Kane’s POV
F.uck me!
I stare at the woman sprawled out underneath me, her eyes wide, a little fearful as though she doesn’t quite believe that she said what she said.
‘Will you punish me?’ Her words reverberate around my head, because I am f.ucking down for that! Not whips and chains s**t, I like a little pain, but that type of domination isn’t my thing. No, my thing is pleasure, did you know pleasure can be worse than pain, and so much more gratifying . . . if you do it right.
Has she ever asked someone for this before? The voice deep inside my head hopes the f.uck not, because this is mine!
I lean over her body, my eyes pinned to hers as I grab the lace of her bra cup between my teeth and jerk it downward, exposing her rosy red n****e, hard as a bullet, straining toward me. I flick
