Page 77 of Cain

“Then tell me, why the hell are you doing this to me?!”

“You stubborn woman—calm down!”

She tries to twist her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Tell me!” she screams.

Fuck it!

I slam my fist against the door right next to her head. “Because I’m the only one who can protect you, damn it!”

She freezes in terror, her pupils dilated, and her light blue eyes lock on me.

“Protect me from who?” she breathes, quieter now, as if she’s afraid to speak any louder.

I stare at her, my grip tightening on her wrists, my face inches from hers. The fear in her voice only makes me more frustrated. More furious. She has no idea.

“The less you know, the safer you are.”

She shakes her head, her eyes filled with tears, her voice breaking again. “This is not fair.”

I snap, my anger boiling over. “What’s not fair is the way your fucking parents used to treat you!” My grip on her wrists tightens even more, pushing her further into the door. “What’s not fair is that you don’t see that everything I do, I do it for you. Because I’m the only one who fucking cares!”

She stares at me, her breath shallow and trembling. “You’re just obsessed.”

I grab her throat and lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Yes, Katerina,” I murmur. “I’m obsessed with you. With the way you pretend you don’t want this.” I spin her around, her back to me, and pressher against the door again. “But you have no idea what you’re awakening in me.”

“You are crazy,” she whispers.

“You were saying otherwise yesterday … and not so long ago, little rose.”

She pants. “I wasn’t myself.”

“Oh, you were,” I whisper in her ear, pulling down her joggers and lace underwear, leaving her almost naked. “In fact, I believe that you’re lacking a very good and rough fucking.”

“Cain, I—” Her lips speak the words, but her body has already caved in, arching her waist closer to me. She doesn’t pull away; she doesn’t fight.

“You said I wasn’t rough enough, but apparently that was a mistake.” I undo my belt and unzip my pants, releasing my cock and letting it brush her already wet core. “This is how you like it.”

I thrust hard, causing a gasp from her lips. “Don’t worry, love.” I grip her hair in a fistful and yank her head back. “This is how I like it, too.”

I thrust.

“Rough.”

Again.

“Violent.”

Again.

“Having you scream my name, torn between pain and pleasure, unable to tell where one ends and the other begins.”

I force her forward, her waist arching painfully as my hands grip her hips.

I thrust again.

“Isn’t it better this way?” I ask, my voice shaking from pleasure.