Chapter 30 Chapter 30
Chapter 30 Chapter 30
~ALLISTER KANE DEANDRE~
I stormed down the hallway, the echo of my footsteps pounding like the relentless throb in my cock. Each step I took was a battle against the urge to turn back and claim what I'd left simmering on the kitchen counter. Brienne's moans still rang in my ears. Raw, broken and clawing at my restraint. The way her body arched under my mouth as I sucked her perfect tits was divine. Her body was a work of art, perfect beyond words, but it wasn't all that drew me to her. It was who she was that got me to the edge everytime. The defiance that lived within her, the threat she posed, her hate and anger towards me. She was a literal poison, one I was tempted not just to taste but to consume, to etch my name into her soul if possible, so i could be the only one in her depths.
It took alot of will power not to rip her shorts away and and plunge my length deep into her clenching core right there. But I couldn't. Not yet. Proving she craved me was the game, and admitting my own hunger would shatter the facade, hand her the power I refused to yield.
Slamming the bedroom door behind me, I stripped off my sweatpants, the fabric tented obscenely by my rock-hard erection, veins pulsing with unmet need. The air felt too thick, charged with the ghost of her scent despite her being far from me now.
I headed straight for the en-suite shower, turning the faucet all the way to hot, and letting the water cascade over my tense muscles. Gripping the tiled wall with one hand, I wrapped the other around my shaft, the thick girth filling my palm, pre-cum already beading at the tip from the friction of her body against mine earlier.
My fist pumped slowly at first, base to head, squeezing the sensitive ridge as I replayed the scene in my head— her nipples hardening under my tongue, the way they pebbled and flushed from my teeth grazing the peaks, her screams vibrating through my chest. I'd lied through my teeth when I told her she wasn't my type. She was more. She was like a volcano, capable of causing wild damage. No other woman had stirred me up the way she did, not even when I was buried deep inside them.
But her? She pushed me, challenged every dark corner of my soul, made my blood roar with a possession that bordered on madness.
The water pounded my back as I stroked faster, thumb circling the slit to spread the slickness, imagining it was her tongue lapping at me instead. Her breasts—god, those full, rounded globes fitting my hands like they were molded for my grip, soft yet firm, bouncing slightly with each grind of her hips against my erection. I'd felt her core pulse through the thin layers, hot and drenched. A groan tore from my throat, low and guttural, as I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, the pressure building in my balls, heavy and tight. Her moans replayed in my mind. They sounded like a sweet melody urging me to lose control, to pin her down and thrust until she shattered around me.
But restraint. Fuck, the restraint it took to pull away, to leave her cuffed and panting, tits glistening from my saliva, nipples swollen and begging for more. I didn't want her to see how she unraveled me, how her reluctant surrender mirrored my own buried desperation. My pace quickened, fist flying over my length, the wet slap echoing with the shower's roar.
The orgasm hit like a freight train, ripping through me as I braced against the wall, ropes of cum shooting from my cock to splatter the tiles, washed away by the relentless stream. My knees buckled slightly, breaths ragged, but even in release, the ache lingered—a hollow victory. Brienne Vonberg had burrowed under my skin, and no amount of jerking off would purge her. I needed distance. Staying in this house alone with her? It was a powder keg, one spark from exploding into something irreversible.
She wasn’t supposed to be here—in my private penthouse. I shouldn’t have saved her, but when I learned what Marcello was trying to do, I ignored every shred of reason. Thankfully, I arrived in time; Bianca would have blown her head off without a second thought.
I saved her, and now she had become my greatest temptation. Being in such close proximity was unbearable, especially after what had happened at the kitchen counter. Every glance, every movement from her set my blood on fire, and I hated how powerless I felt against it.