Chapter 5

• Kane
• She has changed so much— so freaking much that I had to function my brain when I landed here and scanned her from head to toe.
• This woman aged like fine wine and turned into a drug for me after the last night. I thought I would never be able to get attracted to her anymore.
• But the hell! She has become even sexier than before. The only difference is I can't find the woman I love anymore. Whenever I look at her, only two things cram inside my chest. Hatred and lust.
• As she keeps gaping at me in disbelief with her ebony black eyes flaring up in shock, I trace my thumb seductively across her jaw.
• The nervousness and terror in her eyes and the building tension in her body make her look even more appealing.
• "It's— that's not possible," she sucks in her breath, struggling to get freed from my grip as I clasp her delicate arms more tightly.
• "Why so?"
• "You won't understand," she looks down, yelping. "I and you. Again— we can't be—"
• I let the grin appear on my face.
• "So, you're expecting me to patch up with you again? When did I even say that?"
• Her eyes gush in such a surprise as if she's getting stunned by my words repeatedly.
• "You just—" she gulps.
• "Yeah. I just said that I want you. But not forever," I purse my lips into a playful smile, watching her get horrified. "Thirty days"
• I grab her arm and shove a piece of xerox copy of the agreement.
• "I want you just for thirty days, Miss Emily Benson. Thirty days of imprisonment in my cage"
• Her lips part as her stunned eyes come down to the paper. She gapes at it for a second before she eventually opens it, shaking her head in disbelief.
• "No," she exclaims. "I'm not doing this. What do you wanna prove by this? That I'm a helpless woman to give in to your demands?"
• She screams at the peak of her voice as her smoking hot eyes well up, almost shaking. Never before have I imagined making her cry. It was the last thing I could think of doing. If it was the old me. Only if she didn't force me to turn into a heartless beast, I would prefer to die rather than make her cry.
• "I'm not helpless," her scream gets interrupted as I place my finger on her trembling fluffy lips.
• "Ssshhhh—," whispering near her face, I walk closer to her even though there's no space between us. "You may not want people to hear us, Em"
• She gulps down, anger visible in her damp eyes and hard face. Those breathtaking eyes filled with anger load my sanity with old memories.
• She used to be the angry bird and I used to convince her every single time, no matter how silly the reason for anger was. I loved the way she was, her craziness, her honesty, her loyalty. But she turned out to be completely different.
• "You can't take advantage of my situation, Kane," she groans, bringing me back to reality.
• I jerk my head to brush off the stupid fucking things.
• It's so freaking true that you can't forget the memories of two people in your life. One— whom you have loved truly, and another who has betrayed you to the extent that you have started hating love.
• She did both of them.
• No wonder why I still can't get over this woman and her memories.
• "I can. And you have no choice except for accepting my offer"
• She exhales, driving her eyes away and I can see the building fear in her.
• "This deal doesn't make sense," she seethes abruptly.
• "For me, every step I take makes sense, Em," I groan, leaning closer to her as she shudders. "And you better accept it. You know the consequences, right?"
• Her terrified eyes say a lot. She's afraid but she won't show it. I know her so damn well.
• "I don't want it. You can't force me," she howls out of frustration.
• And it's the end of my tolerance.
• I yank her waist abruptly and drag her behind to the desk. Lifting her over, I pop her onto the desk, decreasing the gap between us. With full force I pull her closer to me, dangling her legs around my waist.
• Everything happens so suddenly that she doesn't even have a chance to speak. I can only feel her heavy breath and see her devastating eyes lingering on me.
• Without wasting another second, I grip her throat, wrapping my palm around it and crash my lips onto hers in a wilder kiss. She holds my wrist, shaking her head to protest but I devour her hot mouth, sliding my tongue inside it. Desires explode inside me with the warmth of her highly addictive mouth. She gives in within seconds, feeling my tongue stroking into hers.
• Emily
• His tough arms conserve my body so possessively that I can't even move out of fear as if I'm gonna break into pieces if I strive to protest. I let him explore my mouth with his hot tongue ardently.
