Chapter 2

• It's brighter and calmer out here.
• In the slightly brightened lobby light, I stare at the man fully in black, his dark intense eyes piercing straight at my heart with anxiety. Cold shivers run all over my body with the completely different face of the familiar person. There's nothing in his dark merciless eyes. Except for bitterness.
• He stares at me without blinking his eyes, without moving, without responding, scaring the hell out of me.
• I don't know him. It feels like he's completely a new person.
• "Sorry, it was a dare", that's what I utter after the passionate kiss, daring to look into his eyes. I get myself free from his grip as he lets me.
• I can still feel the familiar taste of that familiar mouth. He still feels the same, he still kisses me like there's no end, he's still passionate and possessive when he holds me in his arms. But he still doesn't look the same.
• A devilish smirk appears across his fierce face, his eyes darkening at me, making my breath catch. I'm still obsessed with the way he looks at me.
• "No, Emily. Not again", I tell myself and turn back, escaping the man who knows each bit of my soul, heart, and body.
• Turning onto my heels, I rush to run away from him before it gets too late.
• The tough palm wraps around my arm harshly, pulling me back against his hard chest as he possessively secures me in his arms.
• I knew it was going to go well.
• "Let me go", I whisper, struggling against his hard torso, guilty pleasure consuming me. His existence is still enough to make me weak on my knees. "Let me go, please", I plead.
• "Not after you reminded me how you taste, Em", his hoarse whisper lets his warm breath brush across my neck as I shiver in his grip, weakening to my knees.
• Amid all similarities, I can't find the old chirpy— vibrant man anymore. Instead, I feel the familiar man turning into a demon who wants nothing but to consume me again. This time not in love, but lust.
• Goosebumps cover my body as he swivels me around again and slams me back to the wall. Without giving me a chance to protest, he attacks the weak point of my body.
• I suck my breath, striving to protest when my body does the complete opposite. That warm mouth lands on my neck vigorously as he lustfully sucks the crook of my neck.
• He knows how to take my breath away and make me crave for more. I'm shocked by how my body is still craving him— even after so many years.
• "Kane", I moan shamelessly, taking a fistful of his hair, and pressing his head against my chest.
• He slides his hand behind my neck, slowly getting under my hair as he clutches my hair, yanking them behind.
• I'm left desperate to have his mouth on me, throwing my head back in a sensation.
• "Your dirty moans are saying how badly you missed my touch under your skin. Right?"
• I gulp down, trying to open my eyes and look at him, fighting with embarrassment.
• However, he doesn't let me do it either and pushes his finger under the strap of my dress, pulling it down. His sharp teeth land on my shoulder as I yelp in pleasure.
• "Kane— please", I battle with my inner turmoil, pleasure consuming me. "No"
• His hands slip down to my breasts, leaving me out of breath as I arch my back against the wall. My legs turn into jelly as I feel I'm gonna collapse at any time with his cruel tortures.
• "The way your body responds to my touch", his hoarse voice buzzes next to my ear. "It doesn't prove your resistance"
• He hardly squeezes my breasts, sealing my lips again. This time his hard squeezes on my breasts makes me kiss him back lustfully, desires crumbling inside me after years.
• I feel the warm wetness exploding in my entrance.
• God, if he feels that— he's not gonna stop.
• Why can't I stop him?
• I don't even realise the moment he pushes me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist during the kiss, carrying me somewhere.
• My heart beats a hundred times faster than before. I hear the sound of a door slamming and immediately pull my head back, rolling my eyes around the darkroom.
• My heart sinks. Before I can utter anything, Kane pushes me onto the bed and scoots on top of me, hungrily kissing my neck again.
• "Ka— Kane. Ahhhh", I moan out of pleasure, my sanity screaming at me to stop. "Stop", I scream out of nowhere.
• Tension builds inside my body as he pushes himself back, staring at me with his cold gaze.
• "You want me to stop?" His voice is cold and hoarse.
• My throat dries up with those cruel eyes stinging my skin in lust.
• "Y— yes", I gulp down, feeling his hand tracing down to my body, slowly making its way to my inner thigh.
• I go numb, squeezing my eyes shut as he pushes his hand inside my skirt, tracing my lacy underwear.
• My pleasuring entrance hits his fingers, making me go crazier for more.
• "So fucking wet, you liar. You won't stop lying, huh! You won't stop fooling around", he grunts, pushing his fingers into my slippery entrance.
• "Aahhhh", I hiss out of pleasurable pain, gripping his arm tightly.
• "You want me to stop?" He asks again, knowing how badly he made it impossible for me to resist him.
• I can't speak out of both pleasure and embarrassment.
• "Speak up", he seethes, vigorously pushing in and out of me as I whine against the bed like a shameless creature.
• "No. Please. Don't stop", I whimper, parting my eyelids half and witnessing him evilly smirking.
• That's what he wants. He wants me to beg like a slut and ask for more. But I don't care. My body doesn't care.