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Chapter 8

Cain

She looks fucking perfect like this. Naked, bound, exposed—and covered in my cum.

“Like a piece of art,” I comment, throwing her a condescending smile.

Tears are filling her eyes as she glances up at me with such despair written all over her expression that I almost feel sorry for her.

Almost.

She deserves this. She ran away from me. She hid from me.

Riley doesn’t deserve to come, and she sure as hell doesn’t get to wish for anything.

“Clean me,” I command, stepping closer and bending my knees to bring my cock to her face.

She regards me with an annoyed look, but compliantly parts her lips and sticks her tongue out like a good girl. I grow hard again the moment her lips wrap around my length, and I have to stop myself from not ramming my cock all the way back into her throat.

She closes her eyes, her tongue tracing along the lower side of my shaft while she literally sucks on me, greedy to taste every last drop of cum.

She’s driving me crazy. She always has, this fucking little minx.

And she will pay for it.

I tear myself away from her before I lose control and give in to her begging. There’s nothing I’d rather do right now than to fuck the living hell out of her—but this is not the time nor the place for that.

I need to leave her wanting more. I need her to be in this constant state of arousal and fixated on me, only giving her bits and pieces as she tries all within her power to please me.

The letdown is clearly visible on her face when I pull up my pants and take away her favorite toy.

“You’re really not letting me come?” she implores, desperation lacing every word.

“That’s correct.”

“Then... what’s happening next? You’re just sending me home like this?”

“I told you, you’re not going home tonight.”

She presses her lips together, her lashes batting nervously.

“I know, I know, and there is no job,” she retorts in a mocking tone. “Which, by the way, I’m still angry about. I had high hopes for this job, and I really need it. That was a mean trick to play on me!”

She pouts now, looking like a stubborn little girl as she inclines her head to look up at me.

She’s still not getting it.

Riley still thinks this is a game.

“I lied to you,” I disclose. “There is a job for you, but it’s not the one you applied for.”

Her eyebrows jump and her eyes light up. “Oh? And what kind of job is it?”

“We’ll get to that later. First, you’ll clean yourself and get settled.”

“Get settled?” she queries, and a furrow emerges between her brows. “What do you mean?”

“Like I said, you’re not going home tonight,” I say, bowing down to her and placing my face right in front of hers, supporting myself on the armrests next her spread legs. “You’re mine now.”

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