25. Caine
CHAPTER 25
CAINE
F uck, she’s perfect. Even when Drew had his head between her thighs, even while I wanted to kill him and have her watch. She was fucking perfect.
The way she cries. The way she comes. The way she fights and struggles. How she takes my cock in her tight, soaking pussy. Which is exactly what I’m dying to do right now, but I also want to teach her a lesson about fucking with me, thinking she can do whatever she wants with whoever she wants. But no, she’s mine, whether she wants to admit it or not.
Kneeling above her, I push my pants down my thighs that are currently pressed into hers to keep her spread in front of me. Her pussy is dripping, but I can’t tell if it’s all from her and how turned on she is or if it’s also leftover spit from Drew. That thought pisses me off.
Drew. The same man that’s holding her down for me right now.
“Flip her over,” I command, shifting off her legs. Surprisingly, he doesn’t argue with me, and uses her arms to flip her onto her back.
Max squeals, and the noise is both shrill and smoky, and it makes my cock even harder for her. She tries to flail around to kick me again, but I avoid her legs easily before wrangling them onto the bed, straddling her bare thighs, my dick standing straight as I work my fist over it slowly.
I push her shirt up so I can see her perky tits and puckered rosebud nipples. I reach down to pinch one between my fingers and she cries out, trying to fight us off with an annoyed growl.
“Get the fuck off me. Let me go!” She tries to buck me off, but all it does is make me want to shove my dick inside her. Somewhere. Anywhere. “Drew, please.”
I smirk at the fact that she’s trying to be sweet to him and that she thinks he’s going to help her. She doesn’t know him though, even if she thinks she does. Drew isn’t the sweet guy she seems to think he is.
“Nah, little one, you wanted this, so you’re going to get it how we want to give it.” Max looks up at Drew, the shock and annoyance evident on her face. I want to laugh at how this may have ruined anything between them.
Good, there wasn’t going to be anything serious there anyway.
“You wanted us both to fuck you, killer?” I ask, drawing her attention back to me. The look she gives me proves her annoyance, but the best part about it is the fire behind her eyes that I can see.
“I changed my mind,” she grits out.
“No, you didn’t. But don’t worry, I won’t fuck you tonight.” She looks up at me, her eyes wide and surprised. I pinch her other nipple, which makes her yelp. “Disappointed?”
She shakes her head, but she’s shifting around, and I know she’s trying to find relief for her needy pussy. She’s going to regret telling me to stop and get off of her, because I’m going to. Without giving her the relief she’s clearly craving.
I continue moving my fist over my erection roughly, tightening over the head and working myself harder. She looks so good being held down underneath me, sweat on her brow, her skin flushing pink and her breathing labored. All while having that look in her eye that says she wishes she could kill me.
“Then let me go,” she rasps.
I let out a low chuckle, fucking my fist harder over her, rolling her nipple in my fingers and tugging slightly.
“No, I’m going to remind you that you’re mine. Doesn’t matter if he has his dick in your mouth or if he touches you. That only happened because I allowed it. But you. Are. Mine .”
“I will never be yours.” She narrows her eyes at me, and I lean down, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her breast. She tries to buck me off, but she can’t with the way we’re holding her down. I can’t hold back my orgasm, and I let out a low groan, coming onto her exposed cunt.
I lean back, admiring how my cum looks on her skin. It’s not the first time, but it is the first time that she’s awake. I watch how it drips between her thighs; I can’t help but take some onto my finger and push it into her. The way her thighs are forced together make her even tighter and she cries out at the intrusion.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she screeches.
I lean down, so what I say is only between us, despite Drew being close. “So much, killer, and you will never escape me. You’re mine, I’m going to cover you with my cum, fill you with it, and do whatever I want to with you. The best part is you’ll take it every time. You’ll crave it.”
She turns her head toward me, our lips almost touching, and I want to close the distance. I’ve never given a shit about kissing before, it’s always seemed like a useless step into fucking and all I’ve wanted to do is get to the good parts, which is why I never have before.
If a woman had ever wanted to kiss me, I’d shove her to her knees and let her kiss my cock. I’ve never had a desire to kiss anyone on the lips. But right now, I do. She ruins it by opening those pouty lips to speak.
“Get. Off. Of. Me.”
