Page 107 of Cain

But he doesn’t.

“Good girl,” he says, voice low.

After that, he pulls back and starts the car.

And here I am, left sitting there, blinded, heart thudding like an idiot, wishing he had kissed me.

We don’t talkthe entire drive. It’s pretty long, and every time I try to start a conversation, he doesn’t respond, like he’s focused entirely on the road.

The music he chooses pulls me in; I can’t deny that. It’s mostly piano pieces without any lyrics, but there are also a few calm songs by artists I recognize—or don’t.

I hear the song he played for me on the piano that night, but this time, it’s a remake by Ice Nine Kills. It’s the best cover I’ve ever heard. His taste is undeniably perfect in everything. However, even then, he doesn’t talk.

After a while, the car comes to a stop, and he turns off the engine.

“Here we are.”

“Where is here?” I ask.

He brings his face closer to mine again. “I love the fact that you didn’t take the blindfold off the minute the engine stopped.” His hand slides between my bare thighs, making my breaths uneven. “That means you trust me.”

My breath shakes. What am I supposed to say? His fingers on me make it impossible to focus on talking. I want him to keep going.

“I trust you,” I whisper, before I can hold it back.

He smirks against my cheek. I can almost feel his satisfaction, but I don’t mind. I gave him permission, and now he’s taking it.

His mouth finds my neck, placing a kiss on my jawline and moving higher. His hand slides lower, slipping past the lace, and when his fingers sink into me, I gasp loudly.

“That’s it,” he growls against my ear. “So fucking wet already. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?”

I can’t answer. I’m too far gone already. My mind is clouded, and my body arches into him. I want him. I need him.

His other hand grips my thigh, spreading me wider in the seat.

“Say it,” he demands, thrusting his fingers deeper.

“Yes …” I moan, breathless. “I wanted this. I want you.”

He pulls his fingers from me and drags them across my lips, letting me taste just how wet I am.

I grab his wrist and suck his fingers the same way I want to suck him, causing him to groan with satisfaction.

I lean forward, finding him by instinct. My hands slide to his belt, slow but confident. His breath catches. He doesn’t stop me.

“I have a better idea …” I smirk, settling on my knees.

I grab his hard cock and brush my lips on the tip.

“Fuck, I like this side of you.” He gasps. “Show me what that pretty mouth’s really for.”

“Use me as your little fuck toy.” I smirk and suck his cock roughly, causing louder groans from him.

“You’re such a good little girl.” He tangles his fingers in my loose hair and forces himself deep into my throat. “That’s it. Take your time. I want to feel every inch of that pretty mouth.”

I slide my lips over him, taking him deeper, my tongue swirling around him as I move. His groan deepens, his hips shifting slightly as I hollow my cheeks, creating more pressure.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.” His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper.