Page 41 of Cain
My breathing becomes shallow. Damn, I hate myself for enjoying it so much.
“Because you’re mine, Katerina,” he growls against me, stroking his tongue on my clit. “All mine.”
How can I …? Why does it feel so good?
He’s doing exactly what he said. He’s crossing the line and pushing my boundaries. He makes me doubt everything I knew until now, unaware of what’s right and wrong. All I want ishim.
He pushes two fingers inside my core, eliciting a loud moan from my lips.
“That’s it. Let me hear your pretty voice screaming my name.” He licks the length of my pussy slowly, sucking his way higher. Oh, God …
My body jolts once again. I need to feel him so desperately. I need him inside me right now. I wrap my legs around his neck and pull him closer to me. I can feel his satisfaction soaring. He won. He has me right where he wants me.
I don’t care that he won. I don’t care that he is a murderer.
My body tenses, and my muscles tighten. My waist arches high again, pushing myself closer to him. He rises above me, hovering as his fingers ram into me, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. “Fuck, Katerina, you taste so good,” he growls, brushing his lips onto mine. He doesn’t kiss me. Oh, how I want him to kiss me. “It only makes me want to fuck you so violently that you will be begging me to stop.”
“T-Then do it,” I mumble, the words barely escaping my lips. Why did I say that? Why do I need it?
He groans in satisfaction, but he doesn’t talk. His fingers move faster in me, making me drip all over the pool table. My eyes roll back.
“You want me to fuck you?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes.”
I’m close.
“You want to feel my cock thrusting into your tight little pussy?” He traces his tongue lower and takes my hard nipple between his lips.
“Yes,” I groan loudly.
“Say it.” He rams me faster with his fingers.
“I …” My mind is blurry, and my ears are buzzing.
“I want to hear you saying it!”
“Fuck me, Cain!” I cry out as the climax surges through me, making my body shake uncontrollably.
He rises once again and looks at me in the eyes as a wicked smirk crosses his lips. What did I do?!
“I will do it, little rose.” He smirks, running his fingers over my lips, giving me a taste of myself. “I just wanted to hear you beg for it first.”
I hate him, but I hate myself more.
“I hate you!” I growl.
He chuckles, pulling the knife out of the table and releasing me.
“That will only make things more interesting between us.” He brushes the bridge of my nose playfully.
“Jdi do prdele!”Fuck off!
He grabs my throat, forcing me to look at him. “Go to your room, little rose. It’ll be dangerous to walk around this place at night. And don’t worry. I’ll lock your door for you.”
Ihave never desired a woman as intensely as I want her. Never in my life have I fantasized so wildly about anyone else. She awakens primal, animalistic instincts within me.
It’s been a day, a whole fucking day that I haven’t seen her, and just knowing she’s in my house makes me wanna fuck everything, find her, and fuck her violently as well. How innocent she is. She thinks she can escape from me. From my obsession. From my madness. Little does she know that the more she resists and runs away from me, the stronger my obsession grows. Darker and deadlier.
