, scanning the message.
Riven: You’re needed here now.
“Fantastic,” I muttered, and the last traces of excitement turned cold.
One glance her way and I stopped. “Stay here and stay quiet. You’re a smart woman, Helene. I don’t need to tell you what will happen if those men find out you’re here, do I?”
She gave a small shake of her head.
One nod was all I gave before I headed for the door.
