A dangerous game, sure, but that was the only kind I’d ever known all my life.
This was the first time I’d wanted to play.
He didn’t hesitate this time, his fingers tightening around the cord. For a second, it cut painfully into my skin. Then it snapped.
The hot spray of water ran over us both, beads of water trickling down his shoulders. His eyes were intense as he stared down at me. This time, he didn’t bother to ask. His fingers found the waistband of my bikini bottoms and shoved them down, his thumb gliding over my cleft along the way, and the smallest gasp of desire escaped my lips. He watched my face as he pushed my swimsuit bottoms down my thighs, his hands hot against my bare skin.
He caught the back of my neck and pressed my head forward under the hot stream of water. I gasped, my back arching, every instinct sparking in panic. But then my face was out of the water, and I drew in a shaky breath as his fingers ran through my hair, the sweet, creamy scent of shampoo suds hanging in the air.
For a moment, with his fingers massaging against my scalp, his hot, hard body pressed against mine, I relaxed into him. I knew better. But for someone who had spent my whole life fighting every moment, there was something surreal and relaxing about Cain taking control.
He rinsed my hair out, the hot water streaming down my stomach and between my thighs, then said, “Turn around.”
I didn’t bother to respond. He grabbed the back of my neck and turned me into him, and I let out a gasp of surprise.
He was already kneeling in front of me, his hands stroking up my body, rubbing soap up my calves, my thighs—my knees pressed together in anticipation, but his thumb only seemed to graze between my thighs by accident, and yet a needy throb ran through my body. From the glint in his eyes as he rose, towering over me again, he saw it.
“You like having someone take care of you. You like being told what to do,” he said. “Even if you pretend you don’t like to obey.”
“I’m not pretending. And you’re not—”
He cut me off, his lips pressing mine fiercely. I pushed him away, my hands gliding ineffectually up his wet shoulders. His knee stroked between my thighs, pushing them open as deftly as his tongue coaxed my lips open.
The Demon would’ve wanted me to kill him.
He grabbed my thighs, yanking my legs up around his waist. My fingernails bit into his shoulders as I clung to him, keeping myself from falling. And no matter what reason and logic screamed at me, I dragged him even closer with my thighs, grinding against him, wanting him inside me.
He carried me into the bedroom and tossed me down on the bed. Those keen blue eyes were intent on mine as he slid his hand between my thighs, his thumb gliding over my clit again, and my entire body responded to his touch.
“Just as I thought in the shower. You’re all wet for me.”
I shook my head, and a smile twisted his lips. “Fine, then.Notfor me. I won’t touch you, then.”
“I don’t want you to.” I whispered so the lie wouldn’t be as easy to hear.
He leaned over me, his lips so close to my ear—but not quite touching—that his breath teased my ear. “Bullshit.”
This man was going to destroy me and maybe, after everything I’d been through, everything I’d put other people through, I wanted to be destroyed.
I turned my face, almost brushing my lips against his, but he pulled back faintly, his gaze smoldering.
Whatever he was going to say next was lost as the door flew open.
Stellan stood there, his face cold and beautiful as a statue’s, only a flicker of rage lighting his eyes.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
14
Aurora
For a few long seconds, Cain and Stellan stared at each.
“I know you’re not talking to me,” Cain said, his tone ice. “Because I love you like a brother, Stellan, but I’d still bury you.”
The air between them seemed to crackle with dangerous energy, and I felt frozen between them, unable to move.
“Of course not,” Stellan said, his voice equally cool. “I was talking to her. She and I have unfinished business.”