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CHAPTER 31

CAINE

W e came back as early as possible. After I was forced to watch Drew sneak into Max’s house and fuck her while I wasn’t able to do a fucking thing about it, I snapped. I almost broke down Adam’s hotel room door insisting that we needed to head back immediately.

If he had told me no, I would’ve left without him.

The drive back gave me time to plan. I told her I would leave her alone and wouldn’t touch her until she wanted me to, until she begged me. While part of me is thinking of going back on my word, the other part wants to see this through. To watch the defeat in her face as she begs for my cock to fill her.

I show up to her house, but she’s not there and a spike of annoyance runs through me, wondering where the fuck she could be. My first thought is that she’s with the man I was forced to watch her with. I decide I need to pay Drew a visit, because we may have had somewhat of an agreement the night we both were there, but the bastard took it too far. That’s why when he opens his front door, I can’t stop my fist from flying into his face. I look around for Max, but I don’t see her anywhere. She doesn’t come running out, and knowing she isn’t here doesn’t make my anger lessen.

“Fuck you!” he yells, his hand cupping his bleeding nose.

“You’re a fucking asshole. You took advantage of me being gone and fucked her.” I go to hit him again, but he manages to fight back, narrowly avoiding the blow.

I smile at the impromptu fight between us, and it feels better than the supposed competition I was in yesterday. Several minutes go by with neither of us submitting. I get close after getting a solid arm bar around him, but he’s able to maneuver his way out of my grip, pissing me off.

“Fuck off and talk to me for a second.” Drew shoves my chest when I try to come at him again.

My chest is heaving with heavy breaths, but not because I’m tired. It’s from the adrenaline flooding my system, leaving me wondering if maybe this will be the day I commit my first murder. I wouldn’t say Drew and I are necessarily friends, but we haven’t hated each other. That may change now, because I really feel like I could kill him.

“What the fuck is your deal?” He wipes his nose, the bleeding easing slightly, but his hands are covered in it.

“You should already know what my deal is. I know what you were busy doing with Max.”

The slow smile that spreads across his face has me ready to punch him again. Maybe this time I’ll try and knock out some of his teeth. I’m sure Max wouldn’t be interested in him with his front teeth missing.

“Oh, you saw that, did you? Did you hear the way she asked me to fuck her? Even while she was unconscious,” he teases.

“And you try to say I’m fucked up. At least I fuck her awake and give her a chance to fight back.” I move my head from side to side, stretching my neck to try to relieve some of the tension that’s been there since I watched the live feed of them last night.

“She woke up, don’t worry about that. And even then, she didn’t do much fighting. She was too busy coming and covering my cock in her hot, sweet cunt.”

I clench my fist tighter, the rage building inside me—I’m going to lose it. This is all so new for me, feeling so strongly about a woman, the urge to kill for her. The urge to do fucking anything for her. The fact that she doesn’t feel the same and is letting someone else take what’s mine is fucking me up even more.

“You think she wants you then? Think you’ll be enough for her even after she asked for us both to fuck her?” I have an idea that makes me slightly less murderous. Mostly because it’s a competition, and I always win.

“I think she wants me more than you, and that you will never be enough for her,” he retorts. I want to deny it because I know I could be enough for her.

I could be more than enough. I could give her everything she never knew she needed, and she would learn to love it all. I’m obsessed with her. I can make sure she’s just as obsessed with me. I could kidnap her, hold her hostage and make her see that. But I won’t because this may be more fun, a way to prove that I’m enough and prove that she wants me just as much.

“What if we make her choose? What if we show her what it’s really like with each of us, then leave it up to her,” I suggest.

“We have, and she still says she doesn’t want you, but she shows me that she wants me.” He can’t keep the smug as shit smile off his face.

“No. She won’t know who is who.” I smirk at the confused expression on his face.

Yeah, this may only make me seem like more of a psychopath, but I don’t care. I know Max wants me. I know I can give her what she needs, what she craves. And I know that she said she wanted us both to fuck her, but I can give her that too…sex toys exist for a reason.

I’m going to prove it to her and prove it to Drew. And I know one thing for sure—I’m going to fucking win.