Chapter 2

Kane’s POV

I have lived out my craziest sexual fantasies, and I did not plan on stopping anytime soon.

Not while Bella stayed out of my reach. The way she carried herself always pulled my eyes to her. She walked like she owned every room, flaunting that perfect round ass I could never stop thinking about. In my mind I saw it bare. I pictured my hands cupping and spreading her cheeks while I pushed my dick deep into that wet hole that would drip only for me.

She had never been easy to control. She always carried herself too high, too sure of her own power.

From the first moment I stepped into the Calvin mansion, I knew I wanted her. I caught the look in her eyes right then. She stared at me with clear hunger and quiet need.

I knew she would open her legs for me if I had simply chosen her. But that would have been too simple. I hate when things fall into my hands without a fight. The real pleasure comes from the chase, from the slow work of trapping what I want and locking it away.

Bella Calvin sat right at the center of that hunger.

Still, I chose Lisa. She is the quieter one, the older sister. She thinks like a businesswoman. Bella, on the other hand, loves parties and spending money without a second thought.

Choosing Lisa never meant I wanted her. I only needed her standing there, a living reminder that fed the thrill while I brought Bella to her knees, begging me to take her.

I was deep in those thoughts when Stephen’s loud voice cut through them.

“Fuck! That bitch is hella hot!” he shouted. His eyes burned with lust and open need.

I turned toward the woman he meant. I studied her with care, noting every detail. She was blonde. Her breasts looked large and firm. One glance told me they were implants.

That alone turned me off. I hate anything fake. I want what is real, and Bella has the real thing in every way. Not even Lisa comes close.

The picture of Bella in her red two-piece beachwear rose in my mind again. Her breasts bounced with each step. Her ass moved in a way that called to me without words.

I let out a heavy breath. Frustration rose in my throat because I still could not claim her—not yet.

I, Kane Harper, always get what I want. No matter how hard the path looks.

I pulled my eyes away from the fake woman. My gaze moved around the room. I did not know what I searched for, but I kept looking. Then I stopped. A small frown settled on my face.

I looked back at the woman in red. From behind she looked exactly like Bella. The shape of that full, round ass left no doubt.

Bella.

But what was she doing here?

I waited for her to turn. I needed to be sure before my mind ran wild with every dirty thing I planned to do to her.

She stood with a mixed group of friends. The others did not matter. My eyes stayed on her alone until she finally shifted.

She turned, and I saw her face clearly. Oval shape. Full lips painted in soft nude color. Large eyes that swept the room, landed on someone, and then softened into a smile.

“Over there,” she said quietly.

They walked toward the table Ralph had already claimed. His whole face lit up. He showed every tooth as he waved them closer.

Why does he smile like a boy seeing a girl for the first time? I hate it. I hate him. I hate the way he tries to impress her with money that means nothing.

Nothing cut deeper than watching Bella smile back at him. Worse, she let him put his arms around her.

Anger rose hot inside me as I watched his hand stay too long on her ass. He gave a light pat before he let go.

I wanted to walk over, hit him hard, and tell him to keep his hands off. But I had no open reason, so I forced myself to stay seated.

“Isn’t that Bella, Lisa’s sister?” Stephen asked.

I clenched my jaw and said nothing.

“Damn, she’s fire!!!” he went on. His eyes followed her as she sat. “That ass!” He licked his lips, and I wanted to knock every dirty thought straight out of his head.

I hated the way other men looked at her. No one else is allowed to think of her that way. Only me.

“She’d make an amazing fuck,” Stephen said. I hit the side of his head.

“Ouch, dude, what was that for?”

“Eyes off,” I said. My voice came out low and hard. I was not joking, and he understood.

Stephen laughed a little. “Why? You plan on marrying both sisters now?” he pushed.

I gave him a cold look. He swallowed and shifted on the couch.

“Come on, Kane, you can’t be serious.” His face broke into a grin. He leaned in. “You know I know you best. I’ll set up a good deal with the Ashtons. Just connect me. Let’s be brothers-in-law.”

When I stayed silent, he cleared his throat and waved it off. “Whatever.” He turned back to the women dancing, watching them move in ways that stirred him but left me cold.

If anything, their movements only fed my irritation. I had come here to push Bella out of my head—the ass I cannot stop wanting, the lips I want wrapped around my dick while I push into her throat, the eyes that look at me with a pull I cannot ignore.

I wanted everything she had and everything she did not yet know she carried. I wanted all of it.

But I prefer the hard road. The fight makes the win sweeter.

I looked back at her table. Ralph said something, then stood with one of the men who had arrived with Bella—Mike or whatever his name was. I did not care.

They walked to the bar. Bella stayed with the others, talking. I watched her so closely I could count her blinks and the times she laughed at their words.

I could watch her for hours. Yet something made me glance toward the counter. There I saw Ralph take a small cup from his pocket and empty it into one of the wine glasses they had ordered.

He whispered to Mike. They both laughed and hugged like men sealing a deal, then carried the drinks back.

Ralph placed the glass with the drug in front of Bella.

He wants what is not his. I can respect the nerve, but nerve alone will not be enough.

I did not jump up to stop it. Why would I? She did not need saving in that moment.

Bella does not drink much. She has never handled alcohol well. Whatever he put in the glass only helped her lose the sharp edges of herself.

I watched Ralph put on a show of worry once the drug began to work. He offered a quiet room so she could rest while the party went on.

He helped her stand. Together they moved down the narrow hall.

“I’m leaving,” I said and rose.

Stephen’s head turned fast. He frowned. “But we just got here.”

I ignored him and walked away. Behind me I heard his voice, loud enough to reach me.

“Should I send one over?”

“Don’t bother.” I did not look back.

I knew the confusion on his face. I had arrived and now left without taking anyone.

