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upright onto my knees so my back meets his chest. With one arm wrapped around my stomach to keep me from falling, his free hand snakes around my throat, holding my head to the side so his lips can still meet mine. He pushes his cock in from behind and it feels like the first time, my pussy once again struggling to accommodate his size even when I’m wet from cum and need.

He lets me cry out as I feel him smiling wickedly against my cheek as he pumps me with an unrelenting ferocity. I’m a ragdoll in his arms, at his complete and utter mercy while he fucks me senseless. He lets me fall on the bed, and I fist the sheets, knuckles turning white as he puts all his weight behind punishing me so deliciously with his cock. In this position, he sinks himself in deep with every thrust, hitting the right spot until I’m clenching once more. He feels it, driving deeper until there’s no room to move, sending me over the edge until I’m coming a third time, screaming out his name with every slam. Seconds later he explodes inside me, a sexy-as-fuck groan mixing with my whimpers as he fills me with cum.

When he’s finished and we’re both panting, he pulls out and lowers himself next to my quivering body. I’m weak and feel broken, my pussy desperately needing time to recover from the shock because right now it’s screaming, ‘brutality.’

Kane pulls me against him so we’re spooning, brushing loose strands of hair from my face. Although Kane and I aren’t an item, it feels natural, and intimate. Something I’ve missed experiencing for so long.

“Has anyone ever told you your face is sexy as all fuck when you come?”

I giggle lightly, feeling myself slipping into the most wicked dreams involving an inked man and a tormenting giant cock. “No,” I murmur. “No one.”

“Unlucky bastards.”

~

“Um…” Amanda starts, lowering her black-rimmed glasses down her nose and eyeing me curiously, “have you been riding a horse or something?”

“Something,” I mutter, hiding my smile as I shuffle awkwardly to my office. This is a case of be careful what you wish for because I didn’t want Kane to show me any mercy. I wanted it hard and savage, and he delivered, leaving me aching in all the right places. Faint bruising mars my inner thighs where he had me bent and spread wide for him, along with grazes on my breasts from where he bit and sucked.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to spill the beans ‘cause I know…” Amanda paused, eyes growing wider as realization dawns. “Oh, my fucking God… did you and Kane Alexander… finally… you know?”

I smile but say nothing, and this seems to be the go-ahead for her to ask a billion questions.

“Holy shit, you did! And judging by the way you’re walking, my assumption’s right.”

A raise a brow.

“I knew it! Girl, you got me all jealous over here. Every time I see that man’s veiny hands, I just knew his daddy blessed him with a giant—”

“Okay!” I have to stop any more talk of this because it’s drawing attention to the ache between my legs. Lowering myself into the chair, I wince a little, tender and sore but still completely satisfied. “Yes, Kane and I saw a little more of each other last night. But that doesn’t affect our professional—”

“Yeah, yeah, YEAH,” she says, her voice rising with each word while waving a dismissive hand. “You’re allowed to have your cake and eat it, too. I’d just like to walk into work all bow-legged with a fuck-you smile for once.”

“I don’t have a fuck-you smile.”

“You sure do. And I certainly would if I was being ruined by Kane Alexander. I’d be wearing a fuck-you smile loud and proud.”

Perhaps I am wearing somewhat of a grin. Not a fuck-you smile, but more of a ‘yes, please, I’ll have some more’ smirk.

“So, tell me… is a man as sexy as Kane Alexander also a douche? They tend to go hand-in-hand.”

I lean back in my chair eyeing the framed photo of Shawn and me sitting on the shelf across the room. If anyone’s a douche, it’s Shawn and his year-long lie.

“So far, he seems the perfect gentleman.”

“Even in the bedroom?”

“He’s the devil in the bedroom but still very much a gentleman.” I bite my lip thinking of how he ensured I came multiple times before he allowed himself to find his release.

“Did he stay the night?”

I think back to how I was so mentally and physically fucked over that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Mentally fucked by Shawn and everything to do with his lies and separation, and physically because of every heavenly, punishing second Kane delivered. “No, but… after we finished, I was so tired, I collapsed on the bed. I remember the feeling of being carried and then lowered into a warm bath.”

“He bathed you?” Amanda asked, her voice rising an octave. “You mean to tell me that after Kane finished, he didn’t just roll over to sleep or up and leave, but the man actually freakin’ bathed you?”

I nod. “Yep. I know.” I decide to withhold the part of how my lady parts stung when they hit the hot water, or how Kane gently massaged said lady parts until the sting was no more. Or how his rearing cock pressed between my ass cheeks as he dried me off, lips trailing a sensual path down my neck. He’d led me back to bed, tucked me in, and left. Or so I thought.

“That wasn’t all he did.” When Amanda raises her perfectly shaped brow, I continue, “When I woke up, I was making coffee and noticed all the artwork I had lining the walls ready to hung, had been hung. And all the empty storage boxes I

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