SEVER by Jane, Melissa (great books to read .txt) 📕

Kane Alexander is a danger I’m teetering too close to. Like when you’re standing on top of a cliff and you want a better view of what’s beneath, so you inch a little closer, one heartbeat at a time, until you realize the rock beneath your precariously placed feet could crumble at any second, threatening to give you an up close and personal view of the earth below when it smashes you in the face.

That’s how close I am to disaster with each passing second in Kane’s presence. Or, more to the point, each passing second of me riding his thigh.

His warm breath tingles my neck, our cheeks press together as we move to the music.

When the songs ends, Kane leads me back to the booth, our server pouring us each a glass of wine. I feel myself blushing, and I’m thankful the nightclub lights can hide the fact that I’m a giddy girl. I’ve only ever been that close with one man. Shawn. So, to do that with any other, knowing his dirty, erotic thoughts, makes me feel like a self-conscious teenager discovering sex for the first time.

Time slips away, lost in our own world of salacious dancing and intimate touches. Kane is right. This is all a tease, the foreplay building pressure between my legs. We’re onto our second bottle of wine. Kane’s mouth is on my neck, kissing and nibbling as his fingers begin to travel farther up my thigh. It’s then, with my eyes fluttering open, I see someone fall into my line of vision. Not just anyone—the last person I expect to this in a place like this.

The crowd gets in the way and I shift, needing a better position. Kane senses the change and pulls away, eyeing me with curiosity as I scan between groups of people. Standing, I’m now higher than most, being up a few steps inside the booth. I wait for the strobe light to flash across his face and then I freeze, rooted to the spot as my blood runs cold. Not because of seeing him, but seeing who he’s with. And seeing Shawn with two beautiful blondes on each arm, allowing them to touch his body the same way I would, only confirms my theory that he hasn’t been faithful. If until this day he’s still pleading his innocence, then every word he ever said about it was only ever a lie. A lie he could keep telling me, so he could continue to spin more and more untruths until nothing in his life was like it once was. The job, the money, the late nights, ignoring his wife mentally and physically, it was all one sickening, sordid mess he didn’t care about creating.

But why couldn’t he have just been honest with me from the start?

I watch Shawn whisper into one of the blonde’s ears, his lips brushing her skin the same way Kane had mine. She laughs flirtingly, his hand roaming over her perfectly round, pert ass.

Despite it all, I feel my heart shattering into tiny pieces, my worst fear now confirmed. This whole year has been a total waste. While I’m angry at him, I’m angrier at myself. For being too stupid to think he was capable of such a thing.

Am I a hypocrite? Is this a case of pot meet kettle? No! I remind myself.

Shawn continued to stay married to me, sharing the same bed, for a whole year while denying any wrongdoing. At least I left before I allowed myself to even consider looking at another man.

I feel Kane behind me, his eyes following my gaze to where Shawn says something to each of the blondes. One bites her bottom lip, the other running a polished finger down his chest. They nod in response, and taking both their hands, he leads them out of the club.

Kane’s hand circles my waist and I feel his lips against my ear. “He was always only ever a sheep in wolf’s clothing.” I swallow the lump in my throat, a chill running up my spine. “He’s not yours anymore, Blythe. He hasn’t been for a very long time.”

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His eyes ravage me like a lion would his prey.

We stand on opposite sides of the lift, unable to touch the way we so desperately crave because of the mother, father and knee-high son getting in our way. Kane ordered the driver to take us back to my apartment, and now the anticipation is starting to work me, us, over. His nostrils flare slightly with every breath, his white-knuckled grip on the metal railing tells me he’s in one hell of a dangerous mood.

Stopping at the fourteenth floor, the family slowly exits before the door closes. Alone and with his cock already straining against his pants, Kane rushes me, trapping me between his rock-hard body and the unforgiving wall. His mouth crashes to mine in an explosive, passionate kiss, which I return with the same ferocity. Growing weak at the knees, it’s all I can do to hold onto him, gripping his shirt while groans escape his hungry lips.

Cupping my ass, he hoists me with ease so my legs wrap tightly around his waist. When the lift finally opens on my floor, he carries me the length of the hall and backs me against my door. He kisses hard, then teeth gently graze my bottom lip before devouring me once more.

“Where’s your key?” he asks, panting.

“In… my… clutch,” I manage to say between my tongue dancing with his.

Kane lowers me to the floor and spins me so my back meets his chest, my breasts against the door. Feeling his raging cock pressing into my ass, he snakes a hand around my thigh and glides it up between my legs, fingers deftly pulling my panties to the side. Twisting a hand through my high ponytail, Kane tilts my head, holding me