🕺Kane's POV🕺
"Wait, what? No!" her voice flares up, surprised, as she tries to wriggle out of my arms.
But I don't let her move an inch. I'd sworn that when I found her again, I'd make her pay for every sleepless night and every cold shower. And yet, the second my eyes locked onto that angelic face, revenge was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was tearing that damn dress off her.
"Don't fight it," I murmur against her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume like a man starved.
"Kane, no… This isn't right," she continues weakly, her voice trembling as her body slowly gives in to the fire between us.
I didn't hear a single word after she whispered my name like that—barely audible and impossibly tempting. I silence her with a tender kiss, smiling when her protests melt into soft, breathy moans. I hadn't felt like dragging another woman into my bed since that night—but now, I'm more desperate than ever to have her again. My lips keep moving over hers, driven by hunger and something darker. My hands trace the lines of her thighs with unhurried reverence, until they reach the slit of her dress—aching to explore the places I've dreamed of every damn night since she walked away.
I ached to brand the softness of her thighs into my memory—but Jessa pushed me away from the embrace. I bit back a frustrated growl, forcing down the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.
"No. We have to stop." She gestured vaguely between us. "Whatever this is—it can't go on."
I tried, uselessly, to come up with some rational argument to convince her otherwise. But the need to touch her again blurred all logic, fogged my every thought.
"Jessa," I said, stepping toward her, my voice low, coaxing. "Why are you fighting your own desire? I can see it in your eyes—you crave this chaos between us just as much as I do. Even from here, I can feel your body calling out for mine." I closed the distance just slightly, my gaze locked on hers.
She flushed again—deeply, beautifully—and her blush only fueled my hunger for her. But the softness was gone in an instant, replaced by fire.
"How dare you speak for me?" she snapped, her delicious mouth curled in defiance. "I don't care if you're some billionaire with women at your feet—I'm not one of them!"
The kitten's got claws… And I don't mind. Not one bit. In fact, this confident, fiery version of Jessa only makes me want her more. Makes me desperate to uncover every secret she's still hiding behind those defiant eyes and that maddeningly irresistible mouth.
💃Jessa's POV💃
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?!"
As much as I hate to admit it, Kane is right. And the thought of reliving that night—God help me—sounds a lot more tempting than I care to confess.
I don't have alcohol to blame this time. No heartbreak to hide behind. And yet, the same pull is there. That same maddening desire to make this night unforgettable with the arrogant billionaire standing in front of me. Maybe it's the way he's always issuing commands, always bending the world to his will that pisses me off so much—but at the same time, I'm inexplicably drawn to those very things.
And I thought he was the bipolar one…
Truth is, I have nothing to lose—only everything to gain. Hours of mind-numbing pleasure in the arms of a billionaire who leaves me literally drooling? What girl wouldn't die for that?
Luckily, I don't have to die. No, I just have to shut off the part of my brain that screams for normalcy and accept that this dangerously sexy beast is about to wreck me. And why the hell not?
But of course, just as I'm about to prove Kane right—about my burning desires and the magnetic pull between us—my phone starts to ring.
"Because it wouldn't be my day without an awkward interruption…"
I mumble an embarrassed excuse and glance down at the caller ID, irritated. It's probably Serena, wondering where I vanished off to now that dinner's over. But did she have to call at the exact moment my moral compass was hanging on by a thread?
"So what's it gonna be, Jessa?"
His voice is low, coaxing, that massive frame of his closing in on mine like a promise. I get the faint impression this isn't a real question. He's not asking for permission—he's daring me to prove him wrong. And God help me, he couldn't be more right.
I silence the phone with a flick, slide it back into my purse, and crash my lips onto his with ferocious hunger, ignoring the smug smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Kane brings out the worst in me—and it only makes me crave more. Tonight is about to get wild…
I can barely manage to breathe, let alone speak, through Kane's relentless wave of kisses.
We made it to his apartment in under ten minutes—and every second of that short ride was filled with wild kisses and heated whispers that left me dizzy with anticipation.
The mattress beneath me is just as soft as I remember. Only this time, I'm sober enough to fully take in my surroundings. The full moon casts a faint silver glow across the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing everything in a mysterious, dreamlike light. Not that we need any help with mystery…
I barely recognize myself anymore. Just two weeks ago, I was Jessa—the ordinary girl waiting for "the right guy" to come along before taking that step, the same girl who never strayed from the neat little schedule of her dull life. And now look at me—melting under the spell of a man who's lightyears above my league, giving in to him for the second time… willingly.
And here I thought people didn't change overnight.
Kane pauses just long enough to trail warm breaths down my neck. Then, in one precise motion, he unzips my dress. The zipper glides down my back slowly, deliberately—he's savoring this, and judging by the smug smile on his lips, he knows he's torturing me with every second.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this… ever since you vanished that morning," he whispers, letting his mouth drift from my shoulder to where the dress used to be just moments ago.
"Kane!" I cry out, breathless, as I feel his mouth send shivers all the way through me.
"Get used to it," he murmurs, his voice thick with promise. "Because you'll be screaming that name all night long."