Page 17 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

Paxton, Remington, and Cain grabbed shots then, and Cain spun me around. He threw back the shot and then his lips were on mine. I opened my lips, completely off guard, and some of the vodka slipped into my mouth from his, followed by his tongue.

He tangled his tongue with mine, and a slight moan slipped from my lips because fuck, it had been so long since I'd had any form of physical affection.

Cain pulled away suddenly, heat in his gaze like he wanted to rip my clothes off. His breathing was heavy like he'd actually been...affected by our kiss.

Remington whooped and everything became a blur after that. Paxton threw open the door and a swarm of people came into the room. The lights dimmed even more and people began to dance. Cain pulled me through the crowd and tugged me close.

"Just relax," he murmured, his voice a caress across my skin.

I could do this. I could dance with the hot guy.

In the darkness of the room, he looked even more dangerous and wild than he had before. One of his hands moved from my hip, up to the base of my neck. I felt his fingertips gently tracing an invisible line from my collarbone down to the top of my dress and back, igniting a trail across my skin. My breath hitched as his intense gaze followed the path of his finger.

Like he owned everywhere he touched.

His eyes met mine, possessive and hungry, devouring me as he moved behind me. His other hand gripped my hip, yanking back roughly, pushing our bodies together until there wasn't even a breath of air between us.

I'd officially lost my mind. But it felt...incredible.

Cain guided our movements, taking over, and somehow I let him, relaxing against his body, following his lead. It wasn't easy for me to let go, but something about Cain made me want to just give in, let him take the lead.

I'd have to examine that particular personality trait at a later date.

Cain fisted my hair gently and moved my head so that I was positioned with my face against his neck.

"You're so fucking hot, new girl," he growled in a rough voice that sent tingles all the way to my clit as if he had a hand between my legs and was pressing on me. He had me trapped against him, and I expected to feel a flicker of panic at any moment, the need to kick him in the dick or something and make my escape.

It was weird, though. I didn’t feel nervous at all restrained against him. I almost felt...comforted, with his hard body behind me. The beat of the music changed, some dark sensual pop song that I’d never heard before. His body curved tighter around mine, and I melted into him even further.

My breath hitched and I caught his scent, orange and spice and some musk that I hadn’t ever smelled before. Whatever it was, I was obsessed, wanting to find a way to bottle up the scent, maybe sell it? I’d never have to worry about money again. I resisted the urge to lick his skin, to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

The song switched toLollipopby Lil Wayne, an old song that I actually knew. I closed my eyes and let the music move through me. Cain was an incredible dancer. He was freaking tall but somehow could move his body perfectly. I could only imagine what he would be like on the field...or in bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned in my ear, and goose bumps spread along my skin as I felt his hard cock against my ass. #BDE indeed. It felt enormous, more like an elephant trunk than something that could be attached to a college guy. He chuckled, and I realized I must have spoken out loud.

Fuck.

Cain released my hair and his hand began to move along my body, sliding against my skin, exploring every inch that was showing.

We were surrounded by people; the room had been filled to the brim when Remington had opened the door, but we might as well have been all alone as far as either of us were concerned. A little voice in the back of my head reminded me that he was dangerous, that this could be his M.O. But it was hard to believe he wasn't as lost in whatever spell this was.

He pushed his cock against me and I shivered. My dress felt ridiculously thin, reminding me of how easily he could move under it if he wanted to.

Did I want him to? A thrill pulsed through me thinking about it.

One of his hands moved up my thigh, fingering the hem of my dress and making my breath come out in embarrassing gasps. “I need this,” he moaned.

His other hand moved to my stomach, his entire hand holding me, like he owned me. I let out a gasp when his hand moved under my dress, inching up until he was almost to the lace edge of my underwear. His fingers brushed against my cloth covered sex and I shivered.

Someone yelled nearby, and I was yanked back to the present and to the fact that I almost allowed one of the most popular guys in school to finger me in a room full of people.

"Not here," I whispered, stiffening and grabbing his arm to stop his hand from going any further up.

Cain froze before squeezing my thigh and reluctantly removing his hand from underneath my dress. He whipped me around and stared down at me, a wild look in his eyes as he pressed his bulging length against me. He let out a hungry noise before suddenly devouring my lips; his lips, tongue, and teeth set me on fire.

Cain abruptly pulled away, his eyes scanning the room desperately. He grabbed my hand and began to pull me through the crowd towards a door on the far side of the room. I faintly heard catcalls following us across the room, but I was caught in some sort of lust haze. The annoying voice in the back of my head told me that I was going to regret this later, but my pussy stabbed the bitch with a butcher's knife and all thoughts beyond what Cain's cock was going to taste like disappeared.

He opened the door, revealing a bedroom that looked a little too clean to belong to a frat bro. I glanced at the bed that appeared to have been made with military precision, but Cain was on me and I stopped wondering about the neat freak whose room we had taken over.

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