Page 46 of Uncaged Obsessions

“You don’t seem to be concerned about him being the victim of a murder.”

“Like I said, I left for a reason. Is there something I can help you with or are you just reporting news to me?”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Just checking in. If you happen to hear anything, you report it to me.”

I wait until he’s walking away before I mumble, “I won’t.” Then, heading inside, I let out a breath of relief. I shake the memories of that night from my head when they start to surface. I don’t want to remember being in that house. I don’t want to remember his hands on me. I don’t want to remember what it felt like to shove the sharp end of the iron poker into his body.

I just want to move on and past it so I can live my life without worry. So I square my shoulders and shake all the thoughts of the last couple weeks from my mind as I get ready for work. As soon as The Tavern opens, I lose myself in the drinks and customers. I’m even able to distract myself from the guys for a little while, even though I know they’ll be waiting for me as soon as I leave.

Once I’m donewith work, and we all get back to Adam’s, I’m a little surprised they don’t immediately try to jump my bones. Though, I’m thankful for the slight reprieve because I need toshower the bar stink off of me and they let me go into the bathroom alone.

I’m in the shower and I close my eyes, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. Suddenly, I feel the cool air hit me from the door opening, and I squint to see who it is.

Caine steps in, my eyes dropping down to his cock which is already pointed straight up toward me, but I close my eyes again to stop the burn while I rinse out the rest of the soap.

“What’re you doing?” I ask when he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Just looking at you.” His deep voice is even deeper than normal, and when I open my eyes again I see the primal heat there as he looks at my naked body. “I loved watching you when you didn’t know it. When you’d be sleeping in your bed. When you’d touch yourself.”

I let out a small gasp. “You asshole.”

He crowds me against the shower wall. “You liked it too. I’ve been obsessed with you since the moment I first saw you. And you’ve enjoyed every second of my obsession.”

“You’re delusional,” I argue weakly.

He drags his fingertips up the inside of my thighs, and I find myself parting them slightly. When he reaches my center, I know I’m already wet for him and I bite back a moan.

“Yeah, I’m delusional. But you’re already soaked for me, just like you have been every time I touch you.”

“Nope,” I deny.

He shoves one of his thick fingers into me so hard I gasp. “You’re a liar, killer. I’ve had a shitty fucking day, so I need you to come on my hand to make it better.”

I open my mouth to ask why his day was so shitty, but then he pulls his finger out before shoving it in again, rubbing my inner walls while his palm hits my clit. I moan at the sensation, reaching out to latch onto his arms to stop myself from falling as my knees wobble.

"Yeah, dig your nails into me while I make this needy pussy cry for me."

"Shit," I gasp, thrusting my hips harder into his hand.

“That’s fucking right, killer. Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He pulls out again, shoving two digits back in and white spots dance across my vision at the intrusion. The stretch that feels so good, but also the pain from being sore from all the attention they’ve been giving me.

“Caine, oh my fuck,” I cry, pushing myself harder against him. He pushes me into the wall, never slowing the pace of his hand but the cold tile has me trying to push away from it.

He doesn’t let me; his hard, hot body pressing completely against mine while he continues the brutal way his fingers are fucking me.

“You’re going to come and then I know how desperate you’re going to be for a cock to fill this tight little hole.”

I nod, no point in denying how badly I want more.

“And what about this tight little hole too?” he asks, bringing his other hand around to my ass, pressing in between my cheeks and I buck against him. “You want to be completely filled up?”

“Oh God,yes,” I moan, the thought of taking more than one of them again has my orgasm dancing just out of reach.

They’ve been mostly delicate with me, taking their turns fucking me, but I want more again. I want to feel so full of them. I want to reach my limit and then beg for even more.

“Fuck, killer, do you know how much you mean to me that I’m willing to share you?” he groans, his hips starting to thrust along with his fingers. “I will give you anything you want even if I would rather cut their hands off then let them touch you. I do it for you.”

“Caine, I can‘t—” I moan, digging my nails into his skin even harder as my orgasm starts to take over.

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