Chapter Twenty-One
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I should be more worried about what was going on with Sullie and Dom, about how quickly the conversation was hushed when I walked into the bar this morning. Something was going down, and it was confirmed when Cain texted me, ordering me to stay in the loft. I’d gone down to the bar to see if Sullie needed any help opening today, only to find him and Dom in a quiet conversation.
When I asked them what was going on, they told me not to worry about it.
But I was worried about it, and over the slow hours of the morning, I paced in the living area of the loft countless times.
I tried to busy myself with cleaning, but that failed after ten minutes. I tried not to think about last night, but that failed too, because I started worrying about Cain. This led to my heart skipping a few beats, to memories of us as kids resurfacing, to that night at The Pit, to the night in New York, to the night in Denver when he showed up like the ghost from Christmas past, to Oasis, to the hospital, to the loft, and then finally, to last night. Our entire history played out over the course of just a few minutes and my fear only grew.
Then, I got mad. I was Oasis. Whatever meeting he had to get to, I should’ve been in. I didn’t understand why he left me in bed this morning when I was a part of the team too. When the anger became too much, I picked up the phone and called Mina, demanding answers.
And she gave them to me.
She explained the night Cain came to stay with me at the loft, he’d seen a car lingering down the street, watching us. He’d gotten the plate number and gave it to Sullie, who then passed it on to Casey. The car belonged to an investment banker in Chicago, and at the time, he’d recently gone missing. Then, yesterday, Collin’s wife, Kay, found his body in the alley behind her bakery in Chicago. Mina explained to me that this was a message to Oasis, because that investment banker was apparently one of the ones who worked with The Crew. She then went on to explain that Leon and Cain had a very serious conversation about their past. She said Leon forgave Cain.
I didn’t know that whole story, but when the time was right, I’d ask Cain about it.
There was still so much for us to talk about, and I felt like last night, we’d gotten lost in our desire for each other.
When I’d gotten off the phone with Mina, that was all I could think about: my desire for Cain. The way he said my nickname last night, the way he’d touched me, grabbed me, held me. The way his lips devoured me like he was trying to consume me, body and soul. The way his pale eyes seemed to darken for me as he worked me with his hand.
All at once, I was overwhelmed with arousal, my body tingling with need. I tried distracting myself again by reading a book, but then the handsome villain in the book claimed his heroine, and suddenly, I was picturing Cain and me.
There were other things I could be doing—should be doing. Instead, here I was, standing at the end of the bed, staring down at my toy. My nipples pebbled as I remembered the way Cain stared at them.
Nik, I nearly came at the sight of them as second ago.
Perfect tits, baby. So damn perfect.
I whimpered as I closed my eyes, bringing my hands up, the tips of my fingers brushing over the cotton-covered peaks. At the contact, a zap of pleasure shot down, curling low in my belly. Keeping my eyes closed, I slowly pulled off my shirt and took off my bra. The clothes landed on the floor with a quiet thud, and I brought my hands back to my breasts, cupping them as the image of Cain took over my mind, replaying the memory of him taking a single nipple into his mouth.
I pinched that nipple, biting my lip as my head fell back. “Cain,” I sighed.
The memory continued playing in my head as my other hand snaked down to the apex of my thighs, sliding underneath my leggings and panties.
You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m not touching your sweet pussy.
My fingers were his fingers, spreading my lips and finding my clit. My body twitched at the contact, and my head fell back once more, my fingers rubbing my clit in the same way he had done last night. After a minute or two, I was panting as I opened my eyes, pausing the replay to strip down completely. I had his words and his hand only, but I needed more. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I did.
“For shits and giggles,” I breathed, grabbing the toy, getting onto the bed.
Once there, I dropped down, bracing myself on a forearm as I shoved my hand with the toy in between my legs. Pressing the button with my thumb, the toy turned on, vibrating against my clit as I let out a moan into the blanket.
Fuck yes.
I mentally pressed play on the memory, blending it with my own fantasy, the one with Cain bending me over his Silvia after a race in a darkened parking lot. I circled the toy against my clit for a few moments as his words from last night echoed in my mind.
I love it when you moan for me—scream for me.
He was saying this in my ear now, from behind me as he shoved my jeans down over to my thighs roughly. I whimpered, moving the length of the toy up and down my clit as if I was grinding it on his shaft. “Please,” I begged into the blanket, my free hand fisting it as I turned my head, gasping.
I saw my good girl being a needy little slut, baby. That’s what I saw.
He bent me over the hood of his car, telling me to brace as I heard him undo his belt. A second later, his hand was at my hip, and he was rubbing his shaft against my clit—just like my toy. Reality and fantasy started blending together as I became drunk on my own raw desire.
I needed Cain to fuck me.
I needed him to claim me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, adjusting my hand so the head of the toy was at my entrance.
Is my good girl needy? Does she have a needy pussy?
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Prove it.
I slowly started shoving the toy inside, imaging it was his big, thick, hard cock stretching me. He forced me down to the hood of his car now, the metal still warm from the race as he slowly inched his way into me. Once the toy was all the way in, I moaned again, pulling it out slightly before shoving it back in.
