Chapter 8 #2
I gave another experimental tug before the doors swung closed to see if I could get away from him, but his grip didn’t give. He walked me backwards until the rail framing the elevator dug into my spine. I gasped, gawking up at him. Caine clasped my jaw, angling my face up toward him.
“You are not to speak to him,” he ordered.
I blinked a few times, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what he was saying because he took my lips with his. His tongue flicked inside my mouth and he lifted my chin higher, using the angle to take command. The smooth, expert glide of his lips caused heat to pool in my belly and lower.
I whimpered, pushing back against him. His minty taste settled on my tongue. So, so good . . .
He’d gone on a date!
I yanked my head sideways, so hard he had to let me go or I would have hurt my neck. Panting, I squeezed my eyes so tightly closed it made me see blurry dots on the inside of my eyelids.
“No,” I finally exclaimed. He watched from inches away, looming over me. I tipped my chin up. “No,” I said with more force and poked his heaving chest.
He narrowed his eyes.
The elevator slid open, and I dipped under his arm, hurrying to the front door. I input the code with him hovering behind me. I could feel him seething and I had no doubt he would say something to me as soon as we crossed the threshold.
I hurried through the beeping door.
“Isabelle!” The shout was so loud it boomed across the penthouse.
I whirled on him.
“Dalton is sleeping,” I snapped.
His jaw visibly clenched. Caine gripped my wrist and tugged me down the hall. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Instead of stopping at my room, he continued walking.
“Where are you taking me?” I demanded. At the end of the hall, he shoved open the door on the left . . . to his bedroom. He let me go and shut us inside, locking it—locking me in.
I crossed my arms. “You said we wouldn’t make another mistake. You said it. And you know what? You were right.”
“Right?” he scoffed and dragged his hand through his neat hair, mussing the strands up. “Well, I take it back.”
“You can’t just take something like that back—”
He grabbed my arms, cutting me off. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” His lips curled with a sneer.
“Oh, yeah, so crazy you’re going out with women?”
His shoulders straightened and he narrowed his eyes. “One woman.”
“Yay, good for you.” I crossed my arms. “May I go, Mr. Astor?”
“I didn’t fuck anyone,” Caine gritted out.
I’d take that as a no, but I was so mad, rage continued to boil. “That brings me to another question. I should have asked you after you made me take the morning-after pill, but are you clean?” I asked tightly.
He scoffed, head jerking back. “Yes,” he said, sounding irritated by my question. “I get tested before and after every encounter.” Encounter. That was how he saw the exchange. So cold and impersonal. “You?”
“I can’t have any diseases.”
“Everyone can be exposed—”
“I can’t. There was no one before you, at least not the full-on deed.”
Silence.
“I took your virginity?” Caine said it slowly, like he didn’t believe it.
“May I go now?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to channel an icier persona.
“No,” he snapped and tugged his fingers through his hair again. He paced to the opposite end of the room, then back. “I took your virginity.”
He repeated it like he didn’t believe it.
“If you want to see it that way, sure,” I said sullenly.
Caine suddenly enveloped me in his arms. It shocked me so much I sank into the embrace.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured gruffly into my hair. “I bent you over in the fucking kitchen. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was kind of lost in the moment,” I said dryly.
His hands slid up to cup my face. “I’m so fucking sorry.” His minty breath brushed my nose, and I hated myself for swaying toward him. “I swear, I haven’t fucked anyone since you’ve entered my house.”
No one?
I couldn’t even articulate the question. “But—”
“I swear on anything you want. Believe me, I can’t see anything but you.” He chuckled, the sound bitter. “The woman from dinner is Dalton’s birth mother.”
He left me speechless, but my mind raced.
“Oh,” I croaked as tears filled my eyes. “I see.”
“No, goddammit, Isabelle. She wanted to meet to extort more money from me.” He shook his head. “The lipstick was hers. She threw herself at me, and I shoved her off immediately.”
The sincerity on his face chiseled the wall of hurt around my heart. “You’re the only one that makes me crazy.” Caine pinned me against the wall, his cock shoving against my stomach. I gasped, arching my spine at the rush of pleasure. “You’re the only one I need.”
His hands slid around my thighs, hoisting them higher, until his length prodded my core. I moaned, my head thumping against the wall. He buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered, sending chills down my back. The confession sent a thrill through my veins. “If I’m not already there.”
His sincerity blared at me, and I wanted him—so desperately.
“Take me, Caine,” I whispered.
I couldn’t handle the mess of emotions that were making me feel like I could explode. He unhooked the latch on my slacks, delved his fingers into the seam, and tore it. I yelped from the shock of it falling away and didn’t have a moment to brace myself when he ripped my panties.
With his hips still pinned against me, he pulled back.
I took the opportunity to slide my hands down his abs to the button of his jeans and yanked the zipper open.
His cock sprang free, and he shoved the pants down and kicked them off.
Grabbing onto my hips, he hoisted me higher until the tip of his cock prodded at my pussy.
I couldn’t stop trembling. So, so slowly, he seated me on him.
“Alpha,” I gasped, my eyelids fluttering shut.
He groaned, grinding harder until we were as close as we could be. “Isabelle,” he moaned, pumping his hips gently.
My back hit the wall with repeated thuds and I bunched his shirt at the shoulders. His arms pressed against my ass and he walked to his bed with me still impaled by his cock.
He sat on the edge of the bed and my knees settled on the mattress, spread wide around his waist. The angle stole my breath and with the perch, I slid up and back down. Caine moaned, his eyelashes fluttering.
“You are so fucking delicious, angel.”
I couldn’t stop my rhythm, grinding down on him with quick movements. An orgasm rushed through my system, raising goose bumps in its path. I thrashed and tugged at his shirt, moans and gasps leaving my mouth.
The violence of the orgasm tapered off, and I stilled with a groan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Alpha,” I mumbled, pressing a kiss to his neck. The anger sparking through his blue eyes really did it for me, even if he was being excessive. “Also, you can’t have John fired.”
He stiffened abruptly; I pulled back to see a glare plastered on his face. Caine rolled me to the side, ending up on top of me, cock still hard.
“You are never to speak to that man again,” he snapped and pumped his hips.
“That’s excessive—Oh.” I shivered, my limbs seizing at his quick pumps that popped his knot in and out of my channel, adding to the sensations of bliss. I arched my hips to meet his thrusts. The hard slap of our flesh was erotic and flared my desire to life.
He didn’t stop after my third . . . or fifth orgasm.