Chapter 194
Evelyn’s POV
I hadn’t the slightest idea where Kane was taking me. All I could focus on was the horrible wave of emotions that kept withering within me.
I felt like I was being torn in half by this uncontrollable anger and my failing sense of resolve. It burned and coiled as every little thing continued to set me off. There was no viable way of directing this awful feeling.
I didn’t have a plausible outlet to release these sizzling emotions.
Kane continued to pull me through the house, not caring who we nearly knocked over in the process. When I glanced down at my hands, I saw my own nails sharpen and lengthen. Another surge was coming; I could feel it.
“Oh, Gods,” I gasped.
I tried to cover my face as we passed a group of maids. Their eyes widened with a mixture of fear and
shock.
“Ignore them,” Kane ordered.
I scoffed. “Oh, that’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one who is turning into a goddamn monster!”
Kane snapped his head back to glare at me. One would have thought that I’d just slapped him clear across the face. His grasp on my arm tightened.
“You are not a monster,” he snarled. “I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself that again. That’s not what’s happening, and you know it.”
We made it outside. My brows raised as the realization sank in. We were heading toward the gymnasium.
My face turned beat red as we managed to capture the gaze of everyone we passed. We made it inside, but instead of heading over to our usual training mats, Kane yanked me in the direction of some of the other workout equipment.
There were several heavy-weighted punching bags, which were suspended from the ceiling by sturdy metal chains.
“Alright, hit it,” he told me.
My whole body froze. “What?”
“You have an obscene amount of anger coursing through you, correct?” He glanced at the leather-bound sack and gestured for me to take a swing. “So, you’re going to hit this bag repeatedly. Until all of that rage is gone.”
My hands curled into tight fists at my side. Was he being serious? Was he aware of the kind of anger
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that had been brewing within me since the camp site?
Without uttering a single word, I drew back my arm and took every last ounce of my pent-up anger and directed it at the bag. One swing…I took just one swing, and the whole punching bag was torn off its hinges.
It hit the gym floor with a loud, resounding thud. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads in my direction. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
Great. Now I was irate and embarrassed.
I scowled at Kane. “Any more bright ideas?” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He narrowed his eyes at me and shot me a pointed look. “Watch your tone, otherwise I’ll bend you over my knee and spank the rest of this rage out of you,” he bit out.
My lips parted; my eyes grew wide. Something about that audacious threat caused a new feeling to spark within my chest. Want… Need.
A hunger that now demanded to be acknowledged. I wasn’t entirely sure what I looked like at that moment, but I could easily guess that it was somewhere between crazed and shakingly desperate.
I took half a step toward him. “I’d like to see you try,” I hissed at him.
Kane’s eyes darkened. He squared his shoulders back in challenge. He closed the space between us and cupped my cheek. “I always seem to forget just how easily I can sense your arousal,” he said steadily. “Shame on me. I should have realized that this was really what you needed, yes?”
His hand drifted into my hair and gently tugged my head to the side, exposing my neck. He bent down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my gland. My eyes widened, and the growing creature inside of me growled.
“What are you gonna do about it?” I challenged him, breathlessly.
Against my wishes, Kane released me. He took a large step back, and a vicious snarl tore from my chest
at the loss of our connection.
No. No!!
That vexing rage simmered back with a vengeance. It was as though I were a child who just got their favorite toy taken away.
Kane tilted his head toward the door. “I suggest you start running,” he taunted. “Show me how fast you can run. If I catch you, then I’m going to mount you against the nearest tree and spank you until your ass is beating red.”
A dangerous laugh escaped the back of my throat. “Oh, really? Is that what you think is going to happen?” I questioned. I turned toward the door. “Alright. Let’s see you if you can catch up to me.”
I turned on my heels and summoned all of my inner rage that had been gnawing at the back of my mind.
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I took off like a bullet, soaring through the doors. I headed directly toward the woods that lined the property.
My keen sense of hearing let me know that Kane was already close on my trail. The corner of my mouth curled into a knowing smirk, knowing that I was nowhere near my full potential. I picked up my speed and dove between the trees.
A plan began to formulate in my head. When there was a sizable amount of space between Kane and me, I took my chance to gain the upper hand. I sank my sharp claws into the tree in front of me and began to climb up.
“Evelyn?” Kane called out.
I felt like a predator, hiding out in the trees. Waiting. Watching.
Kane slowed his jog as he approached the cluster of trees I was hiding in. He glanced around, hoping to catch some glimpse of me. I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting back the laughter. As soon as he moved under the very tree I was clinging to, I released my hold and dropped right on to him.
He let out a rough grunt as he fell to the forest floor. I wasted no time straddling his hips and pinning his
arms above his head.
“Shit,” he hissed.
“Well, well,” I giggled. “Looks like I’m the one who ended up catching you.”
Although he technically lost, Kane didn’t appear all that upset. He raised a brow and smirked. “So what will you do now, my little huntress?”
I released the hold on his hands and lowered them down to his shirt. I tore at the offending material until his chest was bare to me. Leaning down, I placed several long, lingering kisses on his hot skin.
Kane groaned. My hands then drifted down to the belt of his pants, where they met the same fate as his shirt. I took his hard length in my hand and gave numerous long strokes before running my tongue along
the sides of him.
“Fucking hell, Evelyn,” he moaned.
I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and took in as much of him as I could. Slowly, I pulled back before swallowing him back down. Between his excessive sounds and the weight of him on my tongue, I felt utterly euphoric.
Kane tangled his hand in my hair, tugging at the roots and signaling for me to stop. My heart sank in my chest as I pulled back…
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