Chapter 14 #2
“You can’t be serious,” I gasped. I glanced over and saw that Bradley’s body was still slumped against the wall, his life draining away while Cain was pressing me against the bricks.
Apparently he still didn’t give a damn about the person he was about to be responsible for murdering because his hand was now sliding down to my hip.
“I’ve never been more serious,” Cain murmured against my neck.
His hand, thankfully the one not holding the knife, found its way to the slit in my dress, and I shivered when his fingers brushed against my bare thigh.
I knew I should stop him, but my body couldn’t care less about who was watching or dying. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
But it would have been a lie. The word “no” refused to form on my lips.
His fingers made their way north and found the edge of my thong. My mind screamed that I should be running, calling for help, doing anything but responding to his touch. Instead, I found myself spreading my legs slightly.
Cain’s mouth found mine again as his fingers slipped beneath the lace. When he touched my pussy, I couldn’t suppress the moan that fell from my lips. No one was surprised that I was already wet. He groaned against my lips when he felt it.
“This is wrong,” I managed to say between kisses, even as my hips moved against his hand.
“Then tell me to stop,” he challenged, his fingers sliding inside me without any preamble.
We both knew I wouldn’t. Instead, I reached for his belt as his thumb circled my clit.
I heard the sound of the knife that Cain was holding drop to the ground, but I had no idea where it ended up and frankly didn’t care.
Because in a split second, Cain’s other hand moved to the back of my neck as his fingers created magic inside me.
My hips rocked against his hand and all I could think was about how I shouldn’t want this.
But I did.
His mouth moved to my neck as I fumbled with his zipper. When I finally freed his cock, I wrapped my fingers around his length and shivered when Cain growled against my neck. That only motivated him to work his fingers faster inside me as I stroked him.
“This is insane,” I whispered, even as I guided him toward my pussy.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough against my ear. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you.”
“I want this,” I admitted, hating myself for admitting it out loud. “God help me, but I want you to fuck me.”
In one swift motion, he lifted me against the wall.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed into me, filling me completely.
Cain’s mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as he thrust into me.
Here I was about to be fucked within an inch of my life with a man dying just mere feet away from us.
Everything in me should have shut down but my body refused to listen.
Each thrust drove me higher, closer to the edge.
I gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life.
I hated myself for thinking that while Bradley watched us have sex as he lost consciousness. To distract myself even more, I bit down hard on Cain’s lip and it didn’t discourage him in the slightest. It only made him fuck me harder.
“You’re mine,” Cain whispered against my lips when I let go. “Say it.”
I shook my head, refusing to give him that satisfaction even as my body told him I was lying.
He slowed his pace on purpose, making me whimper. “Say it, Sutton.”
“No,” I gasped, trying to move my hips against him because I was desperate for him to continue.
His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “Who do you belong to?”
The tension inside me was unbearable to the point where I thought I might combust. “Myself,” I managed to say and I mentally gave myself a high-five. I refused to give in even though we both knew the truth.
Cain smirked and thrust into me harder, making me gasp as my back hit the brick wall again. “We’ll see about that, little lamb.”
I didn’t have time to process what he called me because his rhythm became relentless, each stroke hitting perfectly inside me.
I bit my lip to keep from screaming as the pressure inside of me became unbearable.
I hated how much I wanted this despite everything that had happened since we officially met.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and my eyes snapped to his automatically. The intensity I found there should have frightened me more than it aroused me, but my body had clearly made its choice.
“I can feel how close you are,” he murmured as his thumb found my clit again. “Come for me, Sutton.”
My orgasm crashed through me so hard that tears sprang to my eyes. I buried my face against his neck to muffle my cries as I fell apart around him. Seconds later, I felt him stiffen, his grip on me tightening as he came inside me.
For several moments, we stayed frozen together as we tried to catch our breath like we’d just run a marathon.
Reality came rushing back as Cain slowly lowered me to my feet.
My legs trembled as I steadied myself against the wall.
What had I just done? I’d had sex with a murderer while his victim watched and now I had his cum dripping down my thighs.
The thought made bile rise in my throat.
Cain tucked himself away and straightened his clothing with disturbing efficiency. He handed me his handkerchief to clean myself up. He bent down to retrieve his knife and walked back over to his victim, and wiped the blade on Bradley’s jacket before slipping it somewhere inside his suit.
“We need to go back inside separately,” he said, his voice returned to that calm, businesslike tone. “You’ll go first. Bathroom, fix your makeup and hair, then mingle. Act normal.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Act normal? After this?” I gestured weakly toward Bradley, who had gone completely still. “Is he—”
“Yes,” Cain said without even checking. “And this never happened. You were never here.”
“I can’t just—”
“You can and you will.” His voice was firm but not unkind. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear; the gentleness of the gesture threw me for another loop. “Now go.”
For the first time in my adult life, I listened to a man because I quite literally had no idea what else to do.