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“Taking care of me.” I jerk my gaze up, surprised. Kain’s face is blank, emotionless, like his question didn’t just drive an emotional stake through my heart. I tear my eyes from his face and focus back on the injury. “I need to clean this.”
“That’s not an answer.”
I pause, still not brave enough to look at him. “Maybe I don’t have one.”
His palm envelops mine, the calloused skin chafing mine slightly as he squeezes. “I think you do.” He lets go abruptly, taking my chin in his grip and pulling my eyes up to his face. “In fact, I know you do. I can read you like a book, little flower. Your pulse gives you away every time.” His fingertips caress my cheek and slide down my neck, pressing into the spot directly over the artery. “You belong to me, Lillith. Even if you won’t let yourself believe it. “
Without thinking, I lean down and press my lips against his knuckles. Kain hisses through his teeth, the muscles in his abdomen going taut from the slight touch.
“Maybe I have,” I whisper, my chest constricting with an emotion so powerful, it makes me dizzy. It’s like I can finally breathe, like I’ve been living in hellish shades of gray my whole life and never knew it. He’s made me come undone, sent my world spiraling into the most magnificent kaleidoscope of color. Now that I know what it feels like, I never want to return. All I want, all I need is to be here with Kain.
I trail my lips over each of the bruised knuckles, overcome with the need to taste him. I dart my tongue out, coating the tip with the sharp tang of copper and gunpowder. Kain moans low in his throat, the muscles in his forearm like steel rods as I put his index between my lips and suckle.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, tossing his head back against the porcelain. “You’re going to kill me.” Shyly, I peek up at him as I swirl my tongue around the digit, pulling another moan from his parted lips. Abruptly, he pulls it from my mouth and stands, sending a wave of bathwater crashing to the tile. He leans down, his fingers digging into my sides as he hauls me out of the water. Cradling my dripping body to his chest, he steps over the side and out of the bathroom, leaving a thick trail of water all the way to the bed.
He’s so gentle as he places me on the mattress that I begin to forget the violent, masked man who took me from my home. This man is so gentle, so impossibly deep and tortured. The two personalities can’t possibly exist at the same time. