Chapter 44

• Ksne
• “Kane, please.”
• He groans when she says his name, aware that she does that just for him. She knows how much he loves the sound of his name on her lips, and that thought alone urges him on, faster, harder. He pulls her down on top of him in a frantic, raw rhythm. There’s barely any light in this corridor, but he can see the silhouette of her body moving as her pussy clenches around him and she rocks her hips, trying to take him deeper than he even was in the graveyard that night. He tightens the belt around her neck and listens to the sound of her gasping as she grinds on him, her nails digging into his shoulders, and her screams are muffled by the hold he has on her. She doesn’t know that despite the things he says and does, he’s so fucking scared that this will be the last time he feels her this way, that tomorrow she’ll wake up and realize that he’s not what she deserves. In a fair world, she deserved to end up with Blaine. She should have loved Blaine the way she loves him, and he takes solace in the fact that no matter what happens between them, he’s burned in her memory as the only one she ever really loved.