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Kain leaned in, fingers wrapping in my hair, ensuring I couldn’t break away when he kissed me. Each swirl of his tongue on the roof of my mouth brushed my nerves away.

My worries.

I was melting into the floor, the heat between us boiling. His cock flexed, I could feel the thick veins through his briefs and my panties. The fear that he might be wide enough to cause me pain was turning me into mush. Riding him would be like riding a roller coaster.

Reaching between us, he tugged his underwear aside. The warm, naked flesh of his prick ground along my slit. I cooed as he bumped my clit, but my hands came down, gripping his shoulders.Fuck,his muscles were solid. “Wait. Use a condom.”

He laughed darkly. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do you wrong like that, you don’t want to carry one of my kids, trust me.”

It was a weird thing to say. It made me pause, my lusty haze breaking under his sobering warning. Kain slid a foil packet from the pants around his thighs. The condom peeled cleanly down his full length—watching was erotic.

“Lean back,” he said flatly, “and brace yourself. I’m about to find out if this pussy is as homebred as you keep trying to say, or if you’re about to fall apart from how hard I fuck you.”

His eyes roiled like an animal’s in heat. Did mine look the same? “Shut up and show me what you can do. You told me to fuck you and forget you, right?” Gripping his ass, I pulled him against me. “Do it. Rock me until I forget who you are, Kain.”

Shivering, he angled himself. “I love hearing you say my name. Try to do it while you’re screaming, baby girl.” Then he plunged forward, his cock head stretching me so abruptly I saw flashes of color behind my eyeballs.

Kain drove into me like he wanted to make a point. Maybe he did—maybe he wanted to show me I couldn’t handle him.

That I couldn’t forget him.

No,I told myself, wrapping my legs around his waist.This is a one-time hookup. One and done. I’ll never see him after this.

And that was just fine.

Just ... fine.

Closing my eyes, I moaned at the sensation of his hard hips cutting into my skin. Each thrust caused his ridges of muscles to bump my breasts or graze over my swollen clit. He bent me in two, the rug tickling my cheek as I sank in.

Somehow, Kain found a way to dig in further.

In my skull, the echo of his force thumped over and over. Anyone below us in the house could hear. He bit my earlobe, thrumming my clit with a free hand—and theydefinitelywould hear my screams from that.

“Kain,” I breathed, lashes fluttering like a hummingbird. “Fuck, Kain! That’s so damngood!”

“I know.” His arrogance had always pissed me off. In this setting, it made my pussy squeeze around his shaft even tighter. The crest of orgasm teased me, my muscles clenching in delicious pressure.

“When you come,” he hissed, wrenching my hair so that I had to look into the furious pits of his stormy eyes, “count for me.”

Confused, I opened my mouth. “What?”

Licking my lower lip, then my teeth, he inhaled. “Count out each time you come. Do it, or I’ll stop fucking you right before you finish. I mean it.”

Kain was too serious, too ... unstable. I believed him, his harsh words sending static down into my pussy. My thighs shook, and his knowing smirk knocked me over the edge. “Count,” he reminded me when I started to whimper.

Shaking violently, my hips twitched as the orgasm took hold. It was in my veins, my bones, my everything. I was a single hot point of pleasure. Making words was hard ... but I did it for him. “One!” I shouted it like it was my last breath.

His groan was lower than the center of the earth; lava and pure, unfiltered rock. He found speed where surely there should be none, his fingers circling my sensitive clit faster and faster. “Again,” he demanded. “Come for me again, beautiful.”

Buzzing with energy, I arched into his strokes eagerly. I’d never had multiple orgasms before, but in this little black bubble with a man who was secretly a beast ... I knew it was going to happen.

“Two!” I cried, sweat sliding down my throat. He licked me there, tasting my salt as I panted with the strain of climax. My inner walls milked him, the condom too thin to hide each swell of his nearing release.

“More, I’m not done with you.More,Sammy.”

Hearing my name broke down another mental wall. My nails cut into his back, I lavished attention over each of his rippling muscles. I imagined his ink would rub off on me from our friction.

I didn’t need to imagine the third orgasm.