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.He pushed Syren away and the other man stumbled back.He met Kane s gaze with wide eyes and flared nostrils, his lips red and swollen, cock hard andpointing at Kane with a slick, wet head. Don t test me, Marshal. Syren s hands balled into fists. I ll do whatever the fuck I want. The words rumbled in Kane s chest and he stepped closer. It swhat you want, isn t it? For me to test you, push you, make it okay for you to want what I give? Hereached between them and trailed a finger down Syren s shaft, from head to balls.Syren s breath caught, but he spoke anyway. What exactly do you give, Kane? I give sex. Kane rubbed his jaw against Syren s and mouthed his ear. The guiltfree kind.The badkind that s just good enough for you.Especially for you. He squeezed the dick in his hand andSyren s hips surged forward. The kind you beg for. He sank his teeth into Syren s jaw.Syren shook, his cock grew harder, the crown wetter.The sounds in his throat had Kane hard again,had him ready again. I don t beg, Syren whimpered.Kane laughed. For me you do. He grabbed the hair on the top of Syren s head and jerked him back,exposing Syren s throat and eyes to him. Tonight you do. He kissed Syren s throat then thrust himaway. Lie in the middle of the bed.Facedown and this gorgeous ass up. He squeezed one ofSyren s plump cheeks then stepped away and waited.He didn t have to wait long.One thing about Syren, he knew how to follow orders and Kane lovedthat so much, it made his balls and teeth ache.In the middle of his bed, Syren settled on his stomach,face buried in the pillows.Kane sat beside him and picked up the handcuffs.They clinked and Syrenlifted his head. Kane. The fear was back, shadowing his eyes, leaching color from his flushed face. I m here. Kane traced his lips with a finger. I m here, remember? To keep you safe, to make newmemories and to put you back together if you come apart.Syren kissed his fingertip. My hero, are you?An unfamiliar ache blossomed in Kane s chest. Whatever you want me to be, he whispered.Clearing his throat, he cupped Syren s jaw. Whoever. Truer words he realized he hadn t spoken ina while.Whatever Syren needed he d be.Syren held Kane s hand and pressed his cheek into his palm. Kane Ashby, he s who I want. Syren slashes fluttered then lifted.The vulnerability in his gaze rocked Kane. Can you be Kane Ashby?Kane tried for a smile, but he knew it came out shaky. Even if this Kane guy can be rough and kindadomineering and maybe even a pain sometimes?Syren s lips quirked but he nodded. Yep. Then yes. Kane swallowed. I can be who you want. His heart was racing, threatening to jump outof his chest at any moment, but he couldn t look away from Syren, couldn t extricate himself from thesensual web they d created. Então me tome. Syren winked and offered up his wrists. Then take me. His fingertips were coldwhen they brushed Kane s thigh. I expect you to do your damndest in an attempt to make me beg. Aneasy smile graced his lips. But I won t, of course. Of course. Kane clasped Syren s wrists and used the handcuffs to shackle him to the head of thebed.Finished, he stood next to Syren with his hands on his naked hips. Good?A flash of pink caught his eye when Syren licked his bottom lip. Never better.Kane frowned down at him. Don t hesitate to tell me if it gets to be too much.I want this to be goodfor you. This exercise was for Syren, to show him all the good things they could share, things thatdidn t have to be clouded by his past experiences, painful though they may be. Don t hover, Marshal.It s quite unbecoming. Syren moved an arm and the handcuffs rattled.Kanetook note of the tense set of his shoulders. Syren  Do you have a belt?A belt?  Why do you need  Answer the question, Syren snapped.He jerked his head up, jaw set. Yes or no?Kane gaped at him. Yes. Leather? Thick?Kane pursed his lips.He didn t like the stubborn tilt to Syren s chin or the sudden flash of somethingdark in his eyes, there one minute, fading the next. Yes. Get it. I don t think that s a good idea. Kane didn t know where this dialogue was going, but damn if itwould be anywhere good. Obviously I can t get it myself, Syren spoke from the bed. Get the belt, Kane.Please [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]