CHAPTER 7 CADEN #2
My muscles bunch. I’m so fucking backed up I feel like I might just explode. I gulp down, close my eyes for a moment, trying desperately to pull myself back from the depths my primal brain is yanking me down to.
“Well,” Elodie whispers, voice hoarse, “I don’t.”
I open my eyes. Just one more look, then I’ll go.
I get on my haunches and push Elodie’s knees up. She doesn’t fight me but flings her head to the side again.
Still pretty, still pink, still… wet?
I look up at her face, watch her straining her neck to angle her head as far away from me as possible and now I see the attempt to avoid humiliation. I got her wet.
“What’s the matter, Elodie? Can’t take the fact your fiancé made you wet? What was it, the choking, the threats, the images of me ramming my cock in you? Or was it simply just me?”
“Get fucked, you creep.”
Doesn’t my wife-to-be have a way with words?
If I wasn’t so dazed from this erotic view in front of me, the name calling would push me over the edge.
I gaze back down at her glistening pussy.
The urge to feel the slick flesh curls itself around my throat and chokes me.
It’s like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow I just can’t seem to reach.
But Fiz did. Fiz touched this before me.
The bitterness is sour in my mouth. My hand trails from her knee all the way up her inner thigh and rests in the crevice that meets her groin, the heat seeping into my skin.
Her breath hitches.
“Look at me,” I say in a quiet voice.
She whimpers, tears falling across her face as she turns.
She’s pretty, I can’t deny it. With a few good meals and a few more days for the injuries to clear, she might even be attractive. Not that it’s enough. There’s nothing special about her. Except maybe her intelligence. But her hacking skills could be taught to anyone with half a brain.
I lock my eyes with hers as I graze my hand over the hair of her pussy, watching her reaction. My finger slips through her slit from all her arousal, and it glides right inside. Her eyes widen and her lips fall apart slightly as the tiniest gasp escapes between them.
A quiet “fuck” leaves my lips as a hundred images rush through my mind. Tying her down, bending her every which way a body’s not meant to be bent, and filling her with my cock. Watching those tears fall in pain, then I’d lap them up on my tongue, tasting her sweet terror.
I’m fighting so hard not to lose control and shove myself deep into her that I can feel my face screwing up, like I’m in physical pain.
Not far off, really. My balls have never ached this much.
I’ve never allowed myself to get this close to temptation while abstaining.
She must think I’m deranged. She wouldn’t be wrong.
Why did this have to happen during The Cleanse?
My needs are fighting a savage battle with my discipline.
The more I twist my finger around inside her, the more my senses turn to mush.
My brain scrambles even more when I notice her expression.
I could put money on that being pleasure dancing all over her face. Her eyes remain on me.
She winces as I shove my finger in to the knuckle. “Please, stop.”
Her whispered plea sends a lightning bolt of heat through my cock. How the fuck can I walk away from this, from her squirming and begging?
I don’t. I twist my finger inside her, holding her gaze. She doesn’t look away, just as enraptured as I am.
She’s so warm, so tight, my hand works on its own and I swear I see the deep divots in between her brows soften. She’s enjoying it. She enjoys me playing with her.
“Not looking so defiant now, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Do you like it when I play with your pussy?”
More tears spill from her eyes. “No. Please, stop, Caden.”
Fuck. The way my name falls off her lips in that desperate whisper nearly has me surging into her body. The plea in her voice at odds with the lust in her eyes. My head’s spinning.
I can feel the tip of my cock getting wet with pre-cum and that’s what snaps me back. I’m hauled from my hypnotic state. I whip my hand away from her body. Her knees instantly slam shut, her body coiling up into a ball.
What a weak bastard I am.
Fifteen days, that’s all, then I can wank this frustration out.
I climb off the bed, breathless and shaking. “I’ll need a name from you, still, Elodie.”
“It was my dad,” she whispers, tiny and weak.
Why wouldn’t she just say that before? Unless she’s lying.
Does she know how important that is to me? Is she just protecting herself and she really is a whore, or was it actually her father?
My head’s spinning too much to think clearly. “You’re not to leave this room for the rest of the night. I’ll check on you in the morning.” I close the door behind me before she can answer.
I whack my head with a fist a few times.
It doesn’t give me the satisfaction I need.
I need to ram it straight through a brick wall.
I’m overcome with sexual frustration, that’s all it is.
Any pussy would seem good to me right now; this must be what it’s like to be Fiz every day.
Just this morning I was saying I wouldn’t touch her, wouldn’t go near her.
It’s not even been twenty-four hours and I’ve already played with her pussy. I’m no better than Fiz.
I trudge back downstairs to join the boys, head reeling. Those bruises. Those marks. The obvious fingerprints around her groin. That’s my kind of shit. Nothing gets me off like that. So why the hell did seeing them on her fill me with nothing but a white-hot rage?
I shake my head. It’s just my caveman brain right now.
The instinct to protect, perhaps. Nothing to do with her.
It doesn’t matter if she’s got a pretty cunt, or face, or eyes.
She’s a Valor. Everything I hate in a human being.
But she has basically challenged me. I can find out anything I want to know about her.
I pull out my phone and send two texts. One to our private doctor, Higgins, asking him to get his hands on her entire medical record, then one to Milo, our right hand in the business, asking him to do as much digging as he can into the private history of Elodie Valor. Let’s find out what she’s really about.
In fifteen days all this ambivalence towards her will split like the Red Sea and I can hate her in peace once I bust a nut. I can’t get mixed up in this. This morning I thought my biggest challenge would be controlling her, now I think it might be controlling myself.