Page 70 of Unveiled

Cassie stands to get another glass of wine after finishing the glass she almost spilled, and I get the perfect idea for introducing them to Cain.

“I have a picture of him, hold on.” I search around my chair for my phone, but can’t find it. “Shit. I left my phone in my room.”

“I’m already up, I’ll get it!” Cassie exclaims before I can even stand up. She rushes into my room, clearly excited to see a picture of our newest subject of gossip.

I expect her to come rushing out of my room with just as much excitement while holding my phone in her hand. Instead, she backs out of my room slowly, confusion and a little fear covering her features.

“Um, Ainsley?” she says without making eye contact. She’s too busy staring into my room to look at me. “There’s a scary but kind of hot guy on your bed.”

With the wine in my system, I take a minute to process that she’s not joking. Someone is in my bed, waiting for me, and I know exactly who it is. Why didn’t he tell me he was here? Maybe he didn’t want to interrupt girls’ night. My face splits into a grin as I jump from my chair and rush to my bedroom.

Only a few hours have passed, but even that was too much time away from him. When I reach my room, I find him lying in my bed with his arms crossed behind his head, staring at my ceiling.

“Cain,” I breathe. Seeing him loosens the knot in my chest I didn’t even know was there.

Except, he doesn’t turn to greet me. He doesn’t even look at me.

“Cain?” My tone is more questioning when he doesn’t even acknowledge my presence in the room. Is he asleep? No, I can see his eyes open while he stares at the dark ceiling.

This time, his head turns slowly to look at me.

If looks could kill, there would be a dagger sticking out of my chest.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I tell the girls as I pull the door shut, giving us some privacy. They squeal in the living room, obviously excited to not only hear about the man I spent spring break with, but also to meet him. Though, with that look, tonight might not be the best time for him to be around them.

With the door closed and the room now bathed in darkness, I can no longer see the angry glare he’s sending my way. Feeling more confident, I close the distance to my bed and climb in before curling against his chest. Even with him angry at me, this is exactly where I want to be.

“Is there anything you would like to tell me?” he asks instead of wrapping me in his arms.

I decide to play dumb to avoid his wrath. There’s no way he knows what I did today. “I missed you,” I tell him. It’s the truth without getting me in more trouble, at least.

His body tenses against mine, but he doesn’t return the sentiment. Instead, he jumps up, knocking me to my back so he can climb on top of me and press his body into mine. My breath hitches as he grabs my cheeks roughly and forces me to look at the outline of his face I can barely see in the dark.

“Don’t tell me you forgot I had cameras in here,” he growls at me. My eyes widen as I realize that I completely forgot about that. When I brought Ethan in here, I didn’t think of Cain being able to see us. That was supposed to be a private conversation, away from prying ears. But he was listening.

“I -” I start, not knowing if I’m going to explain or let him know just how mad I am that he invaded my privacy like that. He squeezes my cheeks tighter to prevent me from speaking.

“What did I say would happen if I found you in bed with him again? You let him touch you while he professed his love to you, Ainsley,” he growls, clearly being ruled by his anger right now. “Shake your head yes or no. Was that a smart choice?”

I shake my head. No, in hindsight, it wasn’t very smart of me. I should have met Ethan at his apartment, where we could have actually been alone.

“Should I punish you, or should I punish him?” he asks, giving me a choice.

It’s an easy one. I can handle whatever he throws at me, because he would never actually hurt me. As for Ethan, if Cain gets his hands on him in the state he’s in I may never see my best friend again.

“Me,” I mumble around his fingers squeezing my cheeks. Praying he heard me right, I wait for his grip to release my face so he can dole out his punishment of choice. A spanking? Another mark to prove I belong to him? He wouldn’t reopen the letters on my back, and he wouldn’t do anything to make me hate him.

“Or, better yet, I could punish you both. I could fuck you right here and send the video to him, so he’s forced to watch you cry out for me. He would watch me claim you and see just how you come undone for me.”

My head whips to the side as much as it can, remembering the girls on the other side of the door, most likely staying as silent as possible so they can hear us. Cain’s head turns to look, too.

Finally, he lets go of my cheeks and jumps off the bed. When he reaches the door, he pulls it open to find both of my friends wide eyed and trying to scramble away from the door. They both look him up and down, their eyes dragging over his tall frame.

“Ladies,” he greets them, sounding much friendlier than he’s been with me over the last minute. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to put an end to tonight's fun so I can spend some time with Ainsley, but I promise to return her to you in the morning.”

They both break into giggles as he shuts the door on them. Before he returns to the bed, he turns the light in the room on so I can see the anger pushing away the friendly mask he was just wearing.

“Cain,” I start, ready to talk him out of his anger now that he’s not preventing me from speaking, but he holds up a finger to silence me.

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