Chapter 2: The Director Watched While Kane’s Fingers Destroyed My Hate-Filled Pussy
I’m completely naked on the bed, legs slightly spread, heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. The cameras are rolling. Lena is watching us like a hawk from behind the monitor, her eyes dark with something far more personal than professional interest.
Kane moves over me slowly, his robe gone. His body is insane — hard muscle, defined abs, and that thick, heavy c**k already half-hard between his legs. I hate how my eyes keep dropping to it.
“Start with the kiss,” Lena instructs, voice low. “And Kane… touch her like you mean it this time. No holding back.”
The second his mouth claims mine, I lose the ability to pretend.
His kiss is deep, demanding, nothing like the scripted gentle ones we’ve don