This time, I do, but not before taking more of my cum and pushing it inside her. Once I’m off her legs, Drew lets go of her arms and instead of fighting us immediately, she slumps down, and I wonder for a second if something is wrong.
But then she jumps up and I’m ready for a fight, wanting her to so I can have an excuse to hold her down again. Instead, she walks past us without looking up and goes into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
The click of the lock sounds right before the shower starts running. I don’t want to look at Drew, but I can’t help it. He just shrugs.
I want to stick around until she gets out, but I also know she doesn’t want to see either of us right now. I’ll just come back again once she’s sleeping.
I nod my head toward the door, signaling to Drew that we need to leave. If he fights me, then Max is going to come out here and see me kicking his ass.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t, and we both leave. I make sure to relock the door, even if I’ll be right back.
As we get to our bikes, I stop Drew after he puts his helmet on.
“Leave her the fuck alone,” I threaten.
I hear him scoff behind his helmet. “You heard her, she wants both of us. If you think you’re enough for her, you’re a fucking idiot.”
“And what? Are you going to bring Adam in on this? Fuck no.” I shake my head.
“Learning to share your toys will be good for you, Caine. It may be about twenty years late, but better late than never.” He straddles his bike, twisting the key and revving the engine before taking off.
I look up to Max’s house, the light in her bedroom is still on and when I hear the music start to play, a slow smile spreads across my lips. Then, I kick up my foot, resting it on my bike, watching her window while I wait until she goes to sleep.
We wore her out. I’m sure of it because it doesn’t take long before her light switches off. Though, I don’t miss the way her curtains move to the side as she peers out. I don’t try to hide the fact that I’m still here. And she doesn’t try to get me to leave. She’s learning it won’t take long for her to fully understand what it means when I set my eyes on something or someone I want. It means that it’s mine.
Taking off my riding jacket, I toss it onto my bike before heading inside. I’m not going to need it and it’s not like anyone is walking around here that will steal it.
It’s not hard for me to get back inside Max’s house. She really should be more concerned about how easy this is for me, but she never seems to be. She’s always too busy telling me to get out, or to leave her alone. It’s just shit I won’t be doing so she’s wasting her breath and we both know it.
Once I’m inside, I head to her bedroom. The door is cracked open, almost like she knew. Almost like she wanted me to come back. Interesting.
She’s on her stomach, her auburn hair spread out on her white sheets. Her breathing is labored and it’s clear she’s completely passed out. I’ve seen this sight a few times now. While the urge to mark her skin again while she sleeps is strong, the urge to feel her against me is stronger.
Which is why I move the blanket from the other side of her bed and climb in. I’m not gentle about it—I don’t really care if she wakes up and finds me here again. Actually, as always, I hope she does wake up and tries to fight me off. Then I can pin her down and fuck her since I didn’t do it earlier.
Fuck, why didn’t I? That’s right. Because she let Drew touch her, let him make her come so I wasn’t going to reward her. And I didn’t. Just used her for my own pleasure and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt about it.
Just like I don’t feel any guilt about wrapping my arms around her middle, tugging her soft body back into mine and holding her there tightly. I’m a little surprised she doesn’t wake up with how I’m pressed to her. Instead, she moans slightly, adjusting herself in my firm grip so her back is against me.
I let out a low groan as her ass rubs against my cock, already hardening for her. She doesn’t wake up, not even when I rub myself against her because I can’t fucking help myself. She’s wearing little shorts, but I bet there’s nothing underneath them, like the little teasing whore she is.
The urge to rip them off her body and shove my dick into her is almost unbearable. The restraint I show by not doing that should win me an award or some shit. I press my hand on her lower stomach, pressing her body even more securely against me, my dick nestling between her thighs. The tightness of them isn’t as tight as her pussy, but right now it feels almost as good with how badly I want her.
She shifts slightly, creating friction between us and I grip her harder, digging my fingers into her stomach while my other arm wraps around her throat like a choke during a fight, but not as tight.
“If you’re awake and keep rubbing yourself against me, killer, I’m going to fuck you into this mattress instead of letting you sleep like I was planning.”
She doesn’t respond and I don’t know if she’s truly asleep, or pretending, but she doesn’t move again either. Somehow in the darkness of her bedroom, the only sound is her soft breathing, I do something I’ve never done in her bed, or any other bed before. I fall asleep.