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“Now! Come now,” he demands, and just like that, my body reacts to his command, and I explode beneath him into a quivering mess of bliss and adrenalin.

Cain continues to move inside me, his hand clenching harder on my wrist as he pounds into me faster and faster. I’m still falling from my high when I feel it rising again.

“Come with me!” His forehead lowered to mine, his grip on my wrist tightening to the point of pain, and he thrusts into me harder and faster, moaning as we both reach our climax and fall apart together.

“Cain,” I shout.

“Mine,” he calls out before he comes inside me.

His grip loosens slightly on my wrist beside my head, and his forehead meets mine again. His eyes bore down into me as I stare into them.

He seems…emotional?

Torn even.

It’s unnerving.

Cain continues to stare into my eyes. “I never go bareback or come inside a woman without protection. What the fuck are you doing to me?” He growls.

Panting, I smile. “I’ve never gone bareback before either, but it felt so good. And before you ask, I am on the pill.”

His eyes clench shut like he’s relieved as he leans in, his lips hovering above mine. “Now you belong to me,” he whispers, then lowers his lips to meet mine.

“I belong to you,” I reiterate before I kiss him back passionately.

I’m just not sure if those words excite or terrify the fuck out of me.

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The room is dark, my body aching, and I’m disorientated in a haze from sleep and mind-blowing sex. But the warmth I felt from Cain’s body at the start of the night is missing.

My eyes are too heavy to open, so I reach my hand out to feel for Cain, but I can’t feel him. I’m not sure if he’s further over in the bed or not here at all, but exhaustion overwhelms me, and blackness engulfs me completely.

CHAPTER EIGHT

CAIN

This woman is having some kind of profound fucking effect on me, and while I want to stay away from her—I. Just. Can’t.

Being with Makaylie tonight was equally as intoxicating as it is dangerous.

Being inside her felt so fucking right, but the whole time I was torn in two.

She fell asleep so easily in my arms that she didn’t even hear the persistent buzzing from my damn cell. I swear this woman can sleep through anything.

Because I need to be available at all times—especially at night when most of our deals go down—tonight is no exception.

So when my cell went berserk, I knew I needed to answer it. But with Makaylie being such a heavy sleeper, not only did I leave the room and answer the call, but I was also able to get dressed and leave her apartment to head into the warehouse for a meeting without waking her.

Hopefully, I can get back to her apartment before she wakes. I took her keys with me before I left so I could get back in. Her smell still lingers on me.It’s distracting.I must be on my A-game, and she’s making it hard to focus. Everything is harder because of Makaylie, but most of all, this woman pushes me to want to be better than I’m capable of being. I hope one day I’m in the vicinity of being the type of man she deserves.

Because right now, I’m not so sure.

Pulling up at the warehouse, I park my Impala and approach the door. Killian and Christophe are at the entrance, and they nod as I step up to them.

“Gentlemen,” I mumble.

Christophe opens the door, and I go through the fake warehouse front to Harry. Show him my ring, and he slides open the paint bucket wall. The deep red hall looks the same as always, and the beat of slow music from the parlor makes its way to my ears. The parlor is alive and buzzing as the dim, amber lighting gives the room an extravagant feel.

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