Kasane Teto Novels & Stories

How many times more can we have it? Kas looks at Vane and Vane gives him a barely noticeable nod. It's always better if Korin Iwasaki doesn't know the details. We don't want to confuse the memories in your head before we can sink our claws. "All you need to know," says Kas, "is that you're safe here, as long as you follow the rules and cooperate." "And for God's sake, don't run," Vane adds.

" Danté is just a possessive guy. " "You haven't seen anything yet," he murmured but I still heard him. "What was that?" I asked him. "Nothing. " Deciding to ignore him, I looked at the other guys on the couch who were still ogling at me. " Well, can one of you guys give me a ride?" "I will," they all said at the same time and began strangling and wrestling each other. Kace walked past them and when he got to me he tapped my shoulder. "Let's go," Kace said. " I told you not to wear that dress."

"You'll have to carry me, Mr. Shawn. I'm not as tall as you." A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He stepped closer, hands gripping her waist before lifting her effortlessly into the passenger seat. She let out a surprised squeak, her laughter soft and breathless. Then, before he could pull away, he leaned in. His lips brushed against her forehead—a fleeting, lingering kiss. Her breath hitched. And the way she blushed? Fuck. Kane shut the door, smirking as he walked to the driver's side. The elevator doors slid open to reveal the penthouse—his world. Dim lighting, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline.