TWENTY
Cain
Unfettered lust took Cain under, and he let himself go.
He had her in his grasp at last, and he wasn’t letting anything get in his way.
After lurking in the shadows, watching her every move, he was Harper’s worst nightmare and didn’t have to play fair. He could take, enjoy , and savor all her fucking cries as much as he wanted to. He intended to break her open until she relied solely on him for her pleasure.
With each frantic kiss, lips rolling together, and tongues fighting for supremacy, the surge of lust almost cut off circulation to the rest of his body. When Harper’s sweet, needy whimpers reached into his chest and clawed at his heart, he wedged his knee harder into her pussy until she ground against it, seeking what only he could give her.
He’d delivered enough orgasms for Harper over the months; she’d know how to be a dirty little savage for more. He wanted her mindless, to forget everything she knew, everything she was fighting against, and to give in, to take his fuck and cry for more.
He was done waiting.
Claiming his wife had been the only thing on his mind.
He hadn’t lied about watching men touching her. Some might insist they were innocent brushes of hands, but to Cain, as he watched it happen, the blood had roared in his veins to claim her, to snap their fucking fingers off for touching what belonged to him. He hadn’t enjoyed seeing it, and even now, the unhinged feeling still sat on his shoulders while he tempted her into a pleasurable battle.
The connection between them pinged; she could deny it all she wanted and fill her little heart with all the lies that everything they did was forced upon her, but Cain knew differently. The passion in Harper came alive under his touch. She melted like a puddle of ice with so little encouragement.
Not even the idea of revenge was on his mind at that moment. It was all about fucking his wife.
With a hand lassoed around Harper’s throat, feeling her rampant pulse as they shared kiss after wet kiss, he used his free hand to skate under her denim skirt. It was close-fitting, so he had to tug it hard to peel it up around her waist, revealing cotton panties wet over the crotch. His inner demon almost fucking howled with the pounding lust dragging him under her princess spell.
Turning his woman on was a pleasure he didn’t know he craved, like a drug.
For months, he resisted tormenting the pleasure from her body. He tried to tell himself all kinds of fucked up lies.
But he was here. Again. Chasing her down. The need to clip Harper’s wings and cart her around against his chest was a real problem. She was taking over his brain.
“You’re gonna come so hard for me until your pussy feels broken,” he said, almost like a threat, as he bypassed the elastic leg of her panties and aimed right for the goodness between. The wetness greeted Cain, and he grunted, his thick cock aching to be where his fingers were.
Harper only moaned.
Her clinginess soothed the darkest part of him.
She was so fucking easy to orgasm. Fast little rubs on her swollen clit and a few pumps of his fingers into her soaked hole, and he felt her shatter as she gasped the air into his mouth like her fast orgasm had surprised her.
Cain smirked into her mouth, licking at the sounds he controlled. No one would ever make Harper moan the way he did. He’d fucking kill anyone who tried.
So what if it was unbalanced thoughts?
She was his gorgeous possession, and he disliked sharing his stuff.
“Again,” he growled, scraping his teeth on her exposed neck, glorying in how she bumped him with her hips, driving her sex into his hand now, seeking pleasure. So greedy . He grinned and gave his secret wife what she ached for. “Say my name when you come, sweet baby.” He demanded, and her eyes flashed with denial, but as soon as he drove two fingers into her pussy, she buckled, panting like a wild animal. He finger fucked her until she had no choice but to come for him.
“Cain. Oh, my god. Cain .”
That’s right. Her god. Her demon. Her fucking owner.
“Such a sweet baby, aren’t you?” he soothed kisses on her open mouth, petting her pussy to ease her down from the pleasure, while he rid her of the underwear, knowing he would keep that pair as his trophy.
He was far from done with Harper.
This was usually when he disappeared, unable to take being this close to her; he’d leave for weeks and months, only coming back to town to watch her from a distance to appease the craving in his chest.
But he wasn’t walking away tonight.
Reaching into his pants, he pulled out his thick cock. It ached and felt angry in his palm. The need to fuck was a screaming roar in the back of his head. A sensation he’d never felt before.
Harper was breathing hard, watching his hand movement as he stroked himself from base to tip. Did she remember sucking him not so long ago? The memory was burned in his brain. Every time he stepped into the shower, he had to jerk off to the video he’d taken until he sprayed his come and grunted her name hoarsely.
Her legs had already opened like he’d willed it, and he settled his much bigger body into the cradle of her thighs.
Fucking perfect fit.
He smirked, knowing she still craved his darkness despite everything he’d done.
