Page 71 of Cain

“Why?”

“Because—”

“I’m yours,” I interrupt him. I don’t mean it. I simply completed the sentence I knew he was about to say.

I know what I just did. I just gave him permission to do whatever he wants to me. I just surrendered myself to him completely, and there’s no way to undo it, no way to escape. I’ve offered him myself, and now I am nothing but his to destroy.

His eyes roam over my face, scanning and observing. Slowly, he slides his hands over my collarbone, carefully tracing down my already slightly unbuttoned shirt.

He leans in closer. “Repeat it,” he whispers, his breath pounding against my lips.

I don’t. I don’t tell him to stop. I don’t push him away.

I should. But when his fingers tilt my chin up, and his lips hover just a breath away from mine, my resolve shatters.

He takes off my shirt and shorts, leaving me bare beneath his gaze. I can’t resist mirroring him. With hesitant fingers, I fumble at his buttons, my movements shaky and a bit awkward.

“You are mine,” he growls.

I nod. “I am yours.”

Now I mean it.

And then he kisses me.

It’s not soft or hesitant. It’s violent, like he’s devouring something he already owns. He pushes me onto the bed without breaking our kiss, sliding between my legs as I kiss him back with equal fervor.

A soft moan escapes me as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. His hands grip my thighs rougher, pulling them around him.

What am I doing? Why am I naked, kissing my killer captor? And why do I enjoy it? More than I thought I would. More than I should.

He tangles his fingers through my long hair and grips it tightly. “Take off my pants.”

Unable to break away from his imposing gaze, I reach for his leather belt, my fingers brushing against his skin. I undo it slowly, and before I can finish, he yanks it off himself. My breath catches as I unzip his pants, pushing them down, my hands more eager by the second.

His hard cock brushes against my already wet slit, causing a groan of satisfaction from both of us.

He grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. “It’s not going to be easy, little rose,” he grunts in between our fervent kisses. I wrap my legs around his waist until his body crushes against mine.

“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you,” he whispers as the tip of his cock brushes my entrance.

“I want to feel you deep inside of me.”

He licks my neck, trailing soft kisses lower as he sucks gently on my collarbone.

He looks at me. “Nowshowme how roughly you want me to fuck you.”

Oh God. I feel so embarrassed right now. I don’t do dirty-talking; this is not me. I pause for a moment, locking my gaze with his.

Then, I take his hand and gently place it over my mouth. That’s it. I just completely submitted myself to him.

A wide, sinister smirk of pleasure spreads across his well-shaped lips.

“On all fours. Now.”

He pulls back, and I obey without question. I grip the fabric headboard, my back arching as I wait, trembling with anticipation.

His hands glide slowly over my hips, and I feel his admiring eyes roam over my body. He leans in, brushing his lips over the shell of my ear, his cock on my slit again.