Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
My chair creaked with my lean back, unable to think about anything other than her flowery scent lingering on my skin. I’d come to the office to get some paperwork completed, but I struggled to focus.
She made me crazy to the point that I hadn’t thought twice about claiming her.
I shoved my fingers through my hair, scraping it back. Now she just needed to claim me back to cement our bond.
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Isabelle . . .
She’d never deserved my shit attitude. Fighting her allure bit me on the fucking ass; and I regretted it so fucking much, but she wouldn’t get rid of me.
I thumped my elbows on the edge of the desk and sank my fingers into my hair. A gusty sigh exploded from my throat. I’d been trying to deal with Silvie without involving my angel, but since she’d entered my life, I’d been fucking up a lot of shit, which wasn’t me.
For fuck’s sake.
I wanted to wait to put a label on us because of the bullshit with Silvie.
The door banged open. Speaking of the devil—Silvie ran in with Barry on her heels.
“You can’t be in here, ma’am,” Barry panted between words.
“Now you’re going around with that slut,” she spat, charging at my desk, eyes glazed from whatever she shoved into her nose. I laced my hands on my stomach. She’d worked herself into hysterics already.
“What are you doing here?”
“Sir, I’m sorry.” Barry swiped the back of his hand across his clammy forehead. I put my hand up, and he clamped his lips shut, then turned to Silvie.
“What are you doing here?” I repeated with more force.
“Caine, you need to give me what we discussed,” she snapped.
“Do I?” I smirked, rocking the chair as I watched her flounder.
A soft knock at the door was the only warning I had. Isabelle rounded the wide-open door.
“Caine?” She shuffled in, sweeping her gaze across the scene Silvie made.
“You again,” his ex hissed. My heart jumped crazily at seeing her.
“Leave!” Caine bellowed, dominance to his tone. “Before I have the cops drag you away.” I jumped from the force of his shout, still a bit winded from walking through the huge building. “Now!”
She sneered and turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her. It almost hit a guy who’d been standing toward the back.
“Sorry, Mr. Astor,” he murmured, shutting the door.
I knew they had a history, and a little human between them, but besides knowing that she had done him wrong, her presence stung.
“Do you just expect me to keep accepting this?” My lip trembled and he watched me, stunned. “Dating someone with an extensive past is more difficult than you think. You’re my Scent Match.” I touched his claiming bite. “It makes everything feel more . . .”
“Intense.” Caine nodded, the serious expression on his face not leaving.
“You don’t share yourself with me, Caine,” I choked out. “What even are we if you don’t tell me things?” I couldn’t see him through the sheen in my eyes. I could blame my post-heat emotions, but this had been bubbling in me.
“You’re everything,” Caine said gruffly, striding toward me. “I don’t talk about it because I didn’t want my past to touch you.” He sounded choked up. “Don’t cry, baby.” He cupped the bottom of my jaw and lifted my face.
I sniffled.
“You never share anything with me.” I pressed my lips into a thin line. “I don’t know if this is a good idea—”
“Don’t,” he snapped. He pulled me into his arms with such force it took my breath away. “Please, don’t.” Caine shuddered. “Give me time to get her out of our lives. Please,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck.
“You promise?”
“Yes, angel.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Caine groaned, and his grip on the back of my neck squeezed to pull me back. He claimed my lips, flicking his tongue against mine.
“Fuck, I need to taste you, angel.”
He crowded me, forcing me to stumble back until the desk pressed against my spine. Caine dipped, our lips parting as he delved under my dress and yanked my panties off, then hoisted me onto the edge of the desk.
I bumped into a stapler, knocking it onto its side.
Caine gripped my jaw and swept his tongue between my lips, kissing me hard. “Fuck, I love you,” he moaned against my mouth.
He dropped to his knees and nudged my skirt up to my waist. His hand spanned across my belly and he urged me back. I propped on my palms, watching him as he stared between my legs, a hungry look on his face.
His fingertips grazed against my core, and I gasped. “My baby’s wet,” Caine murmured.
“Don’t you have to get to work?” I panted, lips parted.
“I do,” he murmured against my sex. “But I’m not done with you.”