Chapter Ten
ENYA
Isit alone on the church house steps, my knees clutched to my chest. It’s eerie in the parish house, alone at night.
The wind howling through the wide-open fields adds an unimaginable creepiness to this place.
I tried being a good girl for Cain. I went home and straight to my room, praying after I got back.
But, I couldn’t stop thinking about Cain.
About what he had planned to save my dad and me from this mess.
After the order he gave me, I’d expected he’d be in the church praying and asking God to save our souls.
But, I arrived to find the parish house in cold emptiness.
No light, no Cain, no statue out front. Only me, the wind, and God.
Lights in the distance draw my eyes up to the gate leading into the garden. The vehicle rolls down the driveway, and parks between the shattered water feature and me. The blinding headlights make it impossible to see who is inside.
“Enya?” I hear Father Cain’s voice as he steps out of the car.
“Cain?” I jump to my feet and rush towards him.
“What are you doing here?” Cain asks. “I told you—”
“I couldn’t wait until tomorrow,” I reply. I duck around the car’s door and throw myself into his arms. He’s not wearing a shirt, but I can feel a belt of material wrapped around his chest.
“I was worried about you.”
“You didn’t have to be.” Cain presses his lips against the crown of my head.
“Are you upset at me for disobeying you?” I ask. Cain leans into the car, cuts the engine, and turns off the lights.
“No, Enya, I could never be upset at you,” Cain replies. “I’m actually really happy you’re here.”
“Why’s that?” A smile tugs on my face.
“It’s been a hell of a night, and I don’t want to spend the rest of it alone,” he says, taking my hand. Cain walks me around the church to his home behind it. He doesn’t speak for most of the walk, but I can feel an uneasiness building inside him.
“Enya, I sorted out your problem,” he says.
“You did?” What’s that supposed to mean?
He shuffles through his pockets for his house keys, unlocking the door.
“I’ve taken care of Dominic Dresden and his cronies.” Cain leads me inside. He reaches for the light switch, stopping before he flicks it on.
“What do you mean taken care of?” my curiosity gets the better of me.
“Someday, I’ll answer that question. But right now, I need to show you something,” Cain says.
My heart starts racing uncontrollably. Cain’s acting strangely. He sounds scared. I never want him to feel this way around me.
Cain flicks on the light switch with a heavy sigh. From his midsection up to his neck, he’s littered with scars and tattoos—crosses, angels, and various other religious symbols are scattered across his body.
A strap crisscrosses his chest, with the end of a shotgun sticking out of a holster.
Two pistols rest on his hips. Caked blood covers his swollen face.
His right eye is blue and inflamed. Cain looks as if he just stepped out of a warzone.
It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what taking care of Dominic meant.
“What the hell happened to you?” I rush towards him, gently cupping his chin in my hand to get a better look at his face.
“You should see the other dog.” Cain chuckles.
“You’re hurt.”
“This is barely a scratch, really,” he says, brushing a hand through my hair. “I just need to get cleaned up.”
“Can I help you?” I ask.
Cain nods, and takes my hand from under his chin. He clasps it in his, before leading me through his house. We move quickly through the bedroom and into the bathroom, where Cain runs a bath.
“Sit down,” I tell Cain, as we wait for the tub to fill. He obeys, taking a seat on the edge. Even seated, I’m only a little taller than he is. I grab a cloth from the sink and run it under the warm water and then I lather it with soap.
“This is gonna sting,” I warn, before dabbing the cloth against his damaged face. Little bruises dot his face. Cain doesn’t move. He doesn’t even wince while I clean his face.
Once the blood and muck covering his skin is cleaned up, Cain looks a lot better. I toss the cloth into the sink, and pull myself against him. His hands snake their way around my hips, and mine around his neck.
“Thank you, Enya,” Cain says, pressing his lips against mine.
“It’s my pleasure,” I reply, bringing a hand up to my forehead in salute. There’s no reason for it, apart from an attempt at being cute.
“How are you feeling?” I ask. Cain sinks a hand into the bathwater.
“Better with you here,” he says. He reaches over to the tap, and shuts the water off.
He stands up straight, before removing the holster from his shoulder, and then the two on his hip.
He stretches from side to side, and I’m in awe at how perfect his body is.
He has broad shoulders, a firm chest, and a rock-hard six-pack.
The black scripture tattoos layering his skin only add to his bad boy sex appeal.
“Are you just gonna stand here while I bathe?” Cain asks, undoing the belt from his waist. A dark grin crosses his face.
“Uhm,” I feel my cheeks flushing. “May I join you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Cain says.