In and out.
Over and over, keeping the same pace his fingers had kept last night.
I lifted up as my pussy began to convulse around the toy, my head falling back, my hair covering the span of my back as a guttural moan left me. “Yes,” I breathed.
Are you my good girl?
I bit my lip, nodding as my body moving back against it—against him. The sounds of our skin slapping echoed throughout the night and in this room as my mouth fell open on a silent cry. My arm began to shake from holding me up, and I dropped back down, imaging his hand in my hair, holding me down as he fucked me.
I was so close, and I began to see stars behind my lids. I cried out his name again, fucking myself hard from behind with the toy.
I want my little cunt to make a mess on me. I want it all over me.
It was here. I was about to let go and fall into bliss. Then—
The toy was yanked out of my pussy, and my eyes flew open. I looked over my shoulder to find Cain—in the flesh—standing behind my naked body, his nostrils flared and jaw tight.
Oh shit.
I started to sit up, but before I knew it, his hand was at the back of my neck, holding me to the mattress.
“I see you and I need to have a discussion,” he shared, his voice gravely.
A wave of embarrassment flooded over me, but it stopped short when I heard him undoing his belt.
“Put your hands beside your head,” he clipped as I heard the snick of his zipper.
Oh, God.
“Cain—”
“Gonna have to gag you again, huh?” he said as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.
I tried to look over my shoulder, but his hand at my neck shoved me down more. “Here’s the thing, clover,” he began conversationally, his voice still rough. “This is the second time I’ve caught you touching something that belongs to me.”
“I was just—” My words were cut off by a gasp as he slammed his cock inside me—all the way in.
Cain was finally inside me—connected to me.
My walls stretched as I cried out into the mattress.
Holding me in place, his free hand found my hip before pulling out and sliding back in, stretching me in a way my toy never could. I moaned at the pain, loving how big he was, how thick he was. He didn’t give me time to adjust before he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, knocking the wind out of me. A low, dark groan came from him as his fingers dug into my hip, holding my body in place as he fucked me.
“This pussy right here? The one that’s trying to milk every last drop of cum out of me right now?” he bit off harshly, panting. “She’s mine, Nik. Not yours.”
My eyes rolled back at his filthy, possessive words as I bit into the blanket, muffling my cries.
“You don’t get to touch her,” he growled. “I don’t give a fuck how hungry she is. You don’t fill her without my fucking permission, understood?”
I nodded, unable to handle his brutal pace, his cock hitting my cervix over and over, his coarse hair brushing against my clit as his balls slapped against me. I felt more wetness gush from me as my hands fisted the blankets, my back arching.
“Fucking yourself without my permission when I’m racing home to you—thinking only of you,” he clipped, pounding into me now. “Stretching this cunt before I had a chance to.”
I opened my mouth, the blanket escaping as I gasped and cried out. “Cain!”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, shoving me down again. “Shut up and take Daddy’s cock.”
I whimpered, tears stinging my eyes as I nodded. His hand fisted my hair a few moments later, yanking me up, forcing me to brace myself on my hands. “That’s it,” he praised between harsh breaths. “Fuck. You have no idea how good you feel.”
I bit the inside of my cheek as tears ran down my cheeks, trying to be quiet for him.
“The least you could fucking do is make a little mess on my cock,” he taunted. “Or were you wanting to do that on your little hot pink dick over there?”
The room was filled with sounds of slapping skin, my quiet whimpers, and his harsh grunts. He fucked me until I was shaking. Every time I came close to coming, he slowed his pace, torturing me.
When it became too much, I lost it. “Cain, please,” I blubbered through gasps and tears as he halted his movements, buried deep inside. “Please,” I rasped, my thighs shaking.
“Does my needy girl need to come?” he asked, picking up his pace again.
I nodded, moaning as he started bringing me back onto his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You gonna touch Daddy’s pussy without his permission again?” he questioned, his voice hard.
I shook my head, crying out again.
“Alright,” he murmured, slowing his pace.
My head dropped at my body shuddered, his edging too much for me. I whimpered, begging again. “Please, Daddy.”
“Again,” he ordered, his palm skating over my ass.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
A groan left him. “Get used to saying those words, beautiful. I’m going to have you screaming them every day from now on.”
The thought of Cain fucking me like this every day caused more wetness to gush from me, dripping down my thighs.
He shifted then, forcing me to crawl up the bed as he leaned over me, his bare chest against my back. “You know what? I think I just found what your little pink dick can be used for.” A second later, he slammed it against the headboard, the suction cup holding it out, jutting right in front of my face. His lips found my ear. “You’re going to choke on the cock you thought could give you the same pleasure I can.”
My pussy convulsed around him, and he chuckled in my ear, moving his hips, fucking me once more. “Open that pretty mouth and show me how you”re going to suck my cock.”
He rose up, his hands at my waist, his cock pulsing inside me. “Now, baby,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, taking the toy into my mouth, sucking at the head of it. I tasted me, loving how dirty it made me feel. His hips started snapping again, my ass slapping against them. With each thrust, the toy was shoved further into my mouth.
