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I hear feet padding across the floor, and my heart races in anticipation. I squirm impatiently until he returns to push lubed fingers inside of me a few slow times before he breaches me with his cock. As if that isn’t enough to drive me crazy, he reaches around to stroke my erection again.

When I get too shaky, teetering on the edge of detonating, he stops moving and squeezes me at the base of my cock.

“Jesus Christ,” I mumble, white-knuckling the counter.

“I know, baby. I want to stay buried in you forever.”

He thrusts deep, and my weak legs tremor beneath me. There's too much sensation. Cain is everywhere. His tongue and teeth dragging over my skin. One hand jerking me. The other holding my hip so I don’t bang into the edge of the counter as he begins to fuck into me with purpose.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Shit. Cain.”

“No coming until I say so.” He growls, slamming his hips to my ass, shooting sparks of pleasure through me.

His pace is brutal, fast and hard just like I need. But I’m far too close. I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want us to be over. Not when I’ve just started breaking through his steel walls.

“I can’t,” I force out between moans. “You’re too good. So good.”

Cain drags me up off the counter, wrapping his arm around me to pull me tight against his chest. He’s got me restrained and mewling uncontrollably as he fucks up into me.

“You can. You take me so well, baby,” he praises. “So hot and tight and perfect for me.”

“Oh no. I’m gonna come.” I tip my head back on his shoulder, bracing for the orgasm that’s already curling my toes and causing a full-body shudder.

Cain stops moving. His hand tightens around the base of my dick. “Don’t you fucking do it, Ezra. I didn’t give you permission.”

“Cain,” I whine, trying to wriggle in his hold. “Please.”

He pulls out of me.

“Oh, come on!”

Spinning me around, he heaves me up over his shoulder. He smacks my ass, and I reach down to squeeze his cheeks, earning a snarl that causes me to giggle.

“Only fair,” I mumble.

He throws me down onto his bed. Shit, I think he might be broken. He’s staring down at me with madness blazing in his dark eyes, his shirt ripped open, pants undone to show off his proud cock.

He strips off his clothes and descends on me, claiming my mouth as he plunges his cock inside of me without warning. I whimper against his lips. My cock weeps on my stomach as I try to hold back the building pressure in my spine.

Cain grips my hair, tilting my head so he can drag his hot mouth down my neck.

“Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry,” I whisper, right before I erupt, shooting cum between us, my ass clamping down on his cock. The orgasm hits me hard enough to darken my vision for a few seconds of bliss.

“Ezra.” Cain groans, and then his hips are jerking erratically as he hits his climax, his warmth spilling inside of me.

We don’t make it out of bed to clean up. Just collapse in a sweaty, messy heap and pass the fuck out.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

EZRA

Iwake up to the apartment door clicking shut.

Mornings without Cain suck, but I can’t mope around. I slip on a t-shirt and ripped black jeans before stepping out into the kitchen to find a mug of hot coffee and a plate of french toast on the counter.

My heart swoops in my chest. He fucking spoils me.

After devouring the meal, I head for the gun range. There’s nothing quite like unloading explosives at paper targets shaped like aliens with dumb faces. I imagine they’re Gabriel or his masked cronies or predators, like the man who bought me and locked me away for his own personal, sadistic enjoyment.