He takes a few steps towards me. He leans in, pressing his lips against mine, while those rough, calloused hands slink underneath my shirt and graze my smooth bare skin. I can’t fight the giggling that comes from his ticklish touch, but Cain isn’t bothered.
He presses me against the wall, still locked in our passionate embrace, our tongues tangling freely against one another. His stiff erection brushes up against my belly through his pants.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our afternoon in the confessional all day,” he whispers into my mouth. “Your magical mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I bite his bottom lip, tugging as I pull away. “Is that right?”
Cain nods, his silver eyes locking onto mine.
“What if I told you, I’ve got another hole I’d like you to fill?” I ask him. I grab the button holding up his pants and frantically start undoing it. As soon as I’ve got it released, I force the fabric down to the ground. Cain’s cock twitches between us, bobbing back and forth.
“Then, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” Cain replies.
He grabs my shirt and hoists it over my head, tossing it to one side.
His wide eyes fall on my naked breasts hungrily, and he licks his lips.
Cain doesn’t hold back, but buries his face between them, kissing, licking, and nibbling at every inch of my exposed flesh.
I run my hands through his hair, holding him in place.
While his mouth goes to work, Cain’s hands tug at the thin fabric of my shorts. They crumple at my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Enya,” Cain whispers against my chest. His hot breath against my skin sends tingles up my spine.
“No, you’re perfect, Daddy,” I reply.
Calling him Daddy sends Cain into a lustful spiral. His tongue grazes my nipple, lapping up the skin all the way to my neck. Gentle nibbles move along until he hits my earlobe. A mounting pressure builds in my core, and my panties sink to the ground at Cain’s touch.
He breaks the kiss to inspect my body again.
He slides his fingers between my thighs, parting my quivering lips with a V made from his index and middle finger.
My legs turn to water at his touch, and I nearly collapse, but throw an arm over him to steady myself.
Without warning, Cain sinks the tip of his finger into me.
This time I don’t have to command him to go deeper.
He slides it in and out of me until my sex is wet and glistening.
While Cain thrusts his fingers into my tight hole, I run my hand down his body and onto his throbbing erection. He accepts my touch with a moan, pressing his face between my tits again. This time, his focus is on my nipples, sucking one in between his lips, flicking it viciously with his tongue.
All the overwhelming sensations build to a peak inside my body. The sensation coils low in my stomach, and before I have a chance to realize what is happening, all the tension in my body washes away in an electrifying orgasm.
“I need to feel you inside of me,” I whisper into Cain’s ear, running my tongue along his neck. I don’t give him time to answer or react, as I break away from him. I bend over the bathtub, my ass in the air, giving Cain full view of all on offer.
With his cock still between my fingers, I line him up with my entrance.
No more waiting, no more games, I need every inch of him filling me up.
I’ve thought about this moment for weeks.
I played it over and over again in my head as I’ve touched myself at night, and while I pleasured myself in front of him…
Now it’s finally happening. I finally get to fulfill my deepest, darkest desires and Cain wants it just as badly as I do. I bring the tip of Cain’s package right up to my entrance. I move my hips up and down against him, and his knees buckle with my every motion.
“Put it in me, Daddy,” I turn over my shoulder to face him.
Cain grabs my thighs while he eases his cock into my pussy. The tip slides in perfectly, but as he presses deeper, my arms collapse, and I nearly tumble forward into the bathwater.
Cain moves slowly to start, but his pace quickens with every thrust. He pulls back, slamming hard as far as his cock will go.
“You’re so tight,” Cain mutters, his grip tightening on my hips. I start throwing them back against his rigidity, finding a perfect back and forth rhythm with him.
“You’re so fucking big,” I reply in a whimper, accepting him whole. Cain’s continuous slamming sends me over the edge. I shove a hand between my thighs, find my clit, and start to rub in quick circles.
Cain’s thrusting, aided by my stimulation, sends me spiraling into euphoria. I feel myself tightening further around Cain’s cock, with climax after climax tearing through my core. His relentless thrusting drives me through each one until I can’t feel my legs anymore.
“I want you to come inside of me, Daddy. I want to feel your hot seed fill me up,” I sputter.
As if those were some magic words, Cain’s entire body contorts.
The rough pumping turns to longer, harder thrusts.
Guttural animalistic noises escape his open mouth with every motion.
Then, as he screams my name, hot, sticky streams of his seed fill me to the brim.
“The things you fucking do to me, woman,” Cain laughs, gasping for air. He staggers towards the bath, dropping down into it.
His words barely register as pleasure still clouds my mind. I’m still riding the peak of my pleasure, and I’m dripping in Cain’s juices. I join him in the bath, snuggling up to him beneath the warm water. I couldn’t have imagined it, any other way.