Chapter 21

Sasha

God, I feel like I've been run over by a truck—a truck with a twelve-inch cock, I mean. Sex with Kane is so intense that, sometimes, I can’t help but wonder about the impossibility of some of the things he does. No wonder my muscles are sore right now.

We’ve both fallen asleep in the king-sized bed of the pool house and now, as I open my eyes, I see the whole room bathed in the pink glow of a rising sun. We were both so tired that we slept through the night with nothing but a sheet to cover our naked bodies.

Stretching like a cat, I arch my spine and smile to myself as I feel my bones crack. Turning to the side, I rest one hand on Kane’s naked chest, feeling the rugged outline of his pectorals, but he doesn’t even stir. He keeps on breathing in and out steadily, fast asleep, and I can’t bring myself to wake him up. Even though he’s more than a grown man, I can’t help but think that the metaphor applies: he’s sleeping like a baby.

Swinging my legs out of the bed, I look around the room trying to find my bikini. As I see the two discarded pieces of fabric in one of the corners, I tiptoe toward them and get dressed as silently as I can.

As I walk out of the pool house, I can’t help but smile as the first rays of sunlight cascade over my naked skin, their warmth making my skin prickle. I close my eyes for a second, just feeling the glow of the sun on my face, and then I make my way toward the main house. Walking through the living room, I head straight toward the master bathroom, and get out of my bikini the moment I’m inside it.

Taking a large cotton towel out of one of the drawers, I rest it over my legs as I sit on the edge of the bathtub. Reaching for the faucet, I turn it on and wait as the warm water slowly rises. Only when the tub is almost overflowing do I step inside, easing myself into the water; folding the towel, I place it behind my head and close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I enjoy the moment.

Being cast as a main character for a show as big as Manhattan Reign was a feat I didn’t hope to be surpassed so fast, but here I am now...Yeah, it’s true, being here with Kane feels so much more important than starring in a TV show. After all, if that wasn’t the case, why the hell would I be risking my career? And believe me, as strict as Ryan is about his whole no-sex policy, I’m definitely risking my career just by being here with Kane.

I wonder if he feels the same, though. He's told me that much, yes, but does he really mean it? He’s an actor after all and, unlike Alberta, he truly knows how to act.

“I'm kinda sad you didn't invite me for this morning bath of yours,” I hear Kane say, and I open my eyes lazily, smiling at him.

“You were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up,” I reply, sinking down into the water and allowing the foam on the water to cover my breasts.

“You can wake me up anytime, Sasha,” he continues, sitting on the edge of the tub and looking at me with a kind smile on his face.

“Maybe next time I'll wake you by hosing you down with cold water,” I giggle, trying not to blush because of my silliness.

“No, not that,” he chuckles. “But if you were to wake me up with those lips of yours,” he continues, whispering as she brushes his thumb over my parted lips.

“Is that the only thing you think about?” I ask, smiling as I feel my body temperature rising. I don't know what it is about Kane, but I simply can't control these urges whenever I'm around him. And the way he looks at me, as if I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen...Ah, I was doomed right from the beginning; there's no way I'd ever be able to resist a man like Kane.

“I also think of your breasts, of your thighs, of your —”

“Okay, okay...I think I get it,” I laugh, reaching for him and lacing one arm around his neck. Pulling him into me, I allow my eyelids to droop and I crush my lips against his, savoring the raw manly taste of his tongue.

Supporting himself with one hand on the edge of the tub, he leans further in, pushing his tongue past my lips and swirling it around mine. “I want you,” he whispers, pulling back from our kiss and nibbling at my earlobe.

“Then,” I start to say, slowly standing up in the tub. “You'll have to come and find me,” I continue, unrolling the towel and wrapping it around my body. Stepping out the tub, I then lean in and kiss him once more for good measure.

“So, you like playing games, is that it?” He asks me with a grin, running one hand down the side of my body and resting it over the curve of my ass.

“If they're fun, I do,” I laugh and, with that, I offer him one last smile and run out the door. I hurry down the hallway, feeling like a little girl once again as I leave my wet footprints behind me.

“You can run...but you can't hide!” I hear him shout from the bathroom, and I start looking for a place where I can hide. Running up the stairway that leads to the upper floor, I grab the handle of the first door I see and step inside, closing the door behind me.

Blindly touching the wall, I find the light switch and flick it on. The moment the light floods the room my jaw almost drops down to the floor.

I’m standing inside a room padded in red, and there are ropes and chains hanging from the wall. To my left, there’s a shelf filled with vibrators of all sizes and shapes, and to my right is another shelf, this one filled with a lot of sex toys I don’t even know the name for.

“What the…?” I whisper, walking toward the center of the room. There’s something there, something I can only call a...sex swing. There’s a thick vibrator below a seat hanging from the ceiling, and I can only assume that one is supposed to sit there and swing back and forth. Hesitantly, I reach for the vibrator and brush my fingertips against it, wondering about why a man like Kane would want a room like this.

Right now, I should feel weirded out...Instead, I feel as aroused as I’ve ever been.

“Bad girl,” I hear Kane say from behind me, and I turn on my heels so fast I almost trip over my own foot. He’s already standing inside the room, one hand on the door’s handle. “Playing with Daddy’s toys without permission…”

“I...I was just…” I stammer, but I don’t even know what I should be saying right.

“Shh,” he whispers, placing his index finger over my lips as he closes the distance between us. “I wasn’t sure if I should show you this room, but here we are…” He continues, his eyes never leaving mine. “Which reminds me, I’ve promised you a good spanking.”

Oh, God, is this really happening or am I dreaming?

If I’m dreaming, please, don’t wake me up.