Kane runs his hands up my legs, and I shiver when he nears the one place that I should never give him access to. I gasp when he rips the thin material with his nail and grips my cheeks with one hand, squeezing it tighter than before.
"Let's see if you were speaking the truth before."
I cry out when his warm finger grazes my opening; I see his satisfied smirk when he finds me wet between the legs.
He doesn't do anything more than that. Instead, that's when he pulls away from me.
My lips part when he places his finger in his mouth and tastes it. A look of hunger flashes in his eyes, and he looks away from me, almost as though he doesn't want me to see that I'm not the only one affected by what just happened.
"For someone that claims not to be bothered by my touch, your body says otherwi
