The remote cabin had become my entire world.
Days had melted into weeks. Time lost meaning. The only rhythm left was the pounding of my heart, the slap of skin against skin, and Kane’s deep, guttural groans as he claimed me again and again.
Victor wasn’t even coming back.
I lay on my back in the center of the massive bed, wrists bound above my head with thick black ropes, legs spread wide and trembling. My body was a battlefield of pleasure and possession with bite marks blooming across my breasts and inner thighs, bruises in the shape of Kane’s fingerprints on my hips, and a deep, constant ache in my p***y and ass that never fully faded.
Kane loomed over me, his massive 6’6” frame glistening with sweat. Every muscle was carved like stone, dark tattoos shifting with every movement. His
