Page 25 of Cain

He hums, clenching his teeth. I hate him. And I hate myself for caving to his touch.

He lets go of me and takes a step back, his eyes fixed on mine. His body is exactly the way I pictured it underneath his clothes. He’s lean and athletic, with a well-defined physique. His muscles are prominent, like those of a dancer. He looks strong. Very strong.

His chest is smooth and hairless, highlighting the definition of his muscles. A thin, dark blonde line of hair starts just below his belly button and trails down to his crotch, subtle but undeniably alluring.

He finally steps out of the shower. His upper back is almost covered with tattoos. Abstract designs, like claw marks, spread across his broad shoulder blades, ascending to his nape, not high enough to not be concealed by a turtleneck, hiding the essence of who he really is.Of what he really is …

For he is a monster. A true barbarian.

Cain

I march inside my bedroom,sighing heavily, trying to calm myself.

Bringing her to mind again makes it even harder for me to focus. Her sweet moans, the way her luscious lips struggled to keep shut and not beg for more. Oh, the way she shuddered into my hands. So powerless, so greedy.

Her scent is still lingering on my fingers, and I can’t keep them away from my lips to taste her again. That fucking turn-on scent I’ve craved for so long.

She smells like roses. She tastes like roses. So fresh and velvety.

I want more. I need more …

I step into the shower, needing to relive vividly what I made her go through. I need to hear her moans again,feel her quivering body tensing in my hands. Fuck, how weak she was.

The way she gasped when I pushed my fingers inside her. The heat of her. The way she tightened around me, losing fucking control because of me. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding against my hand, moaning like a needy little thing. Completely at my mercy.

I let the hot water drip on my skin as my hand rests against the tile wall. I don’t want it to rinse her flavor. I’m already hard again. Hard for her.

I grab my cock and groan at just the thought of her. My fingers are covered with precum as I stroke myself slowly, picturing that it’s she who’s teasing me. Fuck, this won’t last for long.

I can still feel the tremble of her body and the goosebumps on her skin. I can still hear her groans reverberating in my ears. Her greedy hands claw my skin, asking for more.

“Your little pussy belongs to me,” I mutter as I grip my cock harder into my palm.

My chest tightens and my pulse quickens as the image of her, desperately begging me to fuck her violently and ruin her the way I want, flashes across my mind.

I stroke myself faster, impatient for my climax. I close my eyes and see myself grabbing her hips and thrusting into her as she screams my name repeatedly. Like my little fuck-toy. My little whore.

“Fuck.” I groan, my muscles tightening as the idea consumes me. I speed up, stroking my cock more violently as I return my fingers to my mouth, savoring her little pussy one last time.

I move quickly and hard, letting out a growl as her name slips from my lips.

My breathing is shallow. My heart races faster than ever before.

She is mine. All mine.

And the next time I touch her, I’ll make sure she never forgets it.

Even though the struggle was impossible, I managed to behave throughout the night and stay in my room like a fucking good boy. I didn’t sleep, not even for a minute, knowing that only a few walls are separating me from her. I couldn’t stay still. I smoked a lot, took three cold showers, and nearly broke the mirror in the bathroom.

Today, work was unbearable. Slow, almost painful. The struggle not to kill my employees for asking pathetic questions or being useless for the hundredth time was real. They are stupid pieces ofshit.

A few times, I sneaked a glance at the camera in her room to check on her. Those moments were the only highlights of my extremely boring day.

She seemed bored as well. She tried on a few clothes and, of course, she kept on some plain jeans and a loose pink sweater. Her ignorance and innocence only make it all more entertaining for me. She had no idea I’d been watching her every move, stalking her every minute of the day. And damn, the way her body moves, so effortlessly alluring, drives me crazy.

I drag my final pull from my cigarette, fling it on the ground, and enter my basement. What comes after a long and tedious time at work? A good kill.

Everything looks at its place, plastic sheets covering the entire place, ready for the upcoming massacre.