Chapter 29: Little Rebel 

Kane's POV:

I was feeling pretty damn smug. Sure, she was furious, practically vibrating with pent-up frustration after I'd left her on edge, and I knew that frustration was aimed squarely at me. But that was the point, wasn't it? To remind her who was in control. To let her feel just a fraction of the tension I had to deal with every time she defied me.

But the thing gnawing at me wasn't her anger—it was my own. The feel of her, so close, my hands on her skin, the heat of her body responding to my touch… yet I hadn't claimed her. She was right there, trembling under me, and I'd held back. The restraint it had taken was pure agony, evident in the hard length straining against my jeans, aching with unmet need.