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“Cain, please,” she whines, hips searching and grinding against my cock, trying to ease her ache.

“Easy. You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you.” Using a firm grip, I press her hips back into the mattress.

Daddy’s here now, little hellcat.

Chapter Twenty-Four

EVAN

My hands frantically find their way to the hem of his shirt and yank hard. I’m desperate to get it off. Desperate to feel his skin flush against mine. Desperate for the connection.

He gives me this, yanking his shirt off in one swoop like all the guys do in the movies. I barely even register the move because all I can think about is having my turn to explore. I trail my fingers over every scar, tattoo, and mark that makes up Cain. I want to commit every inch of him to memory and savor what his weight feels like on me, how his skin feels against mine.

I scratch my nails lightly down his chest, making a shiver run through him. I feel empowered because I did that. I have that effect on him. I start to pull his belt through the loops when he stops me, making me look up at him in question.

Did I misread where this was going?

“I get to play first, little hellcat.” He devilishly smirks at me before undoing the button on my jeans and roughly pulling them down my legs until I can kick them off the rest of the way with my feet.

Cain sharply inhales as he notices the tiny little black scrap of lace I have on. “Jesus. Are those even panties? I can see your slit.”

“Yes,” I breathe, thrusting my hips up toward him, begging for any kind of contact to help ease the ache. “I only wear thongs.”

His eyes flare, and he lets out a low growl from deep in his chest—a sound I’ll never get tired of hearing. In one quick motion, Cain snaps the thin material and rips it off me.

“Hey! It might not cover much, but those are still expensive,” I whine. I need more than deep growls and ripped panties.

“I’ll buy you more,” he replies before his face dives toward my core, inhaling deep. “I knew you’d smell sweet.” He rubs his nose along my slit, slowly driving me insane as he inhales one more time. “Yeah. You smell like mine.”

My hands quickly find their way into his hair, roughly pulling and yanking every which way as his tongue finally runs along my slit.

“Yes,” I hiss as his tongue explores, circling my entrance before sliding back up. My hips have a mind of their own as they start thrusting up, needing more of everything. His firm grip on my hip pushes it back into the mattress, holding me down.

Damn, if that doesn’t make me feel owned.

I gasp as he roughly sucks my clit into his mouth while two thick fingers shove deep inside without warning, not waiting for me to adjust before quickly thrusting in and out. The ache is slightly relieved, but it isn’t enough.

I need more.

He knows I need more.

“Cain,” I whine, trying to thrust out of the hold he has on my hips, chasing that small build I can feel starting. He lets out a low chuckle before I feel empty at the quick loss of his mouth and fingers. I hear his belt hit the hardwood floor, making my eyes fly open, shooting straight to his hands that are drawing his zipper down.

I can’t help but lick my lips as he slowly pulls his jeans down, seeing he’s gone commando, and damn, that’s so hot.

“You want this dick?” Cain growls while gripping the thick base and slowly giving himself a pump.

My eye catches a silver glint with the motion, zeroing in on the base of his cock. Holy shit. Is that…? “Are you pierced?” The words are just above a whisper because this man is my fantasy come to life. How did I not notice that before? I guess, in my defense, I was a little shocked and overwhelmed when everything was happening.

“Yeah, little hellcat. I can tell by that drenched pussy that you’re into it. Now be a good girl and spread those sweet thighs for Daddy. I want to look at what I’m about to claim.”

My breathing increases as a sound I’ve never heard before slips out of me at him saying he wants to claim me. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second as I spread my legs. I know I’m glistening.

“Fuuuuck.” Cain pumps his cock faster. “You’re drenched for me, babe. You think you deserve this?” He tugs at the head, making it weep.

“Yes,” I say, licking my lips. All I want is his cock.“Gimme. It’s mine.”

“You claiming it?” he rumbles

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