Chapter 28 Kateřina
There are no words for how happy I feel right now—like a little girl again. It’s horrible, if you really think about it, given the circumstances, but it is what it is. There’s nothing that can spoil my mood at the moment.
He walks out of the office, and I follow closely, tiptoeing, barely breathing. I’m sure nothing could shake his mood, but I have to be sure.
We run into Landon in the hallway just before the door. “I’m heading out. Keep your eyes open.”
Landon leans against the wall like he owns the place, arms crossed and that damn crooked smirk playing on his lips. “Any special orders about our little guest, boss?” His eyes flick to me. God, this man has something that makes my skin crawl.
“My guest,” Cain growls. Landon’s smirk falters. “She’s coming with me.”
“What? But she’s a captive …”
Cain lets out a low chuckle, one of those that actually terrifies me, and prowls closer to Landon. Landon straightens his posture like a soldier, waiting.
He pulls out his gun, presses it against Landon’s jaw, and stares down at him. “What she is, what she isn’t, is not yours to question. That’s mine to decide.”
Landon’s breath stutters. His jaw tightens, but his wide brown eyes don’t move.
They remain locked on Cain. “Next time you speak out of turn, especially about her, I won’t just put a hole in your skull.
I’ll paint the fucking walls with you, then make you the reason Eleanor has to mop brains off the ceiling. ”
“Cain,” I breathe.
He shushes me without even looking my way.
My God, his duality drives me crazy. He goes from an angel to worse than the devil himself.
I don’t do anything to stop him. There’s no need. I know he won’t kill him. So I watch, silently.
Landon’s eyes linger on Cain’s for a moment longer before he responds. “Copy that.”
Cain slowly backs off and tucks his gun back into his waistband.
“Let’s go,” he says without looking at me. Unlike Cain, Landon’s eyes remain fixed on me as I walk away, as if I’m to blame for his outburst. I know he’s wicked and shady. How can Cain not see through him?
The big front door shuts right behind me. God, I almost forgot how beautiful the garden is. It’s like Eden. Serene and divine.
Cain’s already by the car, wearing his dark sunglasses and holding the passenger door open, waiting for me to come closer.
And damn, this car looks opulent as hell. Black, spotless, glistening under the setting sun with black tinted windows. But still, it’s him I can’t take my eyes off.
I stroll closer, unable to hide the soft smile that curls my lips.
“Get in. Before I change my mind and keep you all to myself, right here.”
My response is a simple giggle. Why didn’t I find the idea so bad?
I slide into the seat, and he closes the door behind me before getting in on the driver’s side.
“Thank you again,” I chirp.
“I don’t say yes often, little rose.” He closes the door and starts the car. “Don’t make me regret it.”
“I won’t.”
He hums quietly, staring into my eyes. “First things first.” He loosens his black tie and ultimately takes it off his neck. “If you’re going to come with me, you don’t get to see where we’re going.” He leans in just slightly, the silk sliding between his fingers. “Not yet.”
He raises the tie slowly and waits to see what I’ll do.
“Is this necessary?”
“Trust first. Answers later.”
I exhale softly and nod, allowing him to blindfold me. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because I want to go outside and don’t want to object to him. Maybe I trust him more than I thought. Perhaps he intrigues me more than he should and more than I am willing to admit.
He carefully slips the tie over my eyes. My breath hitches, but I don’t try to take it off. I hear him approaching, but I remain still, waiting. I can feel his arm looming before me, his hand brushing against my waist as he buckles me in.
At first, he doesn’t say anything.
And for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me.
But he doesn’t.
“Good girl,” he says, voice low.
After that, he pulls back and starts the car.
And here I am, left sitting there, blinded, heart thudding like an idiot, wishing he had kissed me.
We don’t talk the entire drive. It’s pretty long, and every time I try to start a conversation, he doesn’t respond, like he’s focused entirely on the road.
The music he chooses pulls me in; I can’t deny that. It’s mostly piano pieces without any lyrics, but there are also a few calm songs by artists I recognize—or don’t.
I hear the song he played for me on the piano that night, but this time, it’s a remake by Ice Nine Kills. It’s the best cover I’ve ever heard. His taste is undeniably perfect in everything. However, even then, he doesn’t talk.
After a while, the car comes to a stop, and he turns off the engine.
“Here we are.”
“Where is here?” I ask.
He brings his face closer to mine again. “I love the fact that you didn’t take the blindfold off the minute the engine stopped.” His hand slides between my bare thighs, making my breaths uneven. “That means you trust me.”
