Page 59 of Unveiled

I’m tired of being the girl everyone thinks they can walk all over. First there was Cain’s father, who thought I was just a distraction he could get rid of. Then, there was Carlos. The devil himself, who did everything he could to make my life a living hell. Even Cain, with the way he stalked and kidnapped me to make me fall in love with him.

Now, there’s Christina. Thinking she can waltz right into Cain’s house and kick me out so she can have him all to herself, and I let her. She’s probably so smug right now, wherever she is, thinking she’ll give all of it some time to blow over and then she’ll come back and make a move on him.

Not on my watch.

“It’s yours,” Cain promises me. “Just come home with me.”

Cautiously, I nod my head, still not sure if I’m making the best decision. All I know is that I want to enjoy the rest of my spring break with Cain.

“Can I drive the Corvette back?” I ask after climbing off his lap. He looks at me with stern eyes as he stands, as if I’m a child asking for candy before dinner. “Please?”

My eyelashes flutter as I give him the most adorable puppy eyes I can manage, but when that doesn’t work, I do the next best thing. My body presses against his as I rise on my tiptoes and place kisses along his jaw, making him putty in my hands.

“Pretty please?”

He holds me against his body as he groans, letting me see the moment he caves. Cain never was very good at saying no to me, especially when I beg.

“You’re going to be very careful with my baby,” he instructs me. My head bobs up and down enthusiastically, agreeing to his words. “And when we get home, you’re going to let me punish you for running away from me.”

I swallow nervously, but don’t object. We made promises to each other last night, and I already broke mine.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he reassures me as my face falls. “There’s a reward waiting for you, too.”

“Pull your pants down and bend over on the bed,” Cain instructs me as I follow him into his bedroom.

I definitely wasn’t careful with his car on the way back here. How could I be? That car has more power than I’ve ever experienced, and this time I wasn’t holding back sobs while driving it. I enjoyed every second of speeding down those roads, even if it means my punishment will be worse.

My pants wrap around my ankles once I shimmy them down. Cain searches for something in the nightstand as I bend over the bed, waiting for my punishment. Images of him spanking me like a child flash through my mind, causing a dull ache to settle between my thighs. As I rub them together, trying to find even the smallest amount of relief, his hand lands firmly against my ass.

“Is this turning you on, little one?” His voice is husky, telling me he’s just as turned on at the sight of my ass sticking straight out as I am at the thought of him smacking it.

“Yes,” I answer, my voice breathy even to my own ears. He kicks my legs apart as far as he can with my pants restricting the movement, taking away my ability to rub my thighs together.

His hand moves between my thighs, finding the spot I only prayed he would touch. A moan slips through my lips as soon as he makes contact.

The reaction earns me a sharp slap to my pussy, making me jerk away from him.

“This is for my enjoyment, not yours,” he growls at me. Despite his words, his finger finds my clit again as he pushes his erection against my ass. I hold back my moan this time, wanting to prolong my pleasure. “Do you know why I’m punishing you Ainsley?”

It’s hard to focus on his words with the way his fingers are working me, but as soon as his finger slides to my other hole, my attention sharpens. I nod as a response to his question and try to move away, but I’m trapped between the bed and his body.

“Say it,” he commands me.

“I broke my promise. I walked away from you.”

His finger works my hole, spreading my arousal to allow him an easier entrance. As soon as he pushes his finger inside of me, I force myself to relax, knowing that fighting this will only make it worse.

“Are you ever going to do it again?”

His finger pumps in and out, slowly at first as he allows me to adjust to the intrusion. My head shakes in response, which earns me a sharp slap against my ass.

“Say it, Ainsley,” he commands. I shouldn’t love the way he gives me orders during sex, but I just can’t help myself. There’s nothing sexier than when Cain takes control.

“I’ll never do it again,” I promise him. His finger quickens its pace, pulling a reaction from me that even I don’t expect. I start to back into him, meeting his finger halfway through its thrusts and welcoming the sensations he’s giving me. It’s not enough to relieve the pressure between my thighs, but it doesn’t feel bad, either.

Suddenly, his finger pulls out, leaving me empty.

“Keep relaxing for me,” he directs me as he takes a step back from me. As a cold liquid runs down my exposed crack, I force myself not to jerk away from it, even though I know what it means.

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