Fair warning, this excerpt is STEAMY! If you love a naughty-talking alpha, read on!
I sighed and twisted my fingers in his hair, the heel of my sandals digging into his lower back. He groaned, bringing his mouth up to my ear.
“Why the fuck can’t I stay away from you?” he growled. “Why? I don’t fucking get it.”
“I don’t know,” I breathed. I really didn’t know why Cane couldn’t resist me.
Was it because he knew he couldn’t have me? Did the risk of being forbidden thrill him just as much as it thrilled me? Or did he just like that I was untouched and uneducated about sex, and wanted to teach me all the dirty things?
“All I want to do is touch you. Taste you. I’ve never been this fucking weak for a girl in all my life.” He sucked on the lobe of my ear and I shivered, then he took a step back, placing me on my feet. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, breathing quickly.
I frowned a little. “W-what?”
“Get on your knees, Kandy.”
My brows stitched but I didn’t hesitate. It was a dream of mine to please him—to give him whatever he wanted, no matter how bad he was for me.
I lowered to my knees and on the way down I noticed how hard he was. The print of his cock was pushing against the jean fabric, desperate for freedom.
“Unzip my pants.”
I unzipped them and he lowered his pants just enough to reveal his hard, angry, beautiful cock. Veins ran along the length of him, straight down to the round, thick bulb that was glistening with pre-cum. He was way too hard, like he hadn’t fucked in weeks.
I would never forget how big he was. So big that it frightened and thrilled me all the same. So big that I was sure I would cry tears of joy when he entered me, and then cry out in pure bliss when I adjusted around his size and came all over him.
“What now?” I whispered, looking up.
“I’m sure you know what to do.”