13. Viviana
Viviana
M y entire body tingles. It has been hours since Cain carried me up the stairs to my apartment over his shoulder.
I’ve been on the edge of an orgasm for so long I’ve lost track of time, but it’s starting to get dark out from what I can see through my window.
I thought Cain would use his twenty-four hours to spend the entire time having sex with me as many times as he wanted, but he’s sitting there still wearing all of his clothes.
My back arches and my thighs tremble when he runs the vibrator across my clit again. It’s only there for a moment before he pulls it away once more. I gave up begging for release what felt like an eternity ago. Now I just lay here in a pool of my own arousal and sweat.
Cain switches off the vibrator and tosses it aside. “It’s getting late, and you’ve been such a good girl for me today. So I’ll let you come before we go to bed.”
I try to say… something but all that comes out are unintelligible noises that I hope come across happily. Cain smiles smugly down at me. It must feel nice to reduce someone to such an absolute mess.
I’m so boneless that I don’t even try to move when he unties my ankles from the footboard.
When he settles his shoulders between my thighs my cheeks warm, knowing he’s getting an up close look to how turned on I am right now.
On the bright side, he doesn’t seem to notice as he hitches my legs over his shoulders.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when his tongue rolls over my clit.
He’s teasing as he delivers gentle brushes over the ball of nerves, sending shocks shooting through my entire system.
It’s embarrassing how close to the edge I already am after his continued torture.
When he pulls his mouth away, I grunt in disappointment.
A soft chuckle leaves Cain as he takes two fingers, dragging them up between my folds to circle my clit a few more times.
When his fingers lower to find my entrance, slowly pushing inside, my mouth falls open.
The walls of my pussy clench around his fingers greedily and he’s not even moving them yet.
The moment his tongue makes contact with my clit again, I know he’s finally done teasing.
There’s a directness that wasn’t there as he edged me for hours.
My back bows and I groan out loud, but I fight to hold off my release. “Please Sir, can I come now?”
His fingers curl inside me and my eyes cross. My breath stops in my chest as I hold back as long as I can. I can hardly contain it as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. But then his mouth pulls away from my core and he mutters, “Yes, you c…”
Before he even gets a chance to finish his sentence, I finally explode.
The pent-up sexual frustration that has driven me crazy for hours breaks and I finally get what I wanted.
My vision whites out and I loose all track of time as my soul finds a way to settle back into my body.
I’m not sure where it went, but it definitely left this plane of existence for a moment.
The next thing that I notice is that I’m boneless on the bed and my breathing is heavy.
At some point while I was literally struggling to figure out if I was dying, Cain managed to untie my wrists.
His hand pets soothingly down my thigh as my breathing starts to even out.
“You were such a good girl,” he coos softly.
Without giving me any notice, he stands from the bed and walks out of my bedroom.
I guess I never considered whether Cain was the soft cuddly type after sex, but after the others I’d just come to expect it.
I’m considering how I’ll manage to grow my bones back so I can get up and go get washed off, because this bed is gross and there’s no way I can sleep in a puddle of my own sweat and arousal.
But I don’t get too far in my planning before the door opens again and Cain walks back in.
He walks right over to me without a word before scooping me up into his arms. I don’t have the strength to fight him on it, and even if I did there are a lot worse places to be than pressed against Cain’s chest.
I’m not sure if I passed out for a moment or if Cain just walks really fast, because one moment we’re in my bedroom and the next he’s holding me in the bathroom where there is a bubble bath filling up the tub. “Can you stand, princess?”
I shake my head, not even trying to use my words.
A soft snort leaves Cain but he doesn’t say anything.
He just carefully lowers me into the waist high warm water, not caring that the cuffs of his shirt are getting wet.
After I’m settled into the water, he stays crouched down next to the tub with his forearms resting against the edge, water droplets falling from his fingertips as he watches me.
“Will you be okay in here if I leave you alone for a moment?”
I nod my head slowly but don’t say anything. I’ll be fine if he leaves, but I really don’t want him to. I’d rather he stay here with me. He watches my face and his eyes narrow before he grips my chin and turns my face toward his. “If you need something princess, you have to ask.”
My eyes close on a long blink. “I don’t want to be alone,” I admit.
The grip he has on my chin softens and his thumb brushes against my cheek softly. “That’s all you needed to say. I won’t go anywhere.”
He leans in and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
Standing abruptly, he pulls his cellphone from his pocket and types into it for a few moments before setting it on the counter.
When he starts to unbutton his shirt, my breath hitches in my throat.
Slowly, he reveals each inch of his chest. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on and I’m riveted, determined to have the sight permanently burned into my memory.
The muscles of his chest are flawless. The freckles that spatter the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks are spotted over his chest as well and his abs are defined, though not as much as Sloane’s.
When he pulls the open shirt off his shoulders, I see the small circular scar on his left one and a gasp must leave me because his eyes find mine, and I realize where I’m looking.
He looks down at the scar that could only have been left from a bullet and grins at it fondly, “Yeah, after six years in the FBI without ever being shot, I get shot protecting Zane from some thug who tried to hire us to kill his pregnant mistress.”
“What a figlio di puttana? 1 . Tell me the bastardo? 2 is dead,” I demand, somehow finding the energy to get worked up.
Cain grins at me, he fucking grins. The man that usually has a permanent scowl on his face is grinning at me.
This man has no right to get even more attractive, yet he has the audacity to light up his entire face with a smile.
“Calm down principessa? 3 , he’s been dead for two years.
You can get rid of the murderous expression on your face. ”
I wipe the expression off my face. I used to be a lot better about hiding my thoughts, but these men make it so easy to feel normal that I haven’t been watching my reactions like I used to.
Somehow, I miss Cain unbuttoning and slipping out of his pants, because when he walks toward the tub he’s in nothing but a pair of boxers.
I’m so surprised by the sight that I don’t even object when he helps me slide forward in the tub and slips in behind me.
I might literally faint again. Cain Price is in the bath with me. What my heartsick thirteen-year-old self would say to me now… I can’t even imagine.
I’m boneless against his chest and all I can say is that bathing with Cain Price was not on my bingo card for this year.
When he reaches over to grab my loofa and the body wash on the edge of the tub, I expect him to hand them to me.
But no, this man squeezes out a dollop of soap onto the fluffy pink loofa and starts to wash me.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. How I managed to get tickets to see past the pearly gates, I have no idea. But I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Cain carefully washes me, and I let him.
It’s not like I have the strength to even try to stop him, even if I wanted to.
I just lay there as I let him do whatever he wants.
When I’m all clean, he supports my weight and helps me stand.
My legs are not in the mood to hold my body up, but somehow I manage to step out of the tub and onto the bathmat.
Cain is quick to dry me off and wrap the towel around me, and his boxers are dripping water so he grabs another towel to wrap around his waist.
My steps are slow as he tries to lead me out of the bathroom, and we only get halfway to the door before he scoops me up and carries me back into my bedroom. I’m surprised to find that the bed has been changed and there’s a stack of clothes on one corner for the both of us.
Apparently my face isn’t hiding my confusion because Cain answers my unasked question. “I had Nox change the bed and bring me some clothes. I guess he pulled you some out too.”
I think back to when Cain was going to leave me in the tub. I’d been afraid he wouldn’t come back, but now I realize he was going to do this himself. I can’t help the slow smile that forms over my lips. “Nox is definitely a mother hen.”
Cain just responds by giving me that damn smirk again.