I went straight to the elevator. Every second felt wasted. Halfway down the corridor I saw Ralph. Bella still walked, but her mind floated somewhere else.

She kept laughing and reaching for places on him she should not touch. He kissed her once, light and quick.

“Hang in there. We need a room first.” His voice shook with excitement. “Fuck, why is this room so far?” He pulled out keys, but Bella knocked them from his hand. They hit the floor.

“Fuck!” he cursed. He let go of her to bend for the keys.

I stepped in and wrapped an arm around her waist before she could fall. I held her steady.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out for putting me through this,” Ralph said as he stood. Then he froze when he saw me.

“K-Kane?” His voice cracked. Color drained from his face. “What are you doing here?”

I did not answer. I only raised one brow. “Fuck, huh?”

Fear flashed across his face. He shook his head hard. “No. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I was only… shit… I was only joking,” he added.

I knew the lie. I had no time left for him. I looked at Bella, soft and unfocused in my arm. A slow smile pulled at my mouth.

“I’ll take her home.”

Ralph’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“Are you deaf?”

He shook his head again. “I—I’ll leave her with you.” He turned the wrong way at first, then corrected himself and hurried toward the exit.

I almost laughed. People fear me as if I might bite. I do—but only the ones I choose.

I looked down at Bella again. Her hand slid down my chest until it found my dick and squeezed.

A soft breath left me. Dark thoughts settled in.

I had not planned to take her tonight. Yet seeing how ready and open she already was, I decided to give her exactly what her body asked for.

My hand moved from her waist to her ass. I gripped it hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her dress.

She made a low sound, half moan, half sigh. That sound ran straight down my cock. It pushed against my pants, thick and eager, already leaking at the tip.

“Mmm.” She bit her lip and let it go slowly, eyes half-lidded and glassy. My cock twitched hard as I stared at those lips and pictured them stretched wide around me, warm and wet, drool sliding down her chin while I fucked her throat.

“Fuck,” I growled under my breath.

I dropped the last thin wall of control. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the room that always waits for me. Her body was soft and pliant against my chest, legs dangling, one hand still loosely curled near my belt.

The door shut behind us with a solid click. I set her down on the edge of the bed. She swayed a little, then reached for me again, fingers clumsy as they tugged at my shirt.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, voice thick and distant. “So hard…”

I caught her wrist and guided her hand lower, pressing her palm firmly against the thick ridge straining my pants. “That’s all for you, Bella. Feel how hard you make me.”

She squeezed again, a soft, needy sound leaving her throat. I pushed her back onto the mattress and yanked the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist, freeing those full, natural tits I had imagined for months. No implants. Just soft, heavy flesh and tight pink nipples already peaked.

I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, hard, teeth grazing the tip. She arched with a broken moan, fingers sliding into my hair.

“Kane… don’t stop…”

Hearing my name on her lips like that nearly undid me. I switched to the other breast, sucking harder, while my hand shoved her dress the rest of the way off. She wore nothing underneath. Her pussy was already glistening, lips swollen and parted.

“Look at you,” I rasped, spreading her thighs wide. “Dripping before I’ve even touched you properly.”

I dragged two fingers through her folds, slow and deliberate, collecting the wetness. She whimpered and tried to close her legs. I held them open.

“No. Keep them spread. I want to see everything.”

I pushed one finger inside her. Tight. Scorching. She clenched around it immediately. A second finger joined the first, curling against that soft spot that made her hips jerk.

“Oh—fuck—” Her voice cracked. “It feels… so deep…”

“You have no idea how deep I’m about to be,” I told her, working my fingers in and out with wet, filthy sounds. “This tight little cunt is going to take every inch of me tonight.”

I pulled my fingers free and sucked them clean while she watched, dazed and panting. Then I stood, stripped in seconds, and fisted my cock. Thick, heavy, veins standing out, the head already slick.

I guided it to her entrance, rubbing the blunt head up and down her slit, coating myself in her arousal. Every time I nudged her clit she gasped and lifted her hips, chasing more.

“Please…” The word slipped out of her, soft and desperate.

I held back, teasing, watching her try to impale herself on me. “Please what, Bella? Use your words.”

“Please… put it in. I need it.”

A dark smile curved my mouth. “Good girl.”

I pushed forward in one hard, relentless thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

She cried out, loud and raw. The sound fed something primal in me. I stayed still for a long moment, mouth open, feeling her tight walls grip and stretch around every thick inch. A single tear slipped down her cheek. I leaned in and kissed it away, tasting salt.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned against her skin. “So fucking perfect. Better than every fantasy I ever had about this pussy.”

I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. The bed creaked. Her tits bounced with the force. She moaned brokenly, nails digging into my shoulders.

“Mine,” the word rolled out of me as I set a hard, deep rhythm, taking her like she had always belonged under me. Her body answered every thrust, clenching hard, sucking me deeper.

“You feel that?” I growled, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. “That’s my cock claiming what’s mine. This pussy was made for me.”

“Yes—” she gasped, head tipping back. “Don’t stop… harder…”

I gave her harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I fucked her, watching her face twist with pleasure she couldn’t control.

“Come on my cock, Bella. Soak me. Show me how much this little slut body needed me.”

Her walls fluttered, then clamped down hard. A sharp cry tore from her throat as she came, pulsing around me in strong, rhythmic waves. I didn’t slow. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release.

“That’s it… take it. Take every drop I’m about to give you.”

I buried myself deep one last time and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot spurts. My hips jerked with each pulse. I stayed locked inside her, grinding slowly, making sure she felt every throb.

“Bella Calvin…” I breathed her name against her mouth. “Mine.”

I took her mouth again in a deep, claiming kiss. She kissed me back, lost in the dark, with no idea who claimed her so completely.