11. Erica
Aches pulse across my body like I passed out in shattered glass.
The bend of my arm hurts.
The side of my hip.
My throat.
My nipples.
A dull pain and slight burn throb in my pussy and ass.
On the other hand, I can’t remember the last time I was this comfortable.
Fluffy softness covers me like clouds, and something tight and firm is wrapped around me, making me feel safe.
A slow thudding vibrates from beneath me, its steady rhythm calming me.
The fresh scent of fabric softener permeates my nose…
and the smell of tobacco and woodsy cologne.
Oh god .
The feeling of safety goes up in smoke.
I open my eyes and stare right into Cain’s sleeping face barely an inch from mine.
I’m curled up on his fucking chest like we’re lovers and his arms are wrapped around me.
The kidnapping.
The operating theater.
Right, I’m living my own, personal nightmare.
But how did I end up in a king-sized bed?
I press my palms weakly against his shoulder.
“Let me go, asshole!” I croak, my tongue dry and my throat rough.
His lids flutter open, but he doesn’t loosen his grip.
The opposite.
With a lazy smirk, he holds me even tighter.
“Good mornin’, darlin’,” he mumbles, his accent thicker and his voice raspy from sleep.
He lifts his head and presses his soft lips to mine.
Holy shit, the audacity of this guy !
My heart stumbles as I twist and break the kiss.
I vividly remember the most intense orgasm I ever had happening on his operating table, probably multiple in one go.
The memories are like a spike of heated metal piercing my brain.
His cock in my throat and in my pussy.
Then in my ass.
The goddamn sounding rod in—
Didn’t he say he’d kill me if I came?
I shove the images into the furthest corner of my mind.
This is no time to swoon.
This is the time to get angry!
I wriggle pathetically.
The drugs did a number on me, but given our difference in height and strength, I couldn’t fight my way out of his embrace, anyway.
I’m Cain’s plaything, and he can do anything he wants to me.
He’s already proven that.
Twice over.
“Go to hell!” I spit.
Cain is unimpressed by my rage.
“Only if I can take you with me, little dove. Spending the rest of eternity with you would make hell feel like heaven.”
I blush.
Furiously.
For fuck’s sake, why do his lines work on me with a hundred percent success rate?
It’s absurd!
Admittedly being naked on top of him doesn’t help the matter, even if he’s wearing pj bottoms made from a very nice, silky material.
Cain snickers.
“You’re cute when your cheeks get all red. You blush so easily. It makes me wanna tease you more.”
He bucks his hips and his cock hardens against me.
My pussy reacts like clockwork, a pleasure ache winding through my core.
“What do you think this is, Cain?” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“My bedroom.”
I groan, shoving at his chest.
Does he have a smug answer to everything?
But his distraction works, and my eyes scan the large room.
Every detail screams rustic luxury, and if I hadn’t been brought here against my will, it would be paradise to wake up in a cozy place like this.
The walls are paneled with dark wood and log details to match the floor and the exposed ceiling beams.
There’s a stone fireplace across from the bed and a landscape mural above it, mountains and wild forests painted in vivid colors.
The scenery reminds me of his left tattoo sleeve.
A leather armchair and a side table are nestled into the corner by tall windows letting in orange afternoon sun.
An antique vanity stands against the far wall, complete with a matching, upholstered stool.
Around it hangs a collection of cowboy hats in different colors.
“Do you think I’m going to play house with you after you abducted me and put me through the most humiliating, scariest experience of my whole life?” I ask.
He shrugs, the rise and fall of his shoulders shifting me on top of him.
“And the hottest experience.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I shoot back, but unfortunately, he hit the nail on the head.
No trauma response can explain away how wet I was and how hard I came.
There is a disturbing psychological revelation about me somewhere in that whole ordeal, but I choose to disregard it.
I have bigger problems to worry about.
“Why don’t you show a lil gratitude for the orgasm I gave you, darlin’? And for not killing you like I said I would.”
I slap on the fakest smile I can muster, putting buckets of sarcasm into my voice.
