Page 72 of Make Me Beg (Rich Demons of Darkwood 2)

“I did,” I purred back to him, resting my hand lightly on Remington’s thigh. “Nicest meal I’ve had since I came to the Sphinx.”

“Good.” Cain stood from his chair and abruptly lifted me from Remington’s lap, slinging me over his big shoulder. “Remington is welcome to feed you… but the only thing I care about putting in your mouth is my cock.”

“What the hell?” I demanded, bracing my hands against the small of his back.

He smacked my ass. “Stop struggling.”

“You can’t just abduct me from breakfast!”

Cain let out a chuckle. “I think I can.”

Remington had an amused look on his face–he seemed to be the only one of these men not plagued by jealousy–and he just shrugged at me.

Stellan buried his face in his hands. “Do you think Cain has ever considered not acting like a barbarian?”

“Doubtful,” Pax observed.

Then the doors swung shut to the dining room behind Cain, and we were alone in the den the guys used–the one where Cain and I had done unspeakable things to the bartop.

Cain sat down in his club chair, re-angling me so I was sitting in his lap. I pushed my hair out of my eyes, trying to catch my breath–and my dignity.

“You and I have your punishment to discuss,” Cain said.

“Don’t ruin the surprise, you’ll take all the fun out of it,” I chided. “And besides, I was thinking you’d decided I’d actually done you a favor. I know how much you like my artwork on your skin.”

He crooked one handsome eyebrow at me. Then he apparently decided not to comment on my brokenness and instead forged on. “I think you deserve a spanking, don’t you?”

Always.I yawned dramatically.

Cain’s lips curled up in a smile. “I know how you hate to be bored. This time it’ll be a little different–since it will be in public.”

I scoffed, an icy edge of fear entering my stomach, since Cain always had a plan and I had a feeling his plans were going to be hard to evade. “Exhibitionism is not my kink.”

“Two counterpoints,” Cain said, holding up two fingers to tick off. “One. You wouldn’t know because you were a sad virgin when you came to us. Two. Itisone of mine.”

Cain’s smile had a vicious edge that didn’t in any way take away from his beauty. “After all, you publicly marked me… forever. I think it’s only fair I show the world that you’re mine too.”

“Nope.”

“Think about it today.” Cain gently eased me off his lap, his hands on my waist. “Tell me what you think tonight. I was hoping to go to this sex club where I have a longstanding interest.”

Sex club. Of course.

I’d bet his club was also called the Twisted Rose. The rich pricks all did seem to hang out in the same places.

But Cain never asked for favors. Cain never asked, period. “What kind of interest?”

“The club is a popular meeting spot for several…crime families with depraved interests, can you imagine that? And I really don’t like the owner.” Cain smoothed my hair with his hand, tucking a few strands back behind my ear, the expression fond. I caught his wrist to hold him still; the bastard was weaving a trap for me. Crime families. I was betting Cain’s family fit into that category. Although I didn’t know any specifics, I knew the guys had to be into more things that were illegal besides underground cage fights.

“You need me to get into this club?” I asked.Easiest job ever since I’d already done it once.

“Unless you want another girl to go with me,” he said silkily. “Think about it. You can tell me what you think tonight.”

The repetition of that phrase seemed wrong somehow. Was Cain really changing how he approached our–for lack of a better word that adequately described the crazy–relationship?

“I go tonight, and we’re even?” I demanded, crossing my arms.

“For now,” he said. “I imagine you’re going to do something else to piss me off, sooner or later.”

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