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My eyes turn from her back to Cain, only to find him looking at me with uncertainty. I give him a small smile, letting him know that while her words are affecting me more than I’d like, I still trust him not to hurt me.

“I’m never going to look at this table the same again,” Cain muses as his gaze dips down. “Not with the way you’re dripping all over it.”

He pulls my hand away from him and inches closer to me, positioning his cock to sit right at my entrance. My hips grind into him, trying to get him to push inside of me, but his gaze isn’t on me. I watch as his hand reaches out and slaps Christina across the face, forcing her eyes to spring open.

“You will watch this,” Cain commands. With her eyes now open and trained on us, he pushes forward, seating himself inside of me with a single thrust. “Fuck.”

At the same time he breathes the word, a moan escapes my throat as my head falls back in pleasure.

“You will watch while I claim her.” Thrust. “My girl.” Thrust. “My future wife.” Thrust. “The only woman I want.”

“He’s talking about me, if you couldn’t guess that,” Christina announces. This time, it’s me that reaches to the side and slaps her so hard that her head jerks to the side and the sound reverberates off the walls.

Cain fucks me like we haven’t touched each other in months. He’s not gentle about it, nor does he hold back. He gives us both the passionate sex we needed to finally make up.

With her watching, Cain and I reunite as both of our hearts bleed into each other. This is where we belong. Together, in each other’s arms, where no one can come between us. Not even the woman still trying to claim I’m here because Cain wants revenge.

Cain fucks me brutally, and all I can do is hold on tight until an explosive orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t try to make it last as he joins me with his own orgasm, filling me with his cum as he pumps into me a few more times. This wasn’t about making me come until my legs were shaking, or lasting so long that we both needed a bath and a nap afterwards. This was to prove a point. To show Christina that she’ll never have him.

He cups my face in his hands as we both come down from our highs and places a gentle kiss against my lips. “You’re mine,” he growls as he pulls away.

“I’m yours,” I agree.

“Marry me.”

I can’t help the laugh that erupts from me, causing Cain to growl in response. It’s not exactly the best way to respond to a man’s proposal.

“Please tell me this isn’t really how you planned to propose today.”

“I didn’t plan for this at all,” he answers, looking offended still. “My plan was to come down here and torture some answers out of her before killing her. I was even hoping I’d get to see you join in. But, make no mistake, little one. I will ask you every chance I get, no matter what’s going on, until you say yes to me.”

“Yes,” I answer almost immediately.

“Yes?” he questions. “Yes, yes?”

“Not yes, yes,” I answer. “Yes, to you asking me. I want you to ask me every single time it crosses your mind. Ask me in random moments when we’re just sitting on the couch, or ask me when we’re having one of our deep conversations in the bath. Keep the surprise you had planned and ask me then, too. Please, just never stop asking.”

His lips capture mine in a more passionate kiss, his promise to me that he won’t give up, and my answer that one day, I’ll give in. The woman awaiting what’s sure to be a gruesome death is forgotten until she groans. Cain reluctantly pulls away and helps me down from the table. As he pulls his pants back up, it’s my cue that I should probably put mine back on, too. He doesn’t wait for me to get dressed as he starts his interrogation.

Chapter 24

Ainsley

With his back to me, Cain walks to one of his torture walls and picks out a long chain. He wraps it around his hand, down and around his elbow, and back up again until it’s no longer dragging on the floor.

“This is your only chance to come clean,” Cain barks as he takes the few steps back to the woman in the chair. “For every question you refuse to answer, or every lie you tell, know that I’ll find joy in wrapping this chain tighter around your neck.”

If I didn’t know that his threat was directed at her, I’d probably be cowering away from him. But, much to my surprise, how he’s threatening to torture her for my sake has my thighs rubbing together.

“You can start with why you came here,” Cain starts. I see him peeking at me from the corner of his eyes as I pull the last of my clothing on. My point was made, now it’s his turn.

“I came because I miss you, Cainy,” she answers as if she doesn’t understand why he would think there’s another reason.

With lightning speed, Cain unwraps the chain from his arm and hooks it around her neck. Her eyes widen with panic, but she doesn’t offer another reason.

“That’s one lie. I hope you don’t think I make empty threats,” Cain growls to her, his words alone causing goosebumps to raise on her arms. They better be from fear and not because she likes this side of him as much as I do, or else she’s going to make me do things I never thought I would do. “Who sent you?”

She scoffs, irritated that he won’t believe her. “I sent myself, duh. I just told you, I came here because I miss you.”

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