“Thank you so, so much, Cain.”
He graces me with a satisfied nod, glossing over the venom in my tone.
“You’re most welcome.”
I glare daggers at him while he sits up, leaning against the headboard to cradle me in his lap.
His warm, comfortable lap.
Fuck him for being so gorgeous and strong.
He pours a glass of water from a lidded pitcher on the nightstand.
From the drawer, he takes a white sachet, ripping it open with his teeth, unwilling to let me go with both arms.
He tilts it above the glass and a yellow tablet drops into the water, starting to fizz and dissolve.
“Drink this,” he says, handing me the glass.
“Electrolytes and vitamins. You need something to help you get back on your feet… unless you want me to carry you everywhere.” He grins.
“Including the shower.”
Why does he care how I am ?
I shoot him another sidelong glance while I down the whole thing at once.
It’s refreshing, that much I have to admit, and I immediately feel more human and less like a parched sponge.
His digits brush mine as he takes the empty glass from me and puts it back on the nightstand.
Meanwhile, I try to disregard the tingles his accidental touches left behind on my skin.
“You have two choices.” He holds up his pointer finger, the other arm still around me.
“One, you can stay down in the basement, but I’ll have to do something to keep you nice and docile. I think I’ll keep you chained to the table and pump you full of drugs to put you in an induced coma. You’ll only be awake when I visit to fuck you until you’re sore.”
I can’t hold back a gasp, my pulse fluttering like a tiny bird is trapped behind my ribs.
Cain’s smirk is wolfish, more like a beast baring its teeth.
His erection throbs against my ass.
“Would you like that, little dove? Would you like to be my fucktoy with one purpose, a motionless doll with holes for me to use?”
“No. Please… please don’t,” I whisper, but wetness seeps from my core.
A lot of it.
I pray I’m not leaking all over him.
I can’t deny that being paralyzed was indeed the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me.
Before I met Cain, I never thought that being used could be so sexy.
A terrifying thought strikes me, short-circuiting my brain.
Has Cain already broken me?
Is this the new me, an unhinged bitch molded into the perfect fuckmeat for this deranged man?
“Then there’s always option two.” He raises a second finger.
“You can be a good girl. Obey me and I’ll give you the kind of life you never dared to dream of, darlin’. And multiple orgasms as a cherry on top. Every damn day.”
His change of attitude gives me whiplash and a dull headache spreads through my skull.
I scoff.
“First, you wanted to harvest my organs and now you’re asking me to move in?”
“What can I say, little dove? I want to own you, and I’m a bad man who gets exactly what he wants. One way or another.”
As much as I secretly enjoyed being his doll, I don’t want to live the rest of my days like that.
I resolve to play along until I find a realistic chance to escape.
“Shit. Okay.” I exhale a sigh.
“I’ll live with you.”
“I knew you’d come to your senses. You’re a smart woman.” A dark note vibrates through his chest as he presses his face into the crook of my neck to kiss me.
“Now, as your doctor…” He shuffles to the edge of the bed and stands up cradling me in his arms.
“I prescribe a shower and a hearty meal.”
“But—”
He seals my lips with his.
Desire and disgust clash in my chest like fire and oil, stoking a blaze in my veins.
When I refuse his tongue entry, he squeezes my jaw until the pain has me opening my mouth to him.
This kiss is brutal, accepting nothing but submission from me, and like a reflex, my hand reaches for his hair.
I pull on it and Cain groans, kissing me harder.
“See, you can be nice.” He gives me another of those shit-eating smirks.
“You just need to listen to my orders and you’ll be fine, darlin’.”
To my dismay, a smile tugs on my lips, too.
I stifle it while the full, catastrophic extent of my situation hits me.
As if being kidnapped and held captive by a crazy doctor—crazy handsome and crazy crazy—isn’t bad enough, my body is hellbent on adding insult to injury.
My heart is shouting no, but my pussy—that traitorous little slip-and-slide bitch—is screaming yes.
I’m so screwed.