Page 40 of Kane

Like I’m perfect.

“You like when I call you that?” he asks curiously.

The heat from his breath kisses my lips and I nod, words failing me.

“Words, Ryder. I need your words.”

His grip on my chin still remains; a juxtaposition of gentleness and sternness that makes me feel like somehow, everything’s going to be okay.

The words escape me without warning, without hesitation.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

“Then you’re going to do exactly as I tell you, if you want me to say it again.”

I hold his gaze, waiting for his command.

Not because I want to hear it, but because I need to.

I need to do as he asks. I need to hear him say those words, the magical ones that fill me up and sate me in a way no other words can.

“Okay,” I breathe, my voice betraying no hint of how close I am to coming in my fucking pants.

Caught between his hardness, his stare, the heat, knowing he’s going to be late and maybe even cause a call to the fire company, I don’t think I’m going to make it.

“I am going to take this elevator off hold. I am going to go to group, and you…”

He lets out a low growl and my cock throbs, another bout of precum bleeding into the fabric of my boxers.

Fucking hell.

I groan and grimace as I try to stave off the desire, the need to come.

“Are going to go home, eat something, take a shower—a very cold shower—” he breathes, his hot breath making me sweat just a bit.

My legs tighten as I try to hold my orgasm back.

Kane’s cock throbs against mine, and I feel the tears beckoning to my eyes. I squirm against him.

Something shifts in his voice as my body shakes, fighting me tooth and nail to let go.

“I’m hurting you,” he whispers, and the sadness in his voice is like ice.

I shake my head. “No, you’re not, I—”

“You’re in pain,” he mutters. “I can see it etched all over your face.”

I shake my head, needing him to understand. How can I make him understand?

“No, I—”

I brace one hand on his hip, grasping it until my fingernails dig in, holding him against me because I know this is it.

This is where he sees who I am and decides I’m not worth it.

It’s happened too many times before; I know how this plays out.

And stupidly I hold him against me, like somehow I alone can keep him from disappearing, from slipping through my fingers like everyone else.