He roughly unbuttoned the skirt and yanked it down her perfect hips, his hands shaking as the yearning for sex and the need to touch her steered his movements. Stripping Harper of her outer layers, he tossed her jacket aside and pulled down her thin shirt, unaware of a tear forming in its delicate fabric. Her breasts looked amazing, even without a bra. Perky, peach-colored nipples and suckable. Cain’s mouth watered. He quickly dipped his head and grabbed on with his eager lips open, gently biting the tip so she arched back and called out his name, pushing him toward the brink of insanity, her hand tangled in his hair, urging him to suck more. Her fingers were severed with a quick snap of his head, and she moaned in protest. Grasping her chin, he held her up. With enough light from the moon, he could see her face.
“Are you turned on, baby, or are you still telling yourself all these lies about not wanting me so fucking hungrily?”
Her light-colored eyes fired like she wanted to shout the denial in his face, but she was too flushed and turned on to make the lies come. He would have enjoyed proving her wrong. What she said sent heat to his too-ready cock. “ Please .”
The begging did something to him.
Suddenly, the need felt desperate.
Fuck her. Fuck her now. Fuck her hard until it hurts so good.
He nipped his teeth on her chin, lining himself up between her legs. The first brush of skin on skin and his brain nearly boiled. He felt out of control. This never happened to Cain.
“Say it again. And use my name,” he rasped.
“Please, Cain.”
His obedient, perfect wife.
She trembled uncontrollably, moving her hips against his as he pressed the tip of his cock against her wetness. Drenched in heat, the urge to fill her was a temptation he couldn’t resist.
“How many have been here?” he asked, not sure he wanted the number because he knew he’d go insane to find them, kill them, and hang them outside Harper’s bedroom window as trophies. Didn’t all husbands deliver morbid gifts?
“That hardly matters now,” she puffed in his face. She’d snuck beneath his t-shirt and was scraping her nails on his stomach. Fuck , he could become addicted to her touching him without him forcing her to.
Stroking Harper with the crown of his cock, she moaned like she could already feel how deliciously he’d stretch her out until it hurt. Cain wasn’t shy about his size. It was proportionate to his height and muscle mass. And he wanted to use every inch, making his wife cry with pleasure, tears coursing down her lovely pink cheeks.
“How often have you been fucked, little girl? How many lucky dicks have been in this same position, notched and ready to shove into heaven?”
“How many pussies have you notched into?” she fired back, her chin tipped back defiantly. He found her so incredibly fucking beautiful when she fought him.
“Thirty-seven,” He answered without pause. And none in so long. But never any like this. Skin-to-wet skin. He was dying, holding back from pushing into her.
Her eyes flared. “Huh.” Those nails of hers dug into his stomach deeper, and he groaned at the bite of pain. “I’d have guessed hundreds.” The sound of the jealousy threaded in that statement made his fucking appetite drip arousal.
Cain smirked and slaked his tongue against her bottom lip, only to watch her lick the same lip, taking his taste into her mouth. “You’re the only one I’m gonna enjoy, over and fucking over. Now answer the goddamn question before I force every inch of my hard cock into you.” He kissed her like a punishment, but really, Cain couldn’t get enough of her flavor in his mouth.
She was a drug.
And he’d fought his addiction enough. Now he wanted to drown in it, drown in her .
“Oh, god.” She whimpered when he pushed the tiniest way in, and he already felt the tightness of her. “Cain.” She breathed, and he waited, anchored to his wife’s incredible cunt, their mouths inches apart, gazes fastened. “Sort of only one.”
Each muscle froze. What the fuck did that mean?
“Explain that.”
“Now? Right now? Just do it, Cain. It’s what you’ve been threatening for months. What are you waiting for?” she taunted, clinging to his neck; he felt her go up a few inches on her tiptoes, bumping her pelvis.
The move was electric as fuck, and he groaned.
It drove him nuts not to have all her thoughts.
If he had a soul left, he’d sell it to get inside Harper’s mind; he was that unbalanced to own her.
And because he couldn’t help himself, he dug his hand into her thigh and angled it high on his hip, tipping her pelvis back further, and he slid another inch. They inhaled sharply together.
“Sweet baby, you have five seconds to tell me what I want to know before I go berserk.”
Why did she look like she’d love that? Her eyes turned hot and dreamy. She was sex on fire, and Cain wanted to burn alive.
“My first year of college.” She inhaled, licking her dry lips. “A guy I was fooling around with thought he was in me, but he was only moving between my legs. Are you happy now? Is this a new level of torment that you need to know every bit of embarrassment in my life?”
When she got angry, Cain got hard. Or harder, and he flexed his hips, driving his firm inches into his mouthy little wife. She gasped and dug her nails into the side of his neck. All he could hear was the rushing blood in his ears and the moaning cry of Harper when he moved back and forth, edging his way in until he sank deep and stayed there.
