Page 27 of Ruined

He pulls back, picks me up, and sits me inside. Keeping eye contact, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pants and tugs them down. I lift my hips, silently telling him yes.

When the wet material of my yoga pants sticks to my legs, refusing to come off, the bubble of laughter that leaves us both cuts through the tension like a knife through butter.

“Is this a sign that we shouldn’t be doing this?” Kain asks, a hint of seriousness in his voice.

I pick up the knife he dropped to the side of the trunk door and hold it out to him. “Fuck no. Cut the damn things off.”

Kain takes the knife and kisses me again, biting down on my lower lip. A hint of copper hits my tongue, and I moan. He smiles down at me when he pulls back and places his hand in the center of my chest. He pushes against me gently, urging me back.

I follow his lead and lean back. Knife in hand, he lifts the waistband of my pants and slices through the material but stops when he reaches the apex of my thighs. “Oh, little killer. You naughty girl,” he growls when he finds me bare, and traces the cool metal handle of his knife over my heated skin.

He kneels on the parking lot and pulls me to the edge of the trunk, arranging my legs over his shoulders. The material rips a little further, and I shiver at the sound. He licks from the base of my slit to my clit.

“Kain,” I moan, turned on, with my clit so overly sensitive, I might explode if he keeps that up.

“What do you want, little killer?” he asks softly against my mound between kissing, licking, and biting at my flesh.

My legs tighten around his head, my body shamelessly grinding against his face of its own volition, seeking a much-needed release.

“I—” I say, my words dying on my tongue when he bites down on my clit and slides a finger inside of me. “Shit, I need you inside of me.”

“You are so fucking wet for me. I bet I’ll slide right in.”

“Then stop talking, and get up here,” I growl, reaching down and grabbing a fist full of his hair.

Kain stands with a wide grin and makes quick work of undoing his pants enough to spring his cock free. His very impressive, very pierced, cock with a five bar Jacob’s ladder and Prince Albert.

“Wow,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the monster pointing at me.

“Do you like what you see, little killer?” Kain’s voice drips with amusement.

I lick my lips and nod. Finally tearing my gaze away from his body, I meet his eyes and hold out my hands, beckoning him inside.

As he climbs inside on his hands and knees, I lean back, welcoming, but panic spikes inside of me at having him over me, and I sit up some, placing a hand on his chest. “Wait,” I pant.

“Eden? What’s wrong?” he asks frantically.

“I need a minute. It’s just—” I lick my lips, trying to shove the unwanted feelings back down and gather my thoughts. “Having you over top of me like that. It just—”

Kain jumps off me and scoops me up, cutting off my words. He sits down in the trunk and places me on his lap so I’m straddling him. “Say no more. If having you on top means you’re comfortable, then I’ll happily sit back and watch you writhe on top of me as you take what you want from me.”

He reclines as far as the back seat will allow, resting on his elbow.

“Condom?” I ask, lifting a brow.

“Why are you looking at me? You’re the one that started this. I assumed you had protection.” The grin that splits his face is boyish and light. It’s a sight to behold, and one I want to see again.

“Seriously?”

He lifts his hips with me still sitting on him, and I brace myself with my hands on his chest. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, handing it to me. “Inside back pocket,” he says.

Waving the foil in the air, I drop his wallet and tear open the foil. Reaching up, he holds his cock straight up so I can roll the condom on and position him at my entrance.

Two hands on his chest, I slowly lower my hips and slip the head of his cock inside of me, freezing for a moment to relish in the feel of him and the control I have. He’s inside of me because I want him there, not because he’s forcing himself on me.

“Go slow,” he says, his eyes locked on where he’s disappearing inside of me.

Teasingly slow, I lower my hips, pushing him deeper until he’s fully seated inside of me. I moan at the feeling of him stretching my walls and filling me up. Eyes closed, I breathe in the new sensations these feelings stir in me. A tear slides down my cheek, and Kain wipes another from under my eyes.

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