Page 72 of Cry, Little Dove

“Yes, sir,” I choke out. “I’m wet.”

“See, you’re just as sick as me,” he says, his voice laden with so much affection, I hear his words for what they are.

A compliment.The truth. And it’s about time I accept both.

From the moment we met, Cain recognized the seeds of darkness buried deep inside my heart, and he tended to them with patience until they bloomed. I can see the world in its vibrant radiance now because of him. Because he grew a beautiful garden of sin inside my chest, andIam filled with its colors.Hiscolors.

Cain spreads Nate’s wound with a metal tool, laying bare vulnerable red organs and white bones. He picks up a small electric device with a round, jagged blade at the end and closes my hand around its hilt. His guidance is steady as he presses a button on the front.

The machine whirrs to life and Cain brings the spinning blade to Nate’s breastbone. Goosebumps rush along my arms as the saw makes contact. A high-pitched, grating whine pierces my ears.

I should be disgusted. Afraid. But with Cain by my side, I can only be in awe.

My monster is letting me inside his world. He’s making me a part of it, and I’ve never felt more at home.

When Cain has opened Nate’s ribs, he puts the saw aside and grabs my hand. He forces it into the chest cavity, and I twitch, but he holds tight. We brush past soft, warm meat and the ivory hardness of bone.

“Stomach,” Cain whispers.

We move deeper, higher. He pushes my fingers into expanding and contracting tissue.

“Lungs. Can you feel them filling and deflating with every breath, little dove?”

My eyes roll as I bite back a moan and nod. How can something this fucked up be so hot?

“You already ownmyheart, darlin’, and it will belong to you alone until the day it stops beating,” Cain whispers, guiding my hand higher yet. “But how about I gift you this bastard’s heart as a trophy, too?”

My fingers touch a large, throbbing lump, and I forget to breathe. Cain wraps our joined hands around it, and the rapid contractions make me dizzy with a rush of power.

I truly hold Nate’s life in my hand.

The sound of a zipper startles me and Cain flips up my skirt. His thick cock slides between my thighs, rubbing over my slit in languid thrusts. I’m still wearing panties, but the friction is enough to send fire through my hips.

“Oh my god…” I rasp as I realize what Cain is about to do.

He’s going to fuck me while we’re elbow-deep in my scumbag ex’s open chest cavity.

Cain’s free hand pulls my underwear to the side and his cock presses against my weeping entrance. Everything feels more intense from the adrenaline coursing through me.

His thick tip parting me. His girth stretching my inner muscles. Given the way we normally fuck—rough and fast like rutting animals—the careful intrusion has me nearly coming on the spot. But I need more.

When he’s fully inside me, Cain’s hand slips around my belly, finding my clit. He massages it and my head falls back against him as he begins to fuck me at a torturously measured pace. I mewl. My pussy clenches impatiently, and Cain laughs.

“Does my little slut want to get fucked harder?”

“Yes! Please, sir! Please fuck me harder!” I plead.

He doesn’t waste any time. His thrusts speed up, turning brutal like a jackhammer, bumping me forward against the operating table. My bones ache. I know I’ll find bruises on my hips tomorrow and I can’t wait to admire them in the mirror.

His fingers leave my clit, but I’m too busy crying out his name in broken fragments to complain. All I can feel is Cain’s cock splitting me and Nate’s heart beating frantically in our grasp. My whole world shrinks to the size of this white-tiled room.

“You don’t get to hide behind excuses, anymore, darlin’,” Cain says, voice straining, but he doesn’t slow down. “You no longer get the comfort of lying to yourself and pretending that it’s only me who wants this. That it’s me violating you against your will. Naw, you want me, too. You want me to hurt you. You want me to fuck you. And you want me to keep you as my captive. Admit it!”

“Yes!” My shout bounces off the walls. “I want you, Cain! I want you to hurt me and fuck me and love me!”

His chuckle is tender, making my stomach swoop. “Good girl. I knew you’d come around.”

My vision is hazy from the orgasm barreling toward me, and I barely make out Cain’s hand in front of my face. His fingers are red. Coated in blood.

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