44. Cain
CAIN
My Angel looks up at me, and, as the fog of her orgasm clears, I see the moment it’s replaced, and it’s not just pure fear. It’s anger, too. Anger at Mal for spanking her.
She shocks the shit out of me when she speaks. “Fuck you, Malachi.”
She seems to have gained her use of the f-word.
He laughs. “No, baby girl, we’re fucking you, and we’re not done yet.”
“Do you want me to choke you with my cock again?” I threaten her. “Watch that mouth.”
She tries to get free, but I have a good grip. With one hand, I hold her wrists, and with the other, I push my mask up, needing the air on my face, as I’m getting too hot.
“Help me turn her over,” I tell the other two. “I need inside this pussy.”
“No.”
She twists her arms and manages to get one hand free.
I still have a grip on the other, but Mal has moved from between her legs.
It gives her the chance she needs, and she takes it.
She pushes up into a crouch and lashes out at me with her free hand.
Her nails scrape down my cheek, and in shock, I let go.
She takes off like the damn wind. Running as if her life depends on it.
She reaches the edge of the clearing and is about to vanish into the dark pockets beneath the trees.
Rome has got it in hand again, though. He takes after her.
His legs are so much longer, plus he’s not bare-ass naked, and he catches up to her quickly.
He grabs her arm and yanks her back. She trips as he halts her forward momentum and ends up on her knees on the ground.
Mal catches up to them, and he wraps her long hair around his fist, causing her to cry out in pain when he tugs.
“Fucking try that again, and I’ll scalp you, girl.”
Jesus. I’ve always suspected Mal hid some dark depths, but he’s positively demonic right now.
I glance at Ophelia, checking on her. I’m not sure how in control Mal, or even Rome, is right now, but I am.
No matter how turned on I am by all of this, if I think she’s going to break, I will make it all stop.
I see fury, exhilaration, and maybe some fear, but not too much. There’s no sorrow, though. I can’t recognize any regret painting her face. The two men hold her still, and I stalk to her, coming to a halt in front of her, still on her knees.
I drag my knuckles down her face.
“My perfect, beautiful Angel. I’m going to fuck you now. I’ll be right where Malachi was, and when I come inside you, you’ll be so full of us. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
She doesn’t answer, and I chuckle at the defiant tilt of her jaw. There’s a tree behind her, and I grin.
“Hold her against the tree,” I tell Mal and Rome. “Wait.” I pick up her dress from the ground and hand it them. “Put this at her back. I don’t want her cut up from the bark.”
“So considerate,” Mal mocks.
I give him the finger before ripping my t-shirt over my head.
Ophelia’s gaze roams over my torso.
I cock an eyebrow. “Like what you see, baby?”
She huffs, but I know she does. I’ve worked damn hard on this body.
I never wanted to be that scrawny kid again.
Now, I’m huge. Tall, broad, and with muscles packed on an already impressive frame.
She’s petite, and I can’t lie; the size difference does something to me.
I know she can take my cock, but I love the idea I can destroy that pussy.
She’s held against the tree, Mal grasping one arm, and Roman the other. I press myself between her legs, my cock brushing her thighs. Her breasts thrust against my chest, and I shiver at the sensation. Skin on skin, you can’t beat it.
I touch my lips to where her pulse beats fast in her throat. “You ready for me, Angel?”
Her only reply is a whimper. I reach between us and stroke her clit. It’s still swollen, and her pussy is all puffy and wet. I’m aware some of that wetness is Malachi’s cum, but, for some reason, that only makes my cock harder.
“Yeah, you’re ready.”
I keep stroking her, getting her wound up again, and Mal reaches out with his free hand and tweaks and pinches her nipple. Roman copies him, doing the same on his side.
She’s got three men playing with her now, and her head thrashes side to side as she gasps at the sensations bombarding her.
When I think she’s good and ready, I grab my aching cock and guide myself to her entrance. She’s up on her tiptoes, and I still can’t get in her standing. I’m at the wrong height and angle.
“Put your legs around me, baby. Arms too.”
Mal and Roman release their hold on her, and she does as I say and wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Like the gentleman he is, Roman holds her dress against the tree so I can press her against the trunk without tearing up her skin.
I push into her, and she gasps, her mouth hot and wet against my neck.
“Cain,” she mewls.
It goes straight to my cock. “I’ve got you, Angel. Hold on tight.”
Starting slowly, I slide in deep and then withdraw.
I tease her by staying at her opening, then pushing back in, still oh-so-slowly.
I keep up the pace, not knowing if I’m torturing myself or her more.
She’s panting against my neck when I finally begin to fuck into her properly.
I want her to totally lose it, though, and I change my angle, once, twice, a third time until I get what I want.
Her eyes roll back in her head, and she makes an unholy sound. Yes.
I’m holding her up by her ass and hips, and every time I hit deep, I rub against her clit. But now that I’m hitting her G-spot, she’s incoherent. She starts to babble something, and I can’t make out all the words, but there’s an oh, God and a please, no, yes in there.
“Cain, I can’t, I’m going to pee.”
I laugh darkly at that. “No, Angel, you’re about to come so hard, you won’t be able to walk after.”
Hammering her G-spot harder, I know she’s on the edge when her fingers rake my upper back and neck so hard, I think she drew blood.
“Oh, noooooo,” she wails.
Her pussy convulses around my cock, and she soaks me as she comes and comes.
“Fuck me,” Roman says. “That’s amazing.”
It is, and I lose it at the sight of her coming so undone for us. I spill jet after jet inside her, adding to the mess.
When I finally let her down, her legs are unsteady, and she stumbles. I lift her again, bridal style, and kiss her on the mouth. She opens for me, and I deepen the kiss as her fingers tangle in my hair and rake over my scalp.
There’s a wild part to my Angel, and I love helping it see the light of day. I want to kill that bastard who took her and made her believe feeling anything as good as this was a sin.
She makes a strange little sound against my lips, and I frown, pulling away. Her eyes are closed, and I glance down to see Malachi is playing with her pussy. The way I’m holding her is exposing it.
Rome is standing back and watching. Always watching.
He pushes Malachi aside and takes Ophelia from me, cradling her.
“My turn.”