Chapter 23
It’s been two days. Somehow, I’ve kept it together and haven’t gone to her room or said a word, even though I’ve thought about it more times than I can count. I’ve thought about what I’d do if I let myself.
She hasn’t made a move, either—no accidental run-ins. It’s like we’re both waiting.
But this shit needs to end.
Now I’m even more certain that no other woman can compare to Kate?ina.
Nothing can compare to the way her eyes light up when she’s happy or excited.
No wonder she took on all the jobs and photoshoots.
That wasn’t on me. She made it on her own, because she’s a goddamn goddess—and I’m running back to her temple like a fool.
I knock on the door, waiting for her to reply.
“Come in,” she says softly.
Without hesitation, I open the door and enter her room.
Her feline eyes widen. “Hey,” she breathes, trying to hide her excitement. But it’s there. I can see it.
Oh my, what do we have here? Despite all the clothes in the huge closet, she chose to dress in my white shirt—and nothing else. Just that and her black lace thong.
Fuck.
She seems delicious, and I want to eat her already.
“Hey,” I say and close the door behind me.
There’s no actual reason for this visit. I just wanted to see her. That fucking simple.
She doesn’t talk, but her eyes flick between mine and then the floor.
“Forgot to do the laundry?” I ask.
“What?”
“Didn’t you have anything else to wear?”
“Oh, uhm …” She scratches her brow. “Does it bother you?”
I chuckle as I walk closer to her. “No. It suits you better than me.”
“It’s just comfortable.”
I hum, letting the silence swallow her whole. She’s a liar, but right now, I don’t care. Not when she pretends to hate me, but when I’m not looking, she’s dressed in my clothes.
After a few long seconds of fidgeting, she lets out a sharp breath and looks at me.
“So, what is it?”
I raise a brow. “I beg your pardon?”
“Why did you come here?”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
She scoffs and crosses her arms. “Since when are you so caring?”
That is an excellent question for which I don’t have the answer. Maybe I should say something dark enough and let it hang in the air. See what she says.
“Since I understood you’re the only weakness I’d kill to keep.”
I mean every word of it and more.
She hesitates. “Oh …”
The mere sight of her weakens me to my core, yet at the same time, she ignites a savage, animalistic craving that I relish with twisted delight. This duality corrodes my sanity, yet somehow, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.
I walk across the room, sit on the edge of the bed, and speak again.
“I haven’t seen you dancing since you came here.”
There’s no actual reason for this chat. I just want to listen to her talking. See if she’ll lie or if she already knows she doesn’t love it anymore. Because I do.
“How do you … ?” I give her a sidelong glance. “Right.”
She remains silent for a few seconds, her eyes roaming on the floor. “It’s not possible to know everything about me.”
“Try me.”
“What’s my favorite color?”
“Pink. Not just any pink, though. You like baby pink.”
“My favorite food.”
“Chicken schnitzel.”
“Favorite fruit.”
“Clementine and cherries.”
“When is my birthday?”
“March 6. You’re a Pisces.”
A soft smile crosses her lips. Oh, baby, you have no idea what I know about you.
“What about you?” she asks.
“What about me?”
“When is your birthday?”
“November 11.”
“And how old are you?”
“Thirty-three.”
She gives me a sly side glance. “So you were around when the pyramids were built?”
I mask the flicker of surprise and the twisted amusement she stirs in me, rolling my eyes in response. She lets out a loud laugh, her face shining like something priceless.
“Now, tell me about dancing. It’s probably the one thing I don’t know.”
Her expression shifts in an instant, and she exhales slowly, eyes dropping back to the ground.
“I haven’t thought of dancing in a long time.
Of course, I never had real lessons, but I always tried to sneak some glances on TV or videos of how they do it.
” She paces slowly and sits next to me. “And to be honest, I think I’m good at it. ”
Such a fearless girl.
I look at her. “But don’t you miss it?”
“No. Not anymore.” She shakes her head. “My life is completely different now.”
She says the words, but I don’t see anything negative in her eyes. I don’t see fear, stress, or resistance. I dare say I see acceptance and a bit of joy.
That’s why I’m here, little rose. I want to decay your mind until my madness feels like sanity.