Ah, fuck . He grunted and pressed his forehead to hers, and she wound her other leg around his waist, giving Cain the accurate angle to dip down and then drive up in a hard thrust.
She’d been a virgin until three seconds ago, and now he owned that, too.
He could never have predicted it.
A woman looking like her had men sniffing around like dogs. Cain knew because he’d watched them all wherever she went. Their nasty little eyes followed her, wanting her.
He felt euphoric and showed her with a resounding slam he buried in again. Had to push and push until her tightness permitted all of him each time.
“Goddamn, sweet baby, you feel incredible. You’re making me work to get all the way in.”
“Because you’re thick like a battering ram.” She gasped into his face, using his hair to hold on, and he loved it when she tugged it hard.
“That’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me.”
She chuffed a laugh, but it turned into a sex-soaked moan when he moved inside her, and that sound filled Cain’s chest with air.
Cain had only ever fucked. And it was all he knew how to do.
It was all he’d ever wanted from a woman.
If a woman wanted hearts and flowers, Cain mentally checked out and disappeared. He was such a swell fucking guy.
But fucking his wife against a door, ramming his cock into the depths of her snug virgin pussy. He aimed for more than a fuck. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted her screaming her orgasms all over him until she couldn’t walk tomorrow from using his dick up. Like a puzzle, his mind rearranged the pieces to make it good for her.
Bringing his hand to her hip, he gripped her tightly so he could lift her into his slams. Wet, dripping, the slide was fucking amazing, the pleasure already gathering at the base of his spine when he nestled a hand between their bodies. His fingers matched the shoving tempo as he got her little clit in on the action.
The begging noises she made went to his head.
“You’re gonna give it up to me, wife.” He promised as a threat, like he suspected she was holding her orgasm hostage from him, and he couldn’t have that. It made his heart act weird at the notion this slip of a girl with her eyes so light and turned on would keep something back from him. She belonged to him. Every fuckable inch of Harper was his to torment and soak down his cock.
He felt her flex around his length, and he increased his punches, going to the bottom of her. And it was the best goddamn sex of his life. Cain grasped her ass with his free hand, keeping the other one working on her clit in circular motions.
“This is how my wife needs to be fucked, shoved right down to the pleasure. Not by a boy who doesn’t know how to work his dick.” He rasped into her seeking lips. She kissed like she wanted to crawl into his skin with him. All needy and so sweet. She tasted like sin wrapped in a heavenly package.
“ Cain …” she exhaled like the pleasure was a surprise. And her lips dragged from his. Her head went back and made a soundless scream as he felt the climax power through her. She squeezed so fast around his cock. His vision dipped out. Black dots burst behind his closed lids.
The ecstasy was too much, consuming him like an inferno. The addiction to her ruined him. Her sexual satisfaction was a thing of beauty. And he memorized every little reaction from her shudders, the way she locked her fingers in his hair, and how she pulsed until the very end.
Pulling free so he could look down at his pleasure-dripping cock, the come she’d left behind, and then Cain, unable to stand being out of Harper for a second, slid his pulsing cock back in, slow and hard, going as deep as her petite body could take. And this time, she winced. A spike of dark joy from knowing her pain turned into rousing pleasure under his constant rams filled his belly like helium, and he repeated the slow thrusting. Even as she panted, she flinched and lifted her hips for another.
“Harder, Cain. Do it harder . Make it hurt.” She demanded, and the trembling words in her angelic voice did a number on his psyche. He went animalistic.
She wanted to hurt, did she?
He had the thick cock for the job, and for the next minutes, he took his wife in a primal way until he wore her claw marks on his neck, and her second orgasm screamed down his throat when she slammed her mouth down on his.
He was done for.
Lost to the bliss.
At the very end, as her leg hold loosened, he pulled away and ejaculated onto her pussy and inner thighs.
He couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
Cain counted the number of thumps from Harper’s heart against his chest. When he reached thirty-five, he lifted his heavy head and stared at her from under his low eyelids. She was now curled around his body with all of her limbs, and the strangest heat took over.
The same way he’d never done hearts and flowers, Cain wasn’t the hugging type of man. The feeling of Harper’s arms encircling his shoulders was messing with his head because it felt so good.
To redirect his thoughts, he leaned in and licked a trickle of sweat from the side of her temple. Then he moved his lips down to Harper’s mouth, capturing it forcefully until she succumbed with a submissive moan.
“Do you crave me yet, my sweet baby?” The question came out of nowhere but suddenly seemed key. And the way Harper inhaled it was vital to her, too. “Or do I need to keep forcing you until you want me? Until you crave only me. Until you choose me over everything.”
Fuck. Fuck .
