Page 49 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

I jerked awake some time later, my mouth tasting like the bottom of the lake. All I wanted was to go back to sleep, but the urgent pressure in my bladder finally forced me to swing my aching legs out of bed. I’d swallowed too much water.

How had I fallen asleep? That occupied my groggy thoughts. Even after wearing out my body swimming frantically around the boat… I was in the lion’s den, so how come I’d curled up with my pillow and slept deeper than I ever had?

Blearily, I stumbled into the bathroom and launched my butt onto the toilet.

It was only when I stood up and yanked my bikini bottoms up that the sound of water running next to me fully registered.

I turned in horror just as Cain pushed open the glass door, revealing his blond hair soaked to his head, the spray of water still colliding with his powerful frame.

“Awfully comfortable with me already,” he said drily. “I’ve never known a woman who cared so little about impressing me.”

“I’m never going to care about impressing you.” I made a valiant attempt to keep my eyes on his face, but I was all too conscious of the blur of tanned skin, tattoos, and muscles that my peripheral vision picked up. I bit my lower lip, feeling a familiar stir of lust.

“No?” His voice was a casual purr, his bicep rippling, and I realized he’d gripped his cock in his hand. I couldn’t help stealing a glance at it as he began to work his long, hard cock back and forth, his forearm corded. A silver piercing winked at me under the lights, and I couldn’t help staring at it. What would that feel like, deep inside me?

For a second, my brain short-circuited, then I cleared my throat. “Are you taking me back to land?”

“You don’t care about land right now.”

“I definitely care about land. I don’t want to be trapped out at sea with you—”

His eyebrows had risen, and suddenly I wasn’t sure I wanted to call him any names, not when I was trapped in such close confines.

“Bullshit,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “You know what you want.”

I shook my head.

“I thought you were so brave. But apparently, you’re not brave enough to take what you want.” He dropped his dick and stepped out of the shower, leaving it still running. He rested his hands on my shoulders, his big body towering over mine, and leaned down andsniffedme.

“You are so weird. But then, I knew that from the time you had a girl gyrate on your lap in between bites of your steak.” My words came out off-handed, even though the truth was no matter how glib both of us sounded, something dark and dangerous seemed to float in the air between us.

“You smell like the lake bottom. A little more dead-fish than I’m used to from girls who are sleeping in my bed.”

“I’m pretty sure there are plenty of girls who sleep in your bed who smell like dead fish, at least somewhere,” I shot back.

He let out a faint huff of a laugh, one that surprised me and stroked a sudden glow in my chest. “Get in the shower.”

I took a step back. “Thank you, no. I’ll wait.”

“Get in the shower, Aurora.”

I shook my head, only to have him sweep me around the waist and push me under the water. I shoved back at him, only for him to grab my wrists and pin them above my head against the cool white marble as he pressed me against it, his body securing mine. His hard cock pressed against my stomach.

I should have been terrified, or at least angry. But Cain’s bruisingly hard grip on my wrists hurt in a way that just flooded more depraved heat through my body.

His lips pressed my ear. “I’m being generous if I ask twice.”

“You’re a fucking monster.”

His eyes smoldered down at me. “Takes one to know one.”

Then his lips were on mine. He kissed me hard, his lips hot and claiming, his cock brushing between my thighs. He nipped my lower lip, trying to force my lips to open against his. My hips swayed toward his, even as I turned my head away, breaking the kiss.

His finger slid under the strap of my swimsuit and tugged. “Take it off.”

I met his gaze. “No.”

Why did it feel like a game to make him make me?

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