“I was always curious, r??i?ko.” I cross my arms and tilt my head. “Will you teach me?”
“Teach you what?”
“How to dance.”
“What? No!”
There’s a faint smile on her full, juicy lips. Of course she wants to do it. She’s flattered by my request. Little does she know that I meant it. Sort of. I want to dance with her; I want to touch her and pretend it’s innocent to see what and how she really needs me.
“Come on,” I insist, taking out my phone and searching for a song.
“No!”
“Yes. I found it,” I say proudly.
The song plays on my phone, and she pauses, trying to work out which one it is.
“Oh, that song,” she says, her cheeks blushing.
“Elvis always knew how to do it,” I say, standing up and straightening my white cotton shirt. “Would you give me the honor of this dance, little rose?” I extend my hand.
She smiles involuntarily, her pale blue eyes squinting with joy. “Yes.”
Her delicate hand rests in my palm for a few seconds as my eyes scan her sexy face.
I pull her closer until her body collides with mine. My hand slides to the small of her back while she holds my shoulder softly, as if she’s scared to touch me more.
I lead the dance, slow and steady, following the rhythm.
“I’m impressed, Mr. Manson.”
“How so?”
“You dance, you speak Czech. It’s not a very common language to learn.”
“I have many hidden talents,” I say, pulling her closer and eliciting a soft gasp of surprise from her.
Fuck, she’s so damn hot.
“No, seriously. Why Czech?”
I lean in closer, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “I wanted to impress you, so I learned fast.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Well, that … and so you wouldn’t be able to hide anything from me in your native language.”
She giggles softly, her head tilting up, her lips hovering over mine. “You are impossible.”
“And irresistible.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Then the song ends, and we stop dancing, but the fire between us keeps burning.
I trace the curve of her jaw with my fingers. “What I know is, when you really want someone, you don’t just wait around. You find out everything about them. You figure out how to fit in, no matter what it takes.”
Once again, I mean every word I say. Maybe in my twisted way, but it’s true.
Her eyes linger on mine for a bit longer as if trying to process what I just said. She rises on her toes, grabs the nape of my neck, and pulls me to kiss her. I do. I kiss her without any shred of hesitation or resistance, but I let her think she has the upper hand.
Her lips are soft against mine at first, but as the kiss deepens, they’re hungry and greedy, begging for more.
I can barely hold myself from slamming her against the wall and fucking her until she forgets her own name, but I need to hold back.
I want to see her side. I want to see that hungry, desperate look in her eyes.
My hands, trembling with restraint, settle on her waist. She presses right up against my cock, already hard, already twitching for her.
She has no idea how close I am to losing it. Fuck, I want to tear her open, to bury myself in her so deep she won’t remember what it is like not to be full of me.
She takes her sweet fucking time with the buttons, one by one, dragging her fingers along my chest like she thinks she’s in control. Our mouths part, but her eyes stay locked on mine. She pushes me back onto the bed, and I go willingly, propped on my elbows, savoring the show.
She crawls toward me, sensually and predatory, like she owns every inch of space between us. And fuck, it works.
I bite back a curse as her hips sway. When she reaches me, her mouth hovers over mine, close enough for her breath to warm my lips, but she still doesn’t kiss me.
My cock strains against my jeans, and her eyes flick down. She sees what she’s done. A smug little smile touches her lips.
She drags her nails down my chest. “You’re not like any other man out there,” she mutters seductively, her eyes still fixed on mine.
“No, little rose. I am the monster willing to slit the throat of anyone who has ever made you miserable, even for a second. I am the one willing to burn my entire life to ash to keep you chained to me, no matter how much of you it breaks.”
“Are you that selfish?”
“Yes.”
She pauses for a second or two. “Maybe I’m already too broken to be afraid.”
I brush my knuckles against her jawline as a sinister smirk spreads across my lips.
“Not yet, moje krásná.”
My beautiful little rose.
Beautiful in every way that burns me. She’s pure enough to worship, filthy enough to sin for, and unholy enough to make damnation feel like a gift.
“But be sure that you will break for me, Kate?ina.”
My phone rings. Damn it.
My eyes drift involuntarily to it. Bruce.