Insanity had taken over.
But he couldn’t regret the words, not when he craved this woman like madness poisoning his bloodstream.
He’d witnessed so many sides to Harper. Anger had been predominant. Bratty and wilful, and she had an attitude a mile long. She possessed a fighter’s soul, and he admired that. She was forever sexy no matter what mood she spat at him—achingly beautiful in every mask she wore. But seeing her sinful and confident while raking her nails through his hair, making his scalp tingle, might be the hottest thing ever.
“Getting a good dick doesn’t turn me into an addict, Cain.” She boldly said. He laughed out loud, and the noise surprised him.
Her taunt had the proper response, and on staggering legs, his body heavy with retained bliss, he clutched Harper’s ass. “Keep locked around me,” he warned, and he strode toward the staircase in the darkened foyer. “Let’s see how much more good dick I can give my wife.”
If she weren’t addicted to him yet, if she wasn’t craving his fucking soul being near her yet, she soon would be.
That much, Cain promised.
She bounced in his arms as he took the stairs two at a time, eager to get her to bed. And Harper didn’t draw her eyes away from his face. She searched him like she could see to his depths. He could have told her that it would just be emptiness if she looked too close.
He felt wrong and acted wrong.
But having his unbalanced way with his wife and screwing orgasms out of her for the rest of the night would be the rightest thing Cain had ever done in his life.
In his room, he placed Harper on the side of the bed. The sight of their mingled releases nearly buckled his knees, so turned on, he almost mounted her right there.
She wasn’t shy like he’d expected.
There was a satisfied calmness on her face as she watched him shuck his clothes, standing naked before her with his growing shaft. He smirked when she lowered her gaze there, enjoying her stare.
When she blushed and averted her eyes, he dropped his gaze down and saw what she saw, and his arousal shot adrenaline to his hardening dick. He’d made her bleed, and now it was all over him.
Goddamn , the back of his skull nearly exploded as the good endorphins flooded his system.
“Look at me, Harper.” He rasped, and her head came up immediately. Then he let her watch him as he stroked a finger over his still-wet shaft, mixed with her come and virgin blood, and then sucked it clean. Her eyes went wide, and her legs trembled. “This belongs to me. It was always going to be mine. Now open your legs wider, and let me sip from the source.”
She wasn’t saying the words, but she wanted him in diabolical ways, too, because no protest came as he went to his knees.
He roughly split her legs further without ceremony, toned and pale like cream, he rolled his callused hands until he could latch onto the meat at the top of her thighs before he leaned in, drinking in the scent of their sex, then he licked directly over her clit. Harper hissed and latched onto his hair. When he’d tasted enough, he climbed to his feet. Being eaten alive by her eyes, he maneuvered Harper into place right over the swollen, weeping, blunt head of his hungry dick.
She took him like his good little girl.
Though she cursed and moaned and scratched him up.
Cain only had one thought, and that was building an obsession in Harper until she’d want his cock in her all the time and couldn’t stand the emptiness of him not filling her wall-to-wall.
Her eyes remained open, and the thrum of her heartbeat was under his palm, showing her excitement. Her mouth barely touched his, tentatively testing. Kissing was something else altogether, a level of intimacy not needed for a climax, but he’d craved her mouth in the same way he’d forced his way into her life, with dogged determination. When her mouth pressed deeper, seeking him to open, he grunted low in his throat at the surprising euphoria of her seeking domination. Growling softly, he took control, moving his tongue roughly and fluidly. Cain’s chest expanded, enjoying how she undulated beneath him as he kept her on the edge of the bed, delivering slow thrusts, loving how wet she sounded.
His kisses were hot, feral, and possessive.
Eyes glued to her, like a predator after a big kill. He was still wired, needing more than a quick fix.
“Is it hurting?” he asked, watching her face as she grew lovely and pink with arousal. Each pant against his mouth was a reward he worked for.
“Yes,” she whimpered, lifting her leg to angle it high on his waist so his next thrust was more profound than ever, and she arched back her slim neck and came around his cock with an all-over body shudder, his name sounding like a cursed mantra falling from her lips.
Cain detonated, and when he came for a second time in as many minutes, once again, coming over her skin, he did it, knowing she’d wrecked him.
Lying on top of her, Harper’s face in his neck, sweetly panting with sex exertion, he laughed lightly, and she questioned why he was laughing.
But there was no way he could tell Harper that he’d wanted to break her, but she’d pulled a switch on him and flayed him open.
Guts, heart, and fucking bones, all of them flayed open by his mouthy forced wife.
He raised his head and laughed again as she scowled confusion his way. He dropped a kiss on the tip of her pointed nose.
What was a man to do with that knowledge but to fuck her all over again from the start?