My breath shakes. What am I supposed to say? His fingers on me make it impossible to focus on talking. I want him to keep going.
“I trust you,” I whisper, before I can hold it back.
He smirks against my cheek. I can almost feel his satisfaction, but I don’t mind. I gave him permission, and now he’s taking it.
His mouth finds my neck, placing a kiss on my jawline and moving higher. His hand slides lower, slipping past the lace, and when his fingers sink into me, I gasp loudly.
“That’s it,” he growls against my ear. “So fucking wet already. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?”
I can’t answer. I’m too far gone already. My mind is clouded, and my body arches into him. I want him. I need him.
His other hand grips my thigh, spreading me wider in the seat.
“Say it,” he demands, thrusting his fingers deeper.
“Yes …” I moan, breathless. “I wanted this. I want you.”
He pulls his fingers from me and drags them across my lips, letting me taste just how wet I am.
I grab his wrist and suck his fingers the same way I want to suck him, causing him to groan with satisfaction.
I lean forward, finding him by instinct. My hands slide to his belt, slow but confident. His breath catches. He doesn’t stop me.
“I have a better idea …” I smirk, settling on my knees.
I grab his hard cock and brush my lips on the tip.
“Fuck, I like this side of you.” He gasps. “Show me what that pretty mouth’s really for.”
“Use me as your little fuck toy.” I smirk and suck his cock roughly, causing louder groans from him.
“You’re such a good little girl.” He tangles his fingers in my loose hair and forces himself deep into my throat. “That’s it. Take your time. I want to feel every inch of that pretty mouth.”
I slide my lips over him, taking him deeper, my tongue swirling around him as I move. His groan deepens, his hips shifting slightly as I hollow my cheeks, creating more pressure.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.” His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper.
Violently, he pulls me up by my hair. “You’re so perfect that I want to fuck every tight hole on your little body.”
I nod. “Do it.”
His lips capture mine in a fervent and rough kiss, his tongue fiercely invading my mouth and his lips sucking mine greedily.
He grabs my hips, spreads my legs, and with a swift motion, he lifts me like I’m a feather and pulls me onto him.
His cock thrusts inside me ruthlessly, eliciting loud gasps from both of us.
“I want you to fuck me,” he whispers in my ear. “Fuck me until you drown my cock with your cum.”
Violently, he grabs my dress and yanks it down, nearly tearing it off. His tongue slides across my breasts, leaving wet trails behind. God, this feeling is wild.
I won’t be able to hold myself for long. The climax is coming fast. I circle my hips greedily back and forth, my nails sinking into his shoulders.
He grabs both of my wrists and shackles them in his grip behind my back. His other hand tangles in my hair.
“The way your tight little pussy pulsates around my cock drives me insane.” He pulls my head and crashes his lips on mine.
My legs begin to shake with ecstasy, and my moans become louder. Fuck, it’s coming, and it’s stronger than any other time.
“Scream louder. You’re not escaping from me now.”
My body tenses as the climax approaches. Swiftly, he seizes his tie around my eyes and takes it off, then snatches my face and forces me to look at him.
“Look at me. Look at me as you come all over me.”
“C-Ca—” My eyes roll back.
“Say it!”
He grabs my ass and moves me faster.
“Cain, I’m coming!”
He moves me aggressively without changing his speed, making me come all over him. He pulls back and releases on my clit.
Breathless and panting, he slowly grips the nape of my neck, pulls me close, and rests his forehead against mine.
And here we are, breathing each other in, lost in silence, eyes locked with everything unsaid.
This duality is tearing me apart. Either it’s ruining me or making me fall for him, and I’m scared to face the truth. How could I fall for a man like him?
I haven’t raised my eyes to check where he’s brought me. Somehow, I don’t care much. Somehow, all I need to feel butterflies in my stomach is right in front of me.
With gentle moves, he holds the straps of my dress and pulls it up to cover me again. He reaches for the wipes in the car’s glove compartment and cleans his cum from me. His hand lingers on my thigh.
He glances at me with that crooked smirk.
“I told you to fuck me, but I didn’t expect to feel like I got hit by a truck after.”
I huff out a soft laugh, raising my brows. “You asked for it.”
“I guess I did.”
Why is he so cute?!
His hand settles on my hip, and he remains silent for a few more seconds, letting his eyes wander around my face.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I nod. “Then let’s go.”
“You still want to go out?” I falter.
“I didn’t bring you here to fuck you, little rose. That was a bonus.” He winks, making me chuckle.