Page 57 of Hide Me Darling

I’m so close to tumbling over the edge when he pulls out of me completely and the hand that was gripping my hip is suddenly between my legs. His fingers thrust inside me for a moment, then he pulls them back out of me. I whimper at the emptiness, my climax retreating like the tide.

When he lifts his hand toward his face, my stomach flips when I realize his intentions, his fingers disappearing behind the mask with a long low groan. Whatever he thinks of my taste seems to make him almost feral, his hand returns to my pussy, thrusting his fingers inside me again before he repositions himself and with a rough thrust, enters me once more with his pierced cock.

A cry tears from my throat, echoing in the confined space. He gives me no time to adjust again, his movements brutal and relentless, I can feel every inch of him moving inside me, his piercings rubbing against my sensitive walls. The pain is a sweet contrast to all of the other sensations, heightening until I can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.

Cain reaches around and shoves the wet fingers of his glove into my open mouth. “Suck,” he commands and my lips close around him, my body obeying instantly. I can taste myself there, and the groan he releases tells me I pleased him..

He pulls his fingers from my mouth and moves his hand down the front of my body until his fingers are pressed against my clit, rubbing in circles. I can feel the climax that had receded approaching again like a tsunami. The red light of his mask flares as if even it could grasp the intensity of this moment. My reflection blurs as tears fill my eyes, my emotions going haywire inside me.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear. "Now."

The command sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me with violent force. My body convulses as I scream for him. Cain follows moments later, his cum filling me as his pace stutters. All too soon the waves of pleasure subside, leaving me trembling, my muscles weak and my mind hazy.

Cain pulls out slowly, leaving me feeling empty and aching. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room. “Good fucking girl,” he murmurs, leaning closer to me again. There’s a sharp pain in my shoulder and the hazy feeling from moments before gets worse.

He catches me as my legs give out, his touch surprisingly gentle as he lowers me to the ground, the light of his mask dimming. “You’re ours, Hydessa, remember that. You always have been and you always will be.”

And then everything goes blank as I slip into unconsciousness.

Chapter 27

Cain

Iwalk into the room and find my brother already there, asleep on the bed set up to the side. On the monitors, our girl sleeps peacefully in her bed, exactly where I left her.

Anxiety races when I glance over to see my brother twitching in his sleep again, caught in another nightmare that I need to wake him from. I want to move to the chair to watch over our girl, but leaving him in that nightmare would end badly for us all. He's been doing so well, the nightmares staying at bay for so long, but I should have known they would come back this week.

I cross the room quietly, not wanting to startle him more than necessary. Kneeling beside the bed, I place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. "Brother, wake up. It's just a dream."

He jerks awake, his eyes wide and disoriented for a moment before they focus on me. There's a flash of recognition, and he lets out a shaky breath, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. "Damn it," he mutters, the frustration clear in his voice.

"It's alright," I say, trying to keep my tone soothing. "It was just a nightmare. You're here and safe, and she's here now too."

He nods, though the tension in his body doesn't fully ease. "I thought I was past this," he says, his voice rough with exhaustion.

"Nightmares don’t just disappear, especially not with what we’ve been through," I reply. "But we’re managing. You’re managing."

He sighs, his shoulders slumping as he leans back against the headboard. "Yeah, managing," he repeats, though he doesn’t sound convinced. “I just... I can’t shake the feeling that something's going to go wrong."

"That’s the fear talking," I say, squeezing his shoulder. "We’ve planned for this. We’ve covered every angle. We’re ready."

He takes a deep breath, nodding. "Some people are getting too close to her for my liking." His voice is tight with concern.

I nod, understanding his worry. "We knew they might," I reply. "The marks we left should deter most of them."

He frowns, and I can tell something is still nagging at him. "There's one that has been lurking a little too closely, I’ve seen him near her more than once," he says, and I already know who he is referring to. "You and I both know what he does to those he sets his sights on."

My jaw tightens at his words. "Then we take care of it," I say firmly. "And we use it to give her another clue."

Chapter 28

Hydessa

Waking slowly, I instantly wish I could go back to sleep to escape the pain. I groan as I roll over on the bed, every part of my body hurts. My phone chimes with a notification and for a moment I contemplate throwing it at a wall.

Is sex meant to make you feel so good but so bad at the same time? Is that what I’ve been doing wrong all these years?

Picking up my phone I click on the notification and almost sigh in relief when I see who it’s from.

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