“Fucking good girl,” he groaned, his hands squeezing my waist. “My beautiful clover.”
I moaned around the toy.
His hands moved then, one going up and the other going south. He cupped one of my swaying breasts from underneath as his other hand went between my wet thighs, his fingers finding my clit as he hovered over me. He was rutting into me now, causing me to moan around the toy, the vision of him claiming me flashing in my mind as his teeth nipped at the shell of my ear. “Look at you, sucking a fake cock while you get fucked by a real one.”
My eyes fluttered closed as my pussy quivered around his length, his fingers working my clit at a feverish pace.
“Let’s set some ground rules, baby,” he said sweetly, his cock ramming into me.
I gagged around the cock, and he made a sound of approval.
“You don’t touch what’s mine unless I tell you otherwise,” he informed me, setting a steady pace. “If your needy clit needs to be touched, come find me. I’m a starved man, Nik. I plan on eating this piece of heaven every chance I get.”
Drool dripped from the sides of my mouth as I kept sucking the toy.
“If you need to be filled, call me. I spent years of my life without you, and now that I’ve had you, my cock is the only thing that’s gonna fill this hungry cunt. That clear?”
I nodded quickly, feeling my overdue climax speeding towards me. I knew when I reached this peak, my life would never be the same. It would seep into me, bleed into my soul and taint it forever. My soul would be forever tattooed by Cain Donovan.
“If you need anything, you call me. From now on, I’m the one who takes care of you,” he growled, his pace picking up. “I’m the one you come to when you need pleasure. I’m the one you come to when you need a shoulder to cry on. I’m the one you come to when you need support. I’m the one you come to when you”re happy, mad, sad, and everything in between. I’m the one who protects you.”
He eased me away from the toy and lifted us both so I was sitting on his cock as he continued thrusting up into me. His hand found the front of my throat, holding me against him as my hands went to each of his forearms, my nails digging into his skin. “Most importantly,” he whispered gently in my ear as our skin slapped together at a ruthless pace. “I’m the one who gets to love you for everything you are, everything you were, everything you want to be, and everything you can be.”
The heavens fell around me, blinding me as my climax took over. I didn’t know if I was moaning, crying, or screaming. I didn’t know where it started or ended. All I knew was Cain was behind me, holding me against him as my body writhed and spasmed. I felt his lips against my temple and his voice, but I didn’t…I couldn’t….
The next thing I knew, I was on my back, and he was on top of me, sliding inside me again. My used pussy quivered around his length as I came back to reality. The stars in my vision slowly began to fade away, and all I saw was Cain’s beauty. His blonde locks hung down as he moved over me, his eyes liquid blue, jaw jumping. His forearms were on either side of my head, his hands at the top of it, acting at a barrier between me and the headboard.
My legs were wide open, spent like the rest of my body.
Despite all that, I still wanted to hold him.
Silently, I wrapped my arms under his, my hands coming up over his shoulder blades as I brought my thighs up. His eyes scanned every inch of my face as he murmured. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Dominique Wells.”
My heart was back in the game now, ready to take the wheel as my bottom lip trembled, his cock still moving inside me. “I’m sorry I gave up on you.”
His face twisted as he buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby. Let a man enjoy you before you gut him,” he said into my skin, his voice ragged.
“Enjoy me,” I offered, my hand going into his hair, savoring its softness. I twisted my head, finding his ear. “Take me, Cain. I’m yours.”
One of his arms moved as he let out a growl, his hand hooking behind my knee, bringing it further up to his side. He pulled out and slammed in, deeper than before, knocking the breath from me. He lifted his head, and our lips met, kissing each other softly. Seconds later, we were gasping and breathing into each other’s mouths, our gaze never breaking.
“Cain?” I gasped, feeling a second climax building.
“Yeah, baby?”
My neck arched. “I—I’m—oh, God!”
I was swept into another wave of pleasure, this time different than the last. This was less intense, but warmer in a way. It felt great—it felt like love. I chanted his name as my legs wrapped around him, holding him to me, buried inside me. I never wanted to break our connection.
“Fuck,” he bit off, dropping his face into my neck.
I shuddered, gasping. “Oh, Jesus. Cain!”
I felt his teeth, and then he bit my neck, the pain mixing in with the pleasure, not doing anything to silence my cries as he slammed into me a few more times. Then, I felt his cock swell and finally, Cain filled me.
Our ragged breathing was the only sound I heard for a few minutes, and that’s when it hit me. For the first time in years, I felt content. I felt safe.
I felt loved.
I closed my eyes, a single tear rolling down my cheek. “I love you too, Cain,” I whispered.
He didn’t respond with words. His arms slid under me, and then he rolled us to the side. I didn’t have the guts to look him in the eye after I said that, so I buried my face in his face, my breath skating over his tattoo.
His hand stroked my back, his cock softening inside me.
After a few minutes, when sleep was threatening to take over, I heard him whisper, “I don’t deserve any of this.”