God, I hate this guy. I’m looking forward to the day that I’ll tear his useless head off his stupid body, and I will enjoy it more than usual—for no apparent reason. I just don’t like him.
As much as I’m dying to stay here and fuck her until she can’t walk, Bruce never calls me. He doesn’t have the balls to, and now my curiosity has reached its peak. Maybe they found something.
She scrunches her face and lowers her eyes so I won’t see it.
“Go. They’re waiting for you.”
I remain still for a few seconds, drilling into her eyes. With a swift motion, I snatch her waist, spin her around, bring her beneath me, and slide between her thighs. A soft gasp escapes her lips, but she’s not afraid. I can see it clearly in her eyes. She’s fucking horny under my touch.
Change of plans.
I take off her lace thong, curl it in my palms, and inhale it. Fuck, she smells divine. I toss it aside and lower myself, pressing my lips between her thighs.
She doesn’t talk; she merely moans softly, driving me crazy. My tongue trails lower, worshiping every inch of her firm and lean legs.
“God, you’re perfect,” I say in between the kisses on her insteps and arches.
I worship this woman. I worship every inch of her body, every emotion of her mind, and every splinter of darkness she tries to bury.
“Shouldn’t you go?” she says softly.
“Not before I get a taste of what’s mine.” Slowly, I move higher, forcefully spreading her legs with my hands. “I want to see what kind of a mess you’ve made because of me.”
She lets out a hum of pleasure, her hips already bucking closer to me, eagerly waiting for more.
I lean in and lick slowly up her already-soaked pussy. Her head snaps back, her moans already loud and clear.
“Oh, God,” she pants, her nails digging into the sheets.
I suck hard at her clit. Fuck, she’s something else. A guttural groan tears from my throat. Her taste drives me fucking insane.
“This sweet, messy little pussy is fucking mine.”
She squirms, but I grab her hips and pin her in place. She’s not going anywhere tonight.
“No running now.”
I flatten my tongue and lick her again, harder this time, then suck her clit into my mouth and roll it slowly between my lips. She jerks as a little whimper slips from her throat. That sound goes straight to my cock.
I press her thighs wider and pin her open, like I’m starving and she’s the only thing that’ll feed me. She tries to grind against my face, but I lock her down.
“No,” I growl. “You won’t use me, darling. I’m using you. I’m eating this pussy how I want it.”
She moans like that shatters her. I spit on her, rub it in with my thumb, then slap her pussy once.
“Dirty little thing,” I say. “You like it when I hit it?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, do it again!”
So I do. I slap her again, then bury my face in her, licking circles around her clit, then dragging lower to taste everything. She’s dripping down into my mouth.
I fuck her with my tongue, deep and filthy, and when she starts shaking, I add a finger. Then another. I slide them slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from her, as her walls pulse like she’s about to come just from that.
“You gonna come?” I ask, voice low, eyes fixed on her. “Right here on my tongue like the dirty girl you are?”
She nods fast, biting her lower lip.
“Do it. Come for me. Right fucking now.”
I suck harder. My tongue doesn’t stop. Her legs tremble around my head. She cries out as her climax hits, pulsing through her.
But I don’t stop. I’m not done.
“Again,” I tell her.
My mouth stays on her. My fingers spread her wider as I fuck her with my tongue, drawing circles over her clit until she’s sobbing from overstimulation.
“Please,” she cries. “I can’t—”
She’s still twitching when I push her knees higher. Her pussy’s throbbing, and I spit on it again just to hear her whimper.
“Look at this mess,” I say. “And I haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”
She looks fucking beautiful, and I fucking love it.
“Cain, I’m—” she pants, her fingers pulling my hair harder. “I’m coming again!”
Another orgasm crashes through her. She arches off the bed, her thighs tightening around my head, but I growl and hold her still, licking her through it like I’ll never stop.
When her body stops jerking, I finally do.
My face is soaked. I bring my fingers in my mouth and suck her off them, then off my lips.
“You taste like sin.” I lean in and lick her bottom lip, her breath hammering against me. “I’m not done with you. When I come back, I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want.”
She doesn’t answer, but she nods with a broken smile.
I love the way she surrenders and accepts that she’s my little plaything.
But for now, I need to see what Bruce has to say.