40. Caine
CHAPTER 40
CAINE
I fidget with my phone while sitting on Max’s bed in the dark, waiting for her. I’ve shown as much restraint as I have since the other day, and I’m done.
It was only made worse by the phone call I got earlier from my family. I knew it would piss me off before I even answered. Since I still need their money, I have to play by their rules for a little while longer.
I knew I would need a hit from my addiction afterwards, only to find she isn’t even here. The longer I wait, the longer I think about my conversation with my dad and the more pissed off I get.
“It’s time to come home,” my dad says sternly. No hello, nothing first.
“Is that what time it is? Our clocks must say different things.”
“Goddammit, Caine. Your play time is over. You’re twenty-six years old. You had your fun, now you need to go back to school so you can join your brother and I at the firm.”
I’d rather fucking die.
“Yeah, I’m not doing that. I’m close to making it, I’m really good, you know?”
“Good at punching guys in the face is not the accomplishment you think it is, son.”
“That’s not all MMA is,” I say for probably the millionth time.
“Well, it’s also not paying your bills. That’s still me.”
I fume at the reminder. I want nothing more than to stop needing his money, because as long as I do, he’s going to hold it over my head.
“Cut me off, then,” I threaten, knowing it would suck because I would have to get a job for the first time in my life, but maybe I should anyway. Though, I know he won’t follow through, because if he does, he loses the leverage.
“You have six more months. Then you’re coming home, going to school, and courting Amelia.”
I grimace at the thought of all of that. Amelia is a woman they’ve wanted me to be with since I was a teenager. The most boring, frigid bitch I’ve ever met. She would never be able to handle me. Not like my little killer. No, nothing like Max. No woman can compare to her. Which is why I remember her last name, the well-known family she comes from, and I can’t help myself.
“I’m not doing anything with Amelia. I’m seeing someone.”
“Who?”
“Someone from a family you’d approve of.”
“Who?” His voice has more of an edge to it this time.
“She’s a Barclay,” I answer confidently. I feel even better about it when my dad doesn’t say anything in response right away.
“Well, does her family know she’s dating the failure Aldridge?”
I ball my fists, wishing he was in front of me right now so I could drive it through his face.
“She knows she’s with a future UFC champion.”
He laughs. “Six months, Caine. Maybe you’ll get to keep your play time with the Barclay girl, but I doubt she’d stick around if she really knew you.”
“She knows more about me than you ever will.”
I hang up before I completely lose my shit. I need to see Max. I can’t stay away any longer, I need to remind us both that she’s mine.
I hear the front door open and stop tossing my phone between my hands as I wait for her to come in here. Resting my elbows on my knees, I lean forward slightly, facing the bedroom door as I listen to her footsteps approach.
She doesn’t notice me right away when she steps into her room, not bothering to turn on the light before she starts kicking her shoes off.
“If you’re going to get naked, do it with the lights on,” I say. She screams, slapping the light switch on before narrowing her eyes at me.
That’s when I see it. I know what my girl looks like after she’s come. I know what she looks like when she’s been fucked, and I know instantly that she was with one of them.
“Who were you with?” I demand, standing, stepping closer to her, taking in her flushed skin, red swollen lips. Her red hair is pulled up in a messy bun, but it doesn’t hide the fact that I know hands have been raked through it.
She looks up at me, defiance in her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yeah, I do. Which one do I need to kill?” We both know who else she would’ve been with.
She smirks, the devious look makes my cock throb. “What if I was with both of them?”
“Then you’re going to have to help me, because hiding two bodies is going to take a lot more work.” I stalk closer to her, backing her up to the wall and caging her in.
“You’re not killing them.” Her voice is firm, definitive, and it’s fucking sexy.
“No? Why’s that?”
“Because I want them.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Oh do you?”
She nods.
“And you think I should just be okay with that?”
“You didn’t seem to mind before.”
