Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen
Nina’s POV
I slipped into the apartment like I was committing a crime. Shoes in one hand, purse clutched tightly in the other, I eased the door shut behind me with a soft click. My heart was thudding so hard, it filled the silence like a drumbeat.
You disobeyed me.
His voice from this morning echoed in my head—deep, dark, soaked in promise and threat.
“And I’m going to punish you for it.”
I didn’t know if he’d been teasing. With Kane, it was impossible to tell. But my body hadn’t stopped reacting since. Every time I remembered the way his gaze had lingered on me, the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth... I felt that bloom of heat low in my belly, a pulse between my thighs that refused to go away.
I tiptoed down the hall, barefoot, quiet. I didn’t want to wake him if he was asleep.
But part of me wanted to.
I turned into the living room—and froze.
He was already there. Waiting.
Leaning against the wall like sin in human form. Shirt unbuttoned. Sleeves rolled up. Arms crossed. His eyes locked on me, unreadable, dark… and burning.
“You really thought you could sneak back in after that stunt you pulled this morning?” he said, voice low, lazy, laced with quiet danger.
My breath caught. “Kane…”
“Strip.”
The word was simple. Sharp. Commanding.
My pulse spiked. I opened my mouth to speak, to protest—except no sound came. I didn’t move at first, not because I didn’t want to. But because the way he was looking at me… like he owned me… made it hard to even breathe, in a good way.
But then, slowly, my fingers obeyed.
I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall open. Then my jeans slid down my legs, pooling around my ankles. My bra unclasped with a soft click, slipping from my shoulders.
Only my panties remained.
I stood still. Bare. His gaze never left my body. And I swore I felt it—his eyes—like the brush of fingertips over my skin.
Then he moved.
The moment he reached me, he turned me around, guiding me back until my spine met the wall. One of his hands curled around my waist, the other slid into my hair as he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck.
“You like testing me, don’t you?” he murmured.
His lips brushed my skin. I shivered.
“I—I wasn’t—”
His fingers slid beneath my panties, and in one swift tug, he dragged them down.
I gasped.
The heat of his palm pressed between my thighs. There was no warning—only the sudden slide of his fingers as he teased my little folds, rough and fast, the shock of his touch, and the breathless moan that escaped me before I could stop it.
“Kane—”
I barely had time to say his name before he lifted me, his hands gripping my thighs, and I wrapped around him instinctively. One deep, rough thrust—and he was inside me.
A cry tore from my throat.
He didn’t move right away. He just stayed there, buried deep, forehead resting against my temple as if trying to steady himself. My fingers clutched his shoulders, my legs trembling around him.
Then he began to move.
Slow. Deep. Claiming every inch of me.
I whimpered.
Every drag of his hips sent pleasure curling through me, my body clenching around him like I couldn’t get enough. He kissed down my jaw and my neck, then bit down gently on my shoulder.
But just when I was melting completely into him, just when my body had become nothing but sensation—
He stopped.
I blinked, breathless, dizzy. “W–why?”
His lips brushed my ear. “I know.”
I stiffened. “Know… what?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Just breathed, hard and heavy.
“I saw the test strip,” he said quietly. “On the table. You forgot to throw it out.”
My body turned cold despite how hot everything had been just seconds ago.
I froze.
He knew.
He knew I was pregnant.
Suddenly, everything started to click into place. All the little things I’d brushed off, all the moments I’d tried not to read too deeply into—they made sense now. The way he insisted I stay home and “rest,” claiming I looked too tired. The way his expression had darkened when he saw that I climbed out the window.
I’d thought he was just worried about me and guilty that his high sex drive had caused me to be all worn out, just Kane being Kane. But now I saw it—he wasn’t just worried about me.
He was worried about us. Me and the baby.
He said the window was too high for someone like me. Not just because I might fall—but because if I did, I could lose what I was carrying.
If he knew. For how long? And why was he telling me now?
Was he planning to leave so he decided to tell me so he could do so as soon as possible.
My lips trembled as I pressed my lips together in an attempt to stop the loud wail that was about to break out of my mouth. My fingers trembled as I grabbed his shoulders tightly, my nails painfully digging into his shoulders.
“Then leave,” I whispered. “Our deal is off.”
I didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. My gaze dropped to the floor.
Because if he saw my eyes—he’d see the tears gathering there. And I couldn’t let him see. Not this time.
I didn’t want to be abandoned. I didn’t want to beg. So I said the words I thought might protect me. Push him away before he could leave on his own. Maybe if I pretended to be strong, it would hurt less.
It didn’t.
It ached. Sharp and deep, like something inside me was caving in.
He was still silent.
Then—
He slammed into me.
Hard.
A choked sound escaped my throat—a gasp that twisted into a moan. I jerked forward, my hands scrambling for something to hold onto, anything to anchor me. But he didn’t let go. His grip tightened.
“You don’t get to decide for me,” he growled against my neck. “You don’t get to tell me to leave.”
His voice was rough, dangerous… but it made something inside me tremble with longing.
“You think I’d walk away? That I’d let you push me out just because you’re scared?”
He thrust again, deep and slow this time, dragging the pleasure out until I arched against him.
“I’m not going anywhere, Nina. Do you hear me? I’m staying. With you. With our baby.”
His fingers dug into my hips, claiming me, grounding me as his mouth kissed along my shoulder.
“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot and possessive. “Tell me to stay.”
I pressed my lips together.
But I couldn’t stop the way my body betrayed me—arching into him, clinging to him, trembling every time he moved. My gasps gave me away. My moans filled the air like soft music I couldn’t silence.
He shifted his angle—and stars exploded behind my eyes.
I cried out. Raw. Uncontrolled. Every nerve ending felt like fire.
Then it happened. The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them, breathless and with longing for him.
“Please…” I whispered. “Stay. With me. With our baby…”
My voice cracked, thick with emotion, a plea I hadn’t meant to say out loud.
But I needed him. More than I wanted to admit.
He didn’t answer.
He just held me tighter, like he’d never let go. And every slow, deep thrust after that felt like a promise neither of us could take back.