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I shake my head again, and instead of one kiss, he trails passionate kisses up my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My orgasm is getting closer, the closest he’s let me get tonight. All I need to do is stay quiet.

“Say. It.” He holds the button, turning off the vibrator and making me collapse against him. “Say my name. The name you tried to cry out before you even knew what it was. The name you whispered seductively in my ear over and over again. The name you moaned while another man was touching you, because you only ever wanted me. The name you refuse to speak because you know when you do, you won’t be able to fight me anymore.”

Cain. His name lights up the inside of my mind, but still, I fight.

Cain. The man that I dreamed of, only days after he kidnapped me. I didn’t even know his name, but I wanted his touch. I dreamed of him blindfolding me and handcuffing me to the bed, just so he could taste my pussy. He told me his name for the first time after he listened to me crying out his initial in my sleep.

Cain. The man I spent three weeks getting to know as intimately as two people can know each other. By the time I finally went to his bed, his name was the only name I ever wanted to speak.

The vibration between my legs starts again, and he has to hold me up as everything comes crashing down around me.

Cain. The name I cried while another man was trying to rape me, because the only way I could survive it was by imagining that it was Cain in that closet, touching me and making me come.

“Say it, Ainsley.”

Cain. The man I’ve been hopelessly in love with for months now, no matter how much I’ve tried to deny it. He’s the only man that could ever make me love him so completely that I would allow him to carve his name into my skin.

My orgasm explodes inside of me, the sweet release I’ve been begging for all night, but my fight is gone.

“Cain!” I cry out, tears flowing down my face as I allow all our memories, good and bad, to bombard me.

“Cain.” His name is the only word I can breathe as my world comes crashing down around me, my feelings finally unveiled and impossible to deny.

Chapter 16

The Monster

“That’s my girl,” I praise her as I push her back against the house and hoist her up, wrapping her legs around me. As quickly as I can, not caring if I fumble, I pull myself out of my jeans and pull the vibrator out of her dripping pussy.

As soon as she’s empty, I fill her right back up. She cries out as I enter her and digs her nails into my shoulders. I push my cock in as far as it can fit as she clamps down around me, begging me to go deeper.

“Say it again,” I command her as I pull out and slam back in. As much as I want to take my time and make sure she enjoys this, this time it’s not about her. This is about me and the war I just won, and I’m taking my prize.

“Cain,” she moans into my ear as her arms wrap around my neck.

“Now, tell me how much you love me,” I command her, only to hear her chuckle in response. I love the sound of her laugh, even if she’s laughing at me.

My pace is picking up as I push into her as quickly as I can, feeling her pussy tightening around me from the orgasm she’s still riding out. I’m about to embarrass myself with how quickly I come, but I can’t even bring myself to care anymore. Tonight, when we’re home and in my bed, I can take my time.

“I still hate you,” she breathes, her words losing the conviction she had last time she told me that. She’s breaking right in front of me, letting herself remember her feelings for me, and I’m going to be here to put her pieces back together.

“You won’t be saying that by the end of the night,” I promise her. Not with what I have in mind for my celebration. As I think of everything I can do to her tonight, I feel my orgasm building, threatening to make me explode prematurely. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close already.”

“Tell me I’m yours,” she begs me.

“You’re all mine, little one,” I tell her as my legs shake from the effort to hold back my orgasm. “Every inch of your body, every smile that lights up your face, every snarky insult is all mine. One day, you’re going to wear my ring so everyone knows you’re mine, and then I’m going to pump you full of little monsters.”

With my words, a violent orgasm rips through her. She clamps down on my cock, pulling me deeper inside of her, and I can’t hold it in anymore. I come just as explosively as she does, listening to her moan my name over and over again in my ear, like it’s the only word left in her vocabulary.

“I love you, Ainsley,” I whisper into her ear as I listen to her breathing start to calm down. I’ll say it to her every five minutes if that’s what it takes to make sure she never leaves me again. My love for her will never die, and it’s time she learns that.

She doesn’t reciprocate my declaration, but I didn’t expect her to. Not yet, at least. We have time for that. We’ve already come so far tonight; the rest will follow. I’ve won most of the battles, and tonight, I won the war.

When we’ve both calmed down enough, I pull out of her and rest her gently on her feet. It was almost easy to forget where we are and why we’re here, but now the reality of what just happened comes crashing down on us.

As I shoot her a mischievous grin, she looks at me with horror. We just fucked outside of her best friend’s house while in the middle of having dinner with him and his parents. And we weren’t exactly quiet about it, either.

“Please tell me we don’t have to go back in there,” she groans, the thought of facing everyone at that table overwhelming to her. I can see why she’s embarrassed, but I only feel triumphant.

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