KAIA

I shook my head against the tile, already too close. He felt it. He slowed down instead of speeding up, dragging his cock out until only the head stayed inside me, then pushing back in so slow I felt every inch. It was worse than the hard pace. It made me feel owned.

“Please.”

“Please what.”

“Let me—Kane, please—”

He laughed once, low, almost kind. Then he slammed back into the rough rhythm and pinched my clit at the same time.

“Come.”

I did. Hard enough that my whole body jerked on the belt and my cry bounced off the tiles. He fucked me through it without mercy, drawing...