Page 56 of Uncaged Obsessions

“Wha—” I don’t get to finish before he’s pushing inside me roughly and I cry out at the sudden intrusion. The stretch while I’m so sensitive has a mixture of pain and pleasure racking through me.

“Stop asking so many questions,” he grinds out, thrusting in as deep as he can go.

My eyes roll back at the feeling of being so full, and yet I know what true fullness feels like, and I wish Drew and Adam were here with us.

As if Caine can read my thoughts, he pulls out, almost completely, his grip on my hips hard enough he may leave bruises as he sits back on his heels, pulling me onto his lap, my back still on the mattress so I’m at a different angle. This one making him go even deeper when he pushes in fully once again.

I’m clawing at the sheets beneath me as he fucks me so hard my tits bounce roughly. I reach up, cupping them and pinching my nipples and Caine groans above me.

“Fuck, killer, you look so fucking good playing with your tits like that while I fill this cunt.”

I moan, attempting to meet his thrusts with my own, the punishing pace he’s set has me struggling to keep up. I feel like all I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride, hoping like hell that when the second orgasm hits me it doesn’t kill me.

“You feel so fucking good. You don’t even understand what you do to me, do you?” he grinds out, and I feel like I need to hold on as the orgasm starts to crest once again.

My eyes roll, the sensation building low in my stomach and I worry I’m going to pass out once it finally hits. I grapple,trying to find purchase on something as I feel the freight train of ecstasy barreling toward me.

“Caine! I can’t, I’m gonna, I need you to,please.” I don’t even think I’m saying real words at this point, just sounds, but he doesn’t let up.

“You can, killer. Come all over me. And I want to hear you scream for me while you do it.” He pounds into me harder and all I can do is try to hang on. Especially as the pleasure racks through me and I come, screaming, as he drops my hips, moving his body over mine as he fucks me even harder.

The move prolongs my release for what feels like forever and I don’t know if I want it to ever end. I don’t know if it’s possible for it to ever end.

“That’s it, killer. So fucking pretty for me,” he groans, right before I feel the flood of his cum filling me. It triggers an aftershock of my own orgasm at the possessiveness and feeling so full of him.

Once he comes down, he pulls back before removing himself from my body. I watch his face as his eyes remain locked on where we were just joined. I whimper at the loss of him, but then watch as his hand moves to his dick and I watch him slide his fist along his length using my blood as lubricant.

I’m transfixed on the movement, unable to take my eyes off the way he works himself. Though he never seemed to have softened, he’s hard once again as he fucks his fist.

“I love the sight of your blood on me, killer,” he groans.

“That’s—” I stop, unsure of what I want to say.Gross, disgusting, wrong. But none of this feels that way. It all feels right and perfect in its own way.

It feels like us.

He reaches between my legs, his fingers swiping through the wetness there before pushing back in. “I want you to keep all my cum inside this pretty little cunt. Then, I’m going to cover your stomach with more of it so I can mix it with your blood on your perfect skin.”

A chill runs through me, especially after he pulls his hand from my pussy and then switches to use the one that now has the mixture he just talked about to pump his cock. He moves to his knees between my legs, and all I can do is watch as he finds another release, shooting ropes of hot cum onto my stomach.

I moan at the feeling as it covers me, and he reaches his hand down to rub it into my skin. I should be grossed out by this. It should disturb me in more ways than one.

But it doesn’t.

Even after Caine settles next to me in bed, my heart doesn’t slow down in my chest. The flood of emotion is back, and suddenly, I’m worried about how strong my feelings for this man are.

I’ve never felt this way before and despite everything I’ve been through, my feelings for the man wrapped around me is the scariest thing I’ve felt.

The fact that I also feel them for two other men only adds to that fear.

Because what if this isn’t real.

What if it’s all stolen away from me because I don’t deserve to have good things in my life? I never have, so I don’t know why I feel worthy of them now.

That’s why I refuse to voice how I’m feeling. Because once I do, it’ll be so much easier to snatch it away from me.

CHAPTER 31

CAINE

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