Chapter 2 : Warning

                    

                            Emily's POV 

"What did you think? You'll escape so easily after messing with me again?" Hatred is visible in his ruthless voice as he adds another finger. 

His other hands come to wrap my jaw in a tight grip. 

"Not anymore, little dove. You have messed up with me enough and escaped easily. Not anymore"

I know what I have gotten myself into. He's not the same person I loved once. Not anymore. He has turned completely the opposite, filled with hatred and anger, each word from his mouth reveals his burning hatred for me.

He pulls out of me, leaving me breathless. 

I'm not done yet. It's so painful, so frustrating.

"Kane", I suck my breath. "Please, don't leave me like this. Please finish me off. I want you"

As I struggle to suppress the urge, my eyes find the way to his evil smile as if he's enjoying me begging him. 

"You want me? You don't, little dove", he grins. "Tell me honestly what you want me to do with you"

"Fuck me. Please fuck me", I groan like a wounded creature, wanting his manhood to rip me into two. 

I crave him so damn much. 

He's watching me plead, kneeling in between my legs.

We had sex countless times but it used to be gentle, filled with love and affection. He used to make me feel special every time he made love to me.

It's completely something different.

"Relax!" He whispers, devilishly smiling at my exhausted body. "I'm not leaving you without fucking the hell out of you either"

Groaning, he pulls down my skirt, throws it aside, and rips off my underwear, vigorously parting my legs. 

His warm mouth lands on my inner thighs as he sucks me slowly, delivering shivers down to my spine. I go out of breath, my legs trembling with the building ache down there. My loins are vibrating in soreness as I push my hips closer to his mouth. 

I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm not supposed to do that. I can't do this. 

Another attempt to control my burning desires fails as I look up at him. 

He removes his coat and shirt, throwing them aside and giving me a full view of his hard muscular body and leaning closer. I greedily swallow the view of his alluring torso, nibbling my bottom lips. 

Emily, No. I scream to myself. 

But I think it's too late to have a second thought when he unbuckles his belt, letting his rock hard member out. 

"Spread your pretty legs, little dove"

Her seductive tone heats my body as I shamelessly part my legs for him. The exact smirk crosses his face again which is sexy and scary at the same time. His dark eyes are enough to make me go on my knees right now. 

"Too quick? Missed me fucking you, huh!" He grins, taking my mouth again in a hard passionate kiss. I respond right away and moan into his mouth, sensing a sharp pain down there. 

He shoves his length inside me without any mercy. I hiss out of both pain and pleasure.

"Tell me you missed it. You missed me fucking you, making you come. You missed me showing you how good I can make you feel"

"I missed— it", I whine, sensing him pacing as I arch my back. 

"Fuck! I can't believe you're still so tight. Didn't your man fuck you well all these years?"

I ignored it. Indeed, I'm so tight that pain hits my body roughly. 

"Look at you. That's how I can make you feel. Only I can do that, right?"

He's not wrong either. Only he can make me feel that way, be it gentle— filled with love or be it harsh— filled with hatred. I can never get over him, no matter how many years pass. 

"Speak up, dammit. You know I don't want it to be a silent session. Or have you forgotten what I like?" He seals my lips again before I can speak and part me. "Tell me who can make you feel this way?"

"You", I breathe heavily. "Only you"

He pounds harder and deeper, leaving me all in sweat. 

"Ahhh! It's— oh God", I cry out and huff, handling my exhausted body. My throat dries up while screaming his name and moaning for him.

His palm wraps around my throat and his palm sensually traces my bottom lip. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll forget everyone except for me", he grunts, slamming my hands over my head and locking them with his wide palm. 

"Open your eyes", he commands. "I want you to see the hatred in my eyes for you when I'm fucking you like this"

I don't have enough strength to do that but I still manage to push my damp eyelids, glancing at the vicious face. 

Indeed, I can see the immense hatred. 

"Kane!" I yelp, moaning his name, and open my eyes wider, tears streaming down my cheeks.

My legs shiver with immense ecstasy building inside my fragile body. 

As he rocks me harder and deeper, hitting my exact spots, I dare to meet his cold eyes.

Our eyes meet intensely.

"You are still so fucking addictive, Em. I can't get enough of that sweet damp hole. Fuck!" He groans, thrusting harder than before, not letting my body handle enough. "One single night isn't to quench my thirst of years"

Gripping my jaw, he kisses me hungrily again during the deep orgasm. 

Pleasure hits my burning soul, filling me with his substance as he comes, vigorously pounding the last time. 

My head feels heavy with my sore body vibrating into his arms. 

"You better not escape me this time, Em", before my eyes close shut, I hear him whispering next to my ear. "Don't even dare to"

*

No!

I can hear my inner scream ringing inside my head as I wake up the next dawn, lying naked under the sheets beside Kane. 

What a blunder!

My head goes blank as I grab it tightly, cursing my fate. How can I do this? How can I act literally like a slut to let my ex-boyfriend screw me? 

Height of grossness, Emily!

I look over at him. Thankfully, his back is facing me. I won't want to look at his face after this. In fact, never. 

It was merely a desire— a thirst of years that we both had. That's it.

I strive to console myself and slowly come out of the sheets, then begin to look for my clothes. They are scattered all around. I hope he hasn't ripped my clothes.

He used to do that every time we made love but back in that time it used to be our place, not a damn wedding venue. I don't even know if someone saw us— especially anyone from Mr Smith's office.

I don't want him to know that I was screwed up by his business partner. Olivia will be offended too and I'll lose the opportunity. 

