Page 40 of Make Me Beg (Rich Demons of Darkwood 2)

“Why didn’t you go back in?” I asked as I rushed towards her.

Her teeth were chattering and she wrapped an arm through mine as we headed back to the party.

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t slip in without me seeing you. Someone has to keep you alive.”

I barked out a laugh as we rushed past the bouncers, not even bothering to ask if they’d let me back in. Maybe they could sense the crazy emanating from my pores, because none of them said a word.

The party had only gotten crazier since we’d left. There was literally someone passed out in the middle of the dance floor, and everyone was just dancing around him like he was a piece of furniture and not an actual fucking person.

Hmm. Not my problem.

We walked up the stairs, and the rage that had cooled just a tad on my walk came rushing back as I began to throw open the doors in my quest to find Cain.

I saw a lot of things in those rooms…but not Cain.

“Where the fuck is he?” I hissed under my breath.

I was at the last door of the floor, and I threw it open, not expecting to see him in there at that point.

And there he was.

Cain was sprawled out in an armchair, a glass snifter in his hand that he was sipping slowly as he watched the show in front of him.

The two girls were clothed just in their underwear, and they were dancing against one another, their tongues down each other’s throats.

And I saw red.

“Get the fuck out of here before I kill you,” I murmured silkily. The girls both froze and turned towards me with identical looks of horror all over their faces.

One of them looked back at Cain, and honestly, it burned a little bit that they would still deign to ask permission from him when I was threatening to end their lives.

“I’m just going to wait in the hallway,” Jenna whispered behind me, and I heard her retreating out of the room. Smart of her.

Cain looked bemused as he sat there, his gaze locked on mine. It was ridiculous of me, but I did glance at his pants and didn’t see any evidence of an erection…and there was no missing Cain’s erection, no matter what he was wearing.

Had he not been turned on?

“I probably would listen to her if I were you, ladies. Aurora doesn’t say things lightly, and she does have a body count a mile high at this point.” His tone was light and mocking, but it sent the girls scrambling for their clothes nonetheless. As the girls passed, I popped my foot out, sending one of them sprawling awkwardly to the floor like the petty bitch I was.

Cain chuckled darkly, and the girl scrambled off the floor, her tits flapping as she struggled past me.

“I must say, little devil, I don’t appreciate having my evening entertainment ruined. Unless you’re going to replace it,” he drawled.

I smiled at him, I’m sure looking a little manic because his eyes began to glimmer like the games were about to begin.

And they were.

Just not the games I’m sure he was anticipating.

I turned and closed the door, smiling at Jenna reassuringly in the hallway as I did so. I paused in front of the closed door, steeling myself before I slowly turned around.

Cain was still just sitting there, a small smirk on his lips…his enormous dick now out as he slowly stroked it up and down.

He was definitely hard now.

“You know, it’s a bit alarming how far you’re willing to fall to try and prove you aren’t obsessed with me, Cain,” I murmured as I slowly walked towards him.

His smirk only widened. “Obsessed. That’s quite a big word, Aurora.”

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