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Her words and the insinuation behind them make me see red. I want her to suffer through the same pain she put me through today, even if I can’t be the one to inflict it.

An idea pops into my head, but I don’t know if I can actually go through with it. When Cain turns around to check if I’m okay, knowing her words would have affected me, he finds me staring at his back and chewing on my bottom lip.

“I know that look,” he tells me, ignoring everything Christina said to him. It’s satisfying to me that he’s not giving her the reaction she wants, but at the same time, I want to see him explode on her for the trouble she’s caused. “What are you thinking, little one?”

My eyes clash with his as I debate whether or not I should tell him. Instead of answering him, I decide to act it out until it’s too much for me. It doesn’t take me long to close the distance between us, but when I do, I stand up on my toes and gently caress Cain’s head as I tilt it to the side.

“Such a beautiful tattoo,” I admire, tracing my finger across the outline of my teeth. “See, while he was supposedly texting you to tell you he misses you, he was actually getting this tattoo. It’s my bite mark, if you couldn’t guess that.”

She scoffs, either not believing me or not wanting to hear it. Maybe a little of both. I don’t just want to see her blowing me off, though. I want to see her angry. Red in the face, realizing she’s lost this battle, angry. I need more than words to get that kind of reaction out of her.

Letting go of Cain’s head and dropping from my toes, I let my arms snake around his waist. My hands slip up his shirt, tracing over the letters of my name before feeling the dips of his abs.

Christina’s eyes trace every movement of my hands under his shirt, caught up in her own jealousy. The look in her eyes encourages me to keep going.

“No man should have a body this perfect. It’s criminal, really. Luckily, it’s all mine. Isn’t it, Cainy?”

“It’s all yours, baby,” he agrees with me, not daring to move a muscle. He wants to see just how far I’m going to take this. As my hands slip lower, teasing the edge of his jeans, he releases a groan. It’s the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard, especially knowing she’s listening to it. It’s me making him feel this, not her.

“That’s cute,” Christina sneers at me, trying to hide her feelings. “What you probably don’t know is that this is a game of ours. Cain likes to watch other men fawn all over me. Sometimes, he even likes to watch them touch me. It makes him feel powerful knowing that no matter what, I’m his. We’ve never really played the game in reverse, but if he wants to change the rules, who am I to say no?”

If there was any part of me that still doubted how devoted Cain is to me and only me, her words would prove him right. He’s too possessive to allow another man to touch what’s his. There’s no way he would stand by and watch it happen. Even when he was hiding in my bedroom, watching me attempt to sleep with the guy from the bar, he didn’t let it go very far before he taught me a lesson. He certainly didn’t enjoy watching another man fawn all over me, either.

My hand slips into his jeans, feeling his rock hard cock straining against the zipper. It jumps as my fingers graze it, welcoming my touch.

“Ainsley,” he growls in a warning tone. I know exactly what that tone means, but it only makes me smile as I grip his cock and pump my hand up and back down, teasing him with my touch.

“I have to admit, I’m a little jealous. The weight of his cock in my hand is something I could never get used to. I won’t even talk about how it feels to have him inside of me,” Christina tells me. Cain and I both try to ignore her, but her words are still getting to me. I hate the reminder of her sleeping with him, even if it is in the past.

“Cain?” I call out.

“Yes, baby?”

“Are you mine?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Prove it.”

He looks over his shoulder, a question forming in his eyes. “Tell me what to do, little one, and I’ll do it.”

I step in front of him, putting my body between his and Christina’s, blocking her view of him. He watches as I lower my pants and kick them to the side, giving Christina a view of the plug he put inside of me as I bend over to pull them over my feet. A wicked smile stretches across his face as he realizes exactly what I’m asking him to do.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right? If you want me to take you to the bedroom so we can have some privacy?”

“I want her to watch,” I tell him. “She needs to see who you belong to.”

That’s all he has to hear to assure himself that this is what I want. He grabs me behind my thighs and hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. As he walks me to the metal table in the middle of the room, his foot catches on the leg of Christina’s chair and drags her around. Her chair is now facing us, forcing her to watch as Cain claims me as his.

As he sits me on the table, the coolness of the table seeps into my skin, sending shivers along my spine. Cain gazes into my eyes, watching for any sign that I’m changing my mind, but he won’t find it.

Not wanting him to find a reason to stop this, my hands grapple with the button on his pants, trying to undo it. Cain swats my hands away so he can undo it with a single flick of his fingers.

“Normally, I use this table to torture those that have wronged me,” Cain states as he pulls his zipper down and finally relieves the pressure on his cock. “Actually, I had someone on this table just the other day. One of Guerra’s men. Let’s just say you’re about to have a much better experience than he did.”

He pulls down his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. Next to us, I hear Christina take in a sharp inhale at the sight. I eye her as I take Cain in my hand and give him slow, torturous pumps. “Like what you see? He knows how to use it, too.”

“Like I don’t know that,” she spits back at me. “Trust me, I know how he feels when he’s inside of me.”

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