I have her completely pinned to the wall now, my hips pushing into hers as I look down at her. Her lips are so red and puffy, and I’m tempted to sink my teeth into them. The way that she’s pushing the boundaries, talking about being shared isn’t helping either. I want to claim and possess her in every single way possible. I’ve done it with most of her body, but I’ve yet to have her mouth in any way.
What would she do if I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against hers. I wouldn’t be soft or gentle. It would be my first kiss, but I already know it would feel like claiming her in yet another way.
“I do mind,” I tell her sternly.
“That’s too bad.” Her voice is throaty and breathy, showing me how affected she is by me. “Because if you want me like you claim you do, then this is my condition.”
My forehead drops down to hers. “Your condition?”
“Mhmm.” She shifts slightly, and I know she can feel my cock poking her stomach.
“What if I don’t accept your condition?”
Her eyes lock on mine, the green mixed with gold is bright, and I see a difference from when she first got here. She’s more confident, more sure of herself. She's also stronger from the training. I remember the pole in her living room and I'm sure that she's been using that to get gain muscle as well.
It only makes me want her more. And I won’t say it out loud, but I would give her whatever she wanted. I just hate that what she wants is for me to share because I want her. I want all of her all to myself.
“Then you don’t get to have me.”
“Telling me no doesn’t stop me. You know that, killer.”
“It should.” She shifts again, her breath hitching, and I know she feels me.
“Why? You want sweet?” I bring my lips to her cheek, ghosting them over her skin as I continue, “You want someone to treat you like you’re fragile?” I move down her neck, barely touching her.
She hums, her head falling back against the wall as I continue.
“You want someone to take you to dinner? Someone who will ask permission to kiss you? Someone who asks before they touch your greedy cunt? Tell me that’s what you want. That it’s what gets you so wet that I can smell your arousal.”
She rubs herself against me with another soft noise as I move my mouth to trail the other side of her neck. “That’s not what you want.”
“It’s what I should want.”
“You want to be chased through the forest by three different men. You want them to take what they want from you while you act like you don’t want it. You want to be forced to take cocks in every hole you have. You want to be a drooling, crying, wet beautiful mess.”
She moans, her hands finding my shirt, fisting the fabric and anchoring herself to me.
“So, it doesn’t matter what you ask for. Doesn’t matter if you tell me no, because you’re mine. Mine to do with as I want. Mine to take.” I bite the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “Mine to fuck.” I bite her jaw. “Mine to share.” My lips linger above her mouth, and she closes the minuscule distance between us, crashing our lips together.
It’s everything I never knew I needed, but it’s because it’s her. Just like I knew would happen, I turn completely feral, claiming her mouth with mine. I force my tongue inside to taste every inch of her mouth.
She moans against me, lifting up to wrap her arms around my neck as we kiss fiercely. She doesn’t want sweet; she would never want sweet. Not with me or anyone else. Max meets every deranged and fucked up part of me, and this only brings it out even more.
I grab her ass and lift her up, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist as our mouths stay sealed together. I bite her bottom lip, and she moans. Rubbing herself against me as I thrust my hips against her and into the wall. I want to bury myself in her right now. To take like I always do.
I also want to punish her for being with them without me being involved.
Carrying her over to the bed, I drop her onto it. I descend onto her body and force her hands above her head, holding them still while keeping my mouth just barely out of reach.
She lets out that cute growl that I love, and I chuckle. “Wanting something, killer?”
She squirms slightly, but doesn’t get far when she pants, “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Hm,” I drop even more, my lips grazing hers just barely. “Guess you should’ve thought about that before you fucked them.”
I lift off her, leaving her shocked, and clearly frustrated.
“What’re you doing?” Her chest heaves with heavy breaths as I get closer to the door.
“Leaving.”
“What?”
“You got off already today. Maybe next time, you’ll make sure I’m there to help if you’re wanting me to share so badly.”
It takes an insane amount of control to walk out of her house without sinking my cock so deep inside her she feels me for the next week. But proving a point feels just as good. I want her just as desperate for me as I am for her.
Plus, I have two dickheads I have to deal with that think they can take my girl for themselves.