Chapter 15

• Celeste
• So she bit one of his fingers hard, but he only laughed, clamping his fingers across her face so tightly that she flinched at the twist of pain. "That's my girl. Fight me, Celeste Monroe," Kane whispered, pressing his forehead against hers and breathing her in, like he couldn't get enough of her. She felt him twist a stray piece of her hair between the fingers of his other hand, as if he was memorizing the texture. "You're so polite and proper with everyone else. I'm the only one who can bring this deranged side of you out. Isn't that true?" His voice was husky, and when he stopped speaking, she could hear her own heart racing in her ears.
• When she didn't answer him, he wound her hair in the rest of his fingers and slid his thigh between her legs roughly. At the exact same moment, he pulled hard enough on her hair to make her cry out in pain and slid his thigh hard against her clit, making her pussy clench in pleasure.