“What are you saying?”
She shrugged and waved it off. “It’s not like you’ll do anything about it anyway.”
“You did something I told you to do.”
She frowned a little. “What are you talking about?”
“You got rid of that guy, like I told you to.” I rested my elbows on the guardrail.
“I didn’t do that for you.”
“Bullshit,” I laughed. “Lying straight through your fucking teeth, Bits.”
“I didn’t!” she exclaimed, but her words ended with a small giggle.
“So why end it with him? Right after what I told you?”
“I just wanted to.” She shrugged again. “Stop acting like you have this great big power over me because you don’t.” She stepped back and was about to make her way to the door, but I caught her hand before she could go.
I don’t know what came over me—or what it was that hit me in that moment. Maybe it was her words, and how easily she defied me. Maybe it was because she looked so pure and sweet beneath the moonlight, and all I wanted to do was dirty her up. Her eyes. Those lips. Everything on her was ready for me to devour.
You’re a fucking fool, Cane, my conscience screamed.
A subtle gasp fell through her parted lips when my hand wrapped around hers, and then her eyes swooped up to meet mine.
“I know exactly what kind of power I have over you, Kandy,” I rasped, looking her over.
“You don’t have any,” she challenged. “Not with her around.”
“Really? If I told you to drop to your knees right now, you would do it with no questions asked, wouldn’t you?” Her eyes shimmered, betraying the tough persona she was trying to keep on display. Her throat bobbed, and she caged her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Maybe if I was yours, I would, but I’m not yours.”
She tried pulling away, but I didn’t let her. I reeled her in closer, my heart drumming in my chest. My cock twitched from being so close to her. “Doesn’t matter what kind of shit we go through, you’ll always be mine, Kandy. Doesn’t matter how fucked up the situation is, or how wrong it fucking feels…you are mine.” I let my lips touch the shell of her ear. “Don’t you ever forget that, you understand?”
I felt her shiver when my chest pressed on her shoulder. Goose bumps trickled up her arms and she looked up into my eyes, studying them. Studying me.
It was like she could read every single thought running through my head in that moment.
Fuck, I want you.
I want to feel your virgin pussy wrapped around my cock. Hear you moan. Sigh. Gasp. Make you beg me to fuck you.
But there’s Derek…
Mindy…
Kelly…
You…
But she ignored all of that. “I want you, Cane,” she whispered feebly. Her hand skimmed over my cock, and I twitched hard in my pants. “It’s killing me that I can’t touch you—that I can’t be with you.” It was killing me, too, but I couldn’t admit that to her. I started to pull away, but before I could, she cupped me in her hand. My cock sprung to life when our eyes locked again. “I can get on my knees for you…if you want me to…”
“No. Don’t.” My voice was thick. Coarse. If she was to kneel, I would have lost it—fucked her right on that balcony and destroyed every good thing in my life in a single act. “Go back to your room.”
But of course she didn’t fucking listen. She never fucking listened. She was so damn hardheaded and persistent, which only increased my need to fuck some respect and discipline into her.
Like an innocent pet, begging for guidance and affection, she dropped to her knees and stared up at me with wide brown eyes.
“Do you like seeing me like this?” she whispered. “Below you? Ready to worship you?”
I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, shaking my head swiftly as I shut my eyes. “Kandy…”
She started running a fingertip along my belt, and the urge to pull her up was high and demanding, but so was my desire to watch her pretty, glossed lips wrap around my cock again.
“Has she pleased you?” she asked softly, tugging the tab of my zipper. “Since we got here?”
“That’s none of your business,” I grumbled.
“Does she kneel for you?”
A noise filled my throat. Kelly didn’t like to get on her knees. She felt it was degrading to women and would have rather sat on the bed while I stood in front of her, or get between my legs while I lay on my back.
“No,” I said, and it was a little harder to get that one word out. I was trying to hold on to control. It was damn near impossible. I swore I wouldn’t touch her anymore. I promised myself not even an hour ago, but fuck…