Kane's POV:
I watched her as she lay there, defiant even in her weakened state. This little minx had no idea how close she'd come to breaking me. Just the sight of her reckless stunt had shaken something in me, something dark and furious. She needed to know what it did to me—how I felt when I saw her crash, when I thought for one horrifying moment that I'd lose her. But she was still staring at me with that familiar fire in her eyes, taunting me even now.
"But I still gotta punish you… for the way you made me worry," I said, my voice dropping low, dangerously soft. I saw her shiver, her defiance faltering for a split second as she met my gaze. The darkness I knew was there crept into my eyes, and I watched her cheeks flush, the color spreading across her face. Good. She remembered. She remembered exactly how I'd punished her last time—how I'd taken my time, how I'd claimed every inch of her, and left her trembling.