• And my shameless soul dives into the guilty pleasure again. I feel his knee parting my legs and pressing it against my wet core, teasing the hell out of me.
• I shouldn't be loving this.
• I can't want this.
• Damn! I wanna slap myself so hard for being such a woman when it comes to him.
• I'm so different when he's around, touching me and making me crave him. The desires are still so raw and intense.
• He breaks the wild and pushes me against the desk as I fall onto my back. Terror fills inside me.
• "Kane," I whisper in anxiety as he leans down to me. "Please, not here. I beg you"
• He smirks as if he's enjoying my anxiety.
• He's not the same.
• Not the same guy anymore. He can't be like this.
• He used to go crazy with my one hiss. He can't be so cruel.
• It's so embarrassing and I can't even imagine what can happen if someone from my office sees us like this.
• "Then tell me you want it," he groans.
• Even before, I can speak, he chuckles, "well, no. Don't say it. I don't want you to say I forced you. Let's make you speak that up"
• He leans closer to my neck and starts sucking my skin roughly, brushing his knee against my damp core. I press my lips harder not to moan even though I have already submitted.
• My body and my sanity are definitely not getting along.
• Whilst my sanity screams at me to stick to my words, my body can't resist him.
• He places wet kisses on my neck as I arch my back on the wooden desk. Getting bent on your work desk is the most shameful thing anyone can do. And I did it today.
• Getting no response from me, he uses my weak point which I feared. His hands trace down to my breasts as he cups them into his large hands, harshly squHieezing them.
• "Aahhhh— Kane," I moan painfully, squeezing my eyes shut as he keeps kneading my breasts lustfully over my satin shirt.
• At this moment, I'm only hoping for him to stop because my tongue isn't uttering anything to stop him.
• But he won't end this so easily.
• Taking my breath away, he slips his hand down to my skirt. I panic, enlarging my eyes.
• I'm too wet down there but I don't want him to make me come right here. I feel his hand cupping my core as he slowly rubs me.
• "So freaking wet, huh. I didn't even do anything properly," he teases me, encircling my core, not even entering his finger.
• It starts aching and it becomes hard for me not to want inside me. I feel like crying.
• "Oh God, Kane. Please," I whimper slowly, grabbing his arm.
• "Please, what? What are you begging for, little dove?" His raspy voice raises my heartbeat.
• "Kane," I moan his name as he rubs my clit even harder now. "Oh, God. Don't torture me, please. I want it"
• You want it?" He rubs my cheek with his knuckle. I nod, going breathless. "But I don't wanna screw you on your desk"
• His sarcastic laugh brings me back to reality as I open my eyes wide, finding him smiling playfully.
• Not again.
• Did I just beg him again? For this?
• I don't even wanna embarrass myself by recalling this. Before I can utter something, he grabs my neck and lifts my body against his, giving me a harsh rub down to me.
• I hiss out of nowhere.
• "That's how I can make you feel. You need me. Your body needs me, little dove. You definitely want me. I'm not forcing tho," his vicious smirk sends chills down me as he pulls his hand out, finally releasing me.
• Getting down onto my feet, I strive to function myself when he gets back to me again with the file, shoving it into my hand.
• "Still, I don't believe you. You might say again that I forced you. So, why don't you take time till tonight and sign this bond tomorrow?"
• I know I don't have an option but at least, I have time to see if I can do something about it. There's no way I would like to be his personal whore. Without sharing any relationship, such a thing is like a shame. Only if there was everything right between us, I would have loved to give myself to him not for only thirty days but forever.
• "Think about it," he stuffs his hands into his pockets, passing a handsome smile.
• And for a second, his smile exactly feels the same. This one. The wholesome, the warmth, the bliss. Just when I dive deeper into his old flash of seconds, he leans closer to my ear, shuddering me from the core.
• "I can't wait to make you scream my name," his hoarse whisper makes me numb on the spot.
• As soon as he pulls back, I take a step backwards in distress.
• "See you soon," he walks backwards, keeping the smirk on. "And don't forget to read it carefully. I wouldn't waste my time reminding the terms and conditions to you"
• Turning around, he disappears from there.