Page 122 of Cain

He raises his torso a bit again and gazes straight into my eyes.

His fingers slowly trail across my bare forearm, and with his other hand, he tucks a strand of my loose hair behind my ear.

“Join me.” He smirks.

“What?” My eyes widen.

“Take off your clothes and get in the tub with me.”

His eyes glint, almost daring me to refuse him. His fingers trail lazily over my arm, his gaze never leaving mine.

“What’s the matter, little rose?” His lips curl into a playful smirk. “Afraid to get wet?”

That’s when I realize it. The desire I feel around him isn’t just physical. It’shim.His soul drags me in like a riptide I can’t fight. It sets me on fire, yet it leaves no marks. It swallows me whole, and I crave every second.

He makes me feel alive—painfully, terrifyingly alive. He forces me to exist in ways I never imagined, ways that tear me open and leave me exposed. Every moment with him pulls me deeper into the chaos, into something I can’t escape. And I crave it like a sickness. The freedom he offers isn’t peace; it’s a twisted cage, a glorious kind of destruction that feels like freedom even as it chains me tighter. And I welcome it. I want to drown in it.

An involuntary smirk curls my lips as my gaze lingers on his for a few seconds. And then, I obey without any doubt. I stand up, slowly unzip my dress, and let it fall to the ground, leaving me in just my lace thong.

His dark green eyes savor me, filled with lust and anticipation, but he remains silent. He watches, enjoying the way the fabric glides over my curves before it falls away, leaving me exposed before him.

“All of it,” he growls, his voice low and commanding.

I glide my fingers slowly along the side of my thong, pulling it lower until it falls.

I step into the tub, the warm water splashing against my skin as I lower myself behind him. His broad back leans against me. I can feel the tension in his muscles. My hands rest on his inked shoulders for a moment, and he lets out a low growl.

“What are you planning, little rose?” He gives me a sidelong glance over his shoulder.

“You’re always the one in control,” I whisper in his ear. “Maybe it’s time to show you what I can do.”

“Go on, then. Impress me.”

He leans back into me slightly, giving me access. I feel his cock twitch under the water, already hard and waiting.

“You’re so ready for me. You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Me to take care of you.” I lick his ear, watching his skin pebble with goosebumps. “To treat you like you’re my king.”

“Don’t get cocky. Do it.”

I bite my lip. Even his commands are laced with need.

My hands trail lower, brushing over his abs until they dip beneath the water. My fingers wrap around him, and his sharp intake of breath makes me smile.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses.

“You like that?” I mutter in his ear as I stroke him slowly, feeling his cock pulse in my hand. He tilts his head back, his jaw tight as he fights to keep his composure.

“Don’t play with me, Katerina.”

“You’re mine right now, Cain. Let me take care of you.”

I press a kiss to the side of his neck, my free hand running up his chest as I continue to stroke his hard length.

“Harder,” he growls.

I obey, gripping him tighter, moving faster. His hand comes up to grab my thigh, holding me against him.

“Look at you,” I whisper, stroking quicker. “Falling apart in my hands. Just like you make me.”