ElaraThe moment before you lose your life, everything tends to feel normal in the most surreal way that if you think or look at it closely, it starts to feel unnatural.One second, Kane had his hands on my hips, guiding, helping—Next, they locked like vices. His fingers dug in so hard I knew I’d bruise, his thumbs pressing into the bone. The shift in his touch sent a warning up my spine, but before I could react, his pace turned brutal.No more rhythm. No more give-and-take.He drove his cock up into me, hard, relentless, his hips snapping against mine with a force that knocked the breath out of me.The counter groaned. My back hit the cabinets, the wood biting into my shoulder blades, but he didn’t slow. Didn’t stop.I turned over my shoulder to look at him. His face was different.I’d seen Kane soft. Seen him drunk. Seen him angry, seen him desperate. But this—His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark, fixed on some point over my shoulder. Not looking at me. Not even with me anymore. H
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