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With a jolt, I look down and realize his hand has descended all the way to my core. His fingertips hover dangerously close to my clit, and I let out a little whimper. I don’t even think about asking him to stop as my hips shift further into his palm, my hormones destroying any sense of reason I have left.
“Such a needy little toy,” he coos, inching closer at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Do you want your master to make you feel good?”
Master? My eyes widen as he takes my nipple between his teeth and suckles. What the fuck is that supposed to make me? When I don’t answer, he presses the base of his palm into my stomach until a spark of pain brings me back to reality.
“Answer me, Lillith,” he demands, his silky voice lowered with thinly veiled rage. “Use your fucking words.”
“Y-yes. Please,” I whisper, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as he finally presses into me. His index swirls around my clit, and my core pulses with need. It feels so fucking good. Why?
“You’re such a needy little slut. So fucking wet for me,” he moans, pressing one of his fingers against my entrance. The pad swirls against my walls, drawing little moans of pleasure from my parted lips as I relax into his touch.
“That feels so good,” I groan, letting my head fall back against the cool porcelain tub. Suddenly, he freezes, and the next thing I know, he’s pulling away from me. A whimper pours from my mouth, and I search his eyes desperately.
“Patience, little flower,” he coos, placing his fingers in his mouth. His eye rolls to the back of his head as he savors my taste, and a moan pours from his mouth. “Good things come to toys who wait.”
Anger bubbles in my chest as I cross my arms, more so with myself than him. What the hell has gotten into me? I practically begged him to take me, and the worst part is that I meant every word.
“Turn around.” I jump as the deep voice sounds out, having been so lost in my demented fantasy that I forgot my kidnapper is trying to give me a bath. He raises a brow, gesturing to his palm full of shampoo. “Now, Lillith.”
With a trembling sigh, I turn my back to him. His strong hands work the shampoo into my scalp, then down to the ends of my raven tresses.
“So beautiful…” His lips connect with my shoulder, and I gasp as sparks spread from the area. “Close your eyes. I’m going to rinse you off.”
I lean back against his chest as he reaches for the handheld nozzle, letting my eyes flutter closed as he delicately rinses the soap from me.
“Is Kain your real name?” The question bubbles from my lips before I have time to stop it. My muscles tense, afraid he might lash out at my questioning.
“No.” There’s a pause like he’s battling whether to say anything more. “How did you know I go by Kain?”
“Your jacket,” I whisper, gripping my necklace tight in my palm. “At the hospital. It said Kain on the front.” I pause, debating whether I should ask my next question or not. “What is your name?”
“You just said it.”
I roll my eyes. “I meant, what’s your birth name?”
“Why do you care?”
My face heats. “Well, I don’t, but—”
“Then we’re in the same boat, little flower.” He dips down, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Kain and Lillith. The devil and his queen. It sounds delicious, doesn’t it?” His teeth sink into the side of my neck, and I let out a little whimper. “What do you think, my queen?”
“I think you’re sick,” I murmur, my body betraying my words as it leans further into his touch. “So fucking sick.”
“And you’re the one who craves this sick fuck. So who’s really the deranged one, here?” His lips brush the shell of my ear. “I bet if I were to reach my hand between those perfect thighs, I’d find exactly what I’m talking about.”
Fuck me, he’s right. I wriggle against his hold, desperate for some distance so my heart can return to a normal pace. His hands slide down and palm my breasts, and a spark of pain ignites as he pinches my nipples.
“You feel so fucking good, Lillith,” he groans, his hands leaving my breasts to explore the rest of my body. “This body is all I fucking think about. Day and night, night and day. It’s fucking painful.” His hands stop on my waist and tighten. “So hard to resist…”
Suddenly, he lets go and hops out, his sopping clothes causing a puddle to form around his feet on the tile. Without looking, he shoves a towel at me, the muscle in the side of his jaw twitching wildly.
“Dry off. I’m going to get you some clothes. Don’t try anything smart,” he growls, leaving a trail of water in his wake as he storms from the bathroom.
I cannot with all these mood swings. I roll my eyes, wrapping the towel around my body and hopping out of the tub. I wish he would stop doing things that feel so… good. It would make it a whole lot easier to hate him.
When the man—Kain—comes back, his usual controlled expression is back in place. I can’t help but notice the way his clothes cling to every deadly inch of him. Like that night in the hospital, I’m frozen by the sight of such perfection. He practically hums, his very presence enough to take all the oxygen out of the room. I don’t even mind the sight of his mask in this lighting. It might be the Stockholm syndrome talking, but right now, it makes him look even more intoxicating.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