My one stupidity ruined it all. 

Thankfully, he just tore my lowers and I can manage to get back home. 

I dress up immediately when the sun starts to rise, filling the room with rays. My stomach is aching so badly. Undoubtedly, he had been a complete beast last night. I never felt this amount of soreness before. However, the soreness gave me some pleasure after years. A guilty pleasure. 

I have to rush before anyone gets up and locates me. Twisting the knob, I freeze.

"You better not escape me this time, Em. Don't dare to"

His sharp words from last night make me shiver, anxiety filling inside me.

No. He might be spitting out due to the flow. He was the one to push me away. I never escaped. Why would he even want me now?

Letting out a deep sigh, I step outside the cabin and run back to the exit as fast as I can. 

                                           Kane's POV 

"Sorry, it was a dare"

"Kane, please fuck me"

"I missed it"

My burning gaze darts on the concrete floor as I clench my jaw, locking my knuckles harder. Her raspy moans are still echoing inside my head. 

Emily!

Damn you, Emily! 

"Sir, would you want a coffee?" The manager of my business partner David asks. "As soon as he got to know you spent the night here, he sent me to ask you if you need something"

I shake my head. 

"Then, lemonade!" 

I shake my head again, gritting my teeth inside. 

My head is burning in anticipation as if it's going to explode right away.

A dare!

She had the nerves to walk up to me and mess with me again just for a dare.

Undoubtedly, things never mattered to her. Everything was a fucking game. And she's still the same. 

The audacity she had after fucking with me that she left even when I warned her not to.

"Then what should I get you, Sir?" He asks. 

My gaze finally lifts at him. He gets nervous abruptly. I stuff my hand into my pocket and take my phone out, scrolling the gallery and placing it in front of him.

"This woman", I shrug. 

Yeah, I still have her photograph, not because I'm still in love with that woman, but because I want to remind myself every day how much I hate her. And I'll keep hating her till my last breath. 

The manager gawks at the picture, hesitating. As far as I can remember, her face hasn't changed much. The manager should recognise the picture.

"Her?"

"Yes, her. Don't tell me that you don't know her. Mr David Smith had invited only close relatives and business partners and no one can break into the hall without an invitation"

He gulps down worriedly.

I grab my coat from the ground and dangle it around my neck, stepping closer to him. 

"You have only one hour to tell me everything about Emily Benson. Every fucking thing", seething, I walk out of the room. 

                       ——————————

As he walks through the lobby, the employees of David greet him, but his sanity is already owned by that familiar woman he never wanted to face again. 

Kane Gabriel, a thirty years old businessman inherited a piece of his late master Adam Scott— that single share that is worth billions. He didn't exactly inherit it but achieved it by being loyal for years and capable of it. After Adam's death, he served Adam's adopted son for years and finally moved to Austin a year later after his severe heartbreak. Now, he's one of the emerging businessmen of Austin, handling a new branch over here. 

The tall young man with excessive good features caught the eyes of many but he used to be scared of commitments until the bubbly—vibrant woman Emily Benson crossed his path. He gave it a chance and fell deeply in love with her. 

A man with a heart of gold and a warm smile always on his face doesn't seem to be the same as before. 

Now, he's cold and ruthless with a heart of rock that stopped beating four years ago. 

                          Emily's POV

"Where have you been, Emily? You weren't supposed to stay there at night. Were you?" Suzanne throws a bunch of questions right after getting into my cabin. 

I organise my table, clear my throat and turn around to her with a casual smile. Her eyebrows draw together at me. 

"I had been calling you", she sighs. "At least, inform before disappearing"

How should I say that I wasn't even in the state of informing anything? Everything seems to be a dream right now which occurred in the blink of my eyes.

"Was anything urgent?" I ask.

"Yeah. You were about to meet the trainers for starting our next batch. They were here to meet you"

Damn! I hit my head. It literally slipped out of my head. 

"Oh, shit", I hiss. "What were they saying?"

"Nothing much. They said you can fix a meeting later. Just met our girls", she says with a smile.

"Did the girls like the trainers?" 

"Yeah. They did"

I'm glad about the new batch of martial arts this year. We couldn't afford to have batches for the last two years but finally, it's getting better this year. Our agency works for all the sectors that our young or teen girls may need— such girls are mostly from families with low income. We have programs like martial arts, mental health services, consulting, guidance and a voice against violence. 

When I landed in Austin four years back, I was clueless about what to do. A small job in a coffee shop with my higher degree. Then one day, I saw a girl crying near the streets. A conversation with that mentally abused girl changed the entire perspective of my life and I dived into this mission of finding peace. 

My service gives me peace. I love to encourage people, provide them with good and make them stronger to fight against their inner demons. 

I met Suzzane the same year in the coffee shop. We became friends and it's continuing.

Texas city has a few of my close people whom I left years back and I don't wanna face any of them ever. Just when the thought of that vibrant city crosses my mind, the flashes of last night drop on my sanity. 

I go restless abruptly and come back to reality. 

"Well, then please fix my meeting with them today. We'll start the sessions soon. Mr Smith is ready to fund us so—"

Suzanne's phone rings just then.

"Wait, it's Aunty Nina" She picks it up. "Yes, Auntie"

A few seconds later, the colours of Suzzane's face drain away. Her smile vanishes as her devastated eyes come to me. 

"What happened? Is everything alright?" I ask in concern. 

"Emily!" She exclaims, still holding the phone. "Mr Smith refused to fund us. In fact, he wants the amount back which he gave us last month"