Page 67 of Damaged & Deadly

He continues to pump his fingers into me, but when I don’t respond, he goes still, causing me to groan in frustration as I try to ride his hand. He’s having none of it, though. “Red.” His voice has that authoritative leader tone to it that only makes me wetter.

“Yes,” I gasp, my words muffled behind his hand. He lifts his palm off my lips. “I can be quiet.”

His rumbling chuckle at my words says otherwise, but he doesn’t contradict me as he picks up the pace, sending my body into a frenzy as I squirm and thrash in his lap.

I’m biting down on my bottom lip, barely holding back my cry of pleasure, but when he presses down on my clit, I lose all control over my body. Realizing as much, his hand quickly moves to cover my mouth, smothering my cry just in time as I come all over his fingers.

He doesn’t give me a second to recover before he lifts me off him, tossing me over the arm of the sofa like I weigh nothing. My pants and panties are yanked down my legs, tangling at my ankles, and I gasp in surprise when he delivers a sharp slap to my backslide.

A second later, I feel his engorged head pushing at my entrance before he grasps my hips and slams into me in one swift thrust that has me nearly falling over onto the floor.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this,” he grunts, pulling out before pushing back in. His piercings scrape deliciously along my inner walls, eliciting a full-body shiver as he drives me wild. “You feel so fucking perfect. So tight. So dirty. So fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I moan, not even sure what I’m agreeing with. His words. His delicious touches. His wild thrusts. Him.

Coating a finger, he begins to work it into my ass, only heightening the sensations as the bite of pain tangles with pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge. He works a second, followed by a third finger into my ass until I feel so full, I can hardly breathe. Nothing exists except Cain and the feeling of him buried so deep inside me that I don’t know where he begins and I end.

“So fucking dirty for me,” he grunts, and I can tell by the strain in his tone that he’s close to coming. “My dirty stripper.”

“Yours,” I cry out as my walls constrict, triggering his own release.

I sag against the arm of the chair, feeling the weight of him above me as we both catch our breath.

When he pulls back, his cock slides out, but his fingers are there, pushing his cum back into my channel. I shiver and groan with every push of his fingers until he lifts me gently, fixing my clothes back in place and maneuvering me in his arms until I’m straddling him, my body leaning against his.

I snuggle in against him as he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to my forehead, wrapping his arms around me. “I love you,” I murmur in a soft voice.

He looks down at me, love and adoration shining in his eyes. “I love you too, Red. Always will.”

We lapse into silence, just enjoying this moment in one another's arms, but eventually he speaks. “What’s going on with Oliver?”

I sigh, too wrung out to even move my head to look at him, so I just continue resting it against his shoulder and staring at the wall. “He’s struggling with his old feelings for Evie,” I confess, not entirely sure if Cain knows about Oliver’s old flame for his sister.

“The crush he used to have?” he asks, sounding confused.

“Mmhmm. I think it was more than a crush. He seems to think it was, anyway.” Cain makes a noncommittal sound that I can’t interpret. “I think he feels guilty for moving on.” I swallow roughly before adding on in a voice barely above a whisper, “for loving me.”

Cain makes some noise at the back of his throat that has me shifting so I can look at his face. “Don’t get me wrong, Oliver loved my sister. Loves her,” he corrects. “But he’s notin lovewith her. Not the way he is with you.”

Despite the confidence in his tone, I have my reservations, which he can visibly see written on my face as he reaches out to cup my chin. “He’s feeling guilty for giving up on Evie and confusing that with his love for you. When he wises up, he’ll realize how stupid he was to doubt what the two of you have.” The certainty in his deep green eyes sparks a flame of hope in my chest. “Oliver has never been happier than when he’s with you. You’ve given him purpose, a reason to wake up every day, something to fight for.”

I shake my head, “No. You gave him all that.”

“I gave him something temporary to fill the void until he found that one thing that would give him ultimate meaning. He came to Black Creek,for me.He took up my plight,for me. None of it was ever for him. Not completely, anyway. It was all just killing time until he found you.”

As his words weave around my heart, igniting it with a dangerous flame of hope, I press my lips to his and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as I feel him harden beneath me.

My ruthless gangster leader is all hard edges and cold brush-offs, and I love sparring with that side of him, but it’s in the quiet moments when he shows me the vulnerability he keeps carefully hidden that I know Cain was made for me. He’s the other half of my soul. The yin to my yang. He’s callous yet merciful, brutal yet kind-hearted. He’s the sharp blades that I carry on a Reaper job and the warm smile that I gift to Luc. The me that I show the world and the me that I keep only for the people I love. I’m fortunate enough to be one of the few who made the list of people he cares about.

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The world slips past in a wave of color as I pull back on the throttle, pushing Raven to go faster. Everything is a blur except the white lines on the road, my focus on nothing but the other vehicles around me as I weave in and out of traffic. Moving at these fast speeds is second nature to me. My heart rate isn’t even elevated as I undertake a car, speeding past him before cutting in front, narrowly avoiding the parked car in my lane.

A horn goes off, but I pay it no attention. I’m already a block ahead of him. It’s not that I’m in any hurry, I just enjoy the adrenaline rush. Besides, a fast-moving target is harder to hit, and given Giovanni has bullets with each of our names on them, I’d rather not get intimately acquainted with mine today.

What I’m doing is probably risky. Okay, a little more than risky. Cain, Oliver, and I have mostly been lying low at Cain’s house, and he’s got the clubhouse on high alert. Meanwhile, Dante and Enzo have been hiding out at an apartment Enzo owns. I know Cain has been preoccupied with Evie, but we can’t just sit around and wait for Giovanni to attack. Plus, I’m going out of my mind worrying that he will find Dante and Enzo and I won’t know until it’s too late.

So, despite their complaining, I’m heading to see my mafia men. I just need to set eyes on them. To see for myself that they are okay. And we need to talk strategy. Admittedly, I need all four of them together to discuss our plan, but Cain is still refusing to let them anywhere near Evie, and he refuses to leave her to discuss it anywhere else. I get it. I understand why he’s being so protective of her. However, it’s making it impossible for us to organize a plan of attack. We’re sitting ducks right now. I’m surprised Giovanni hasn’t already made a move and can only hope his ongoing silence means he hasn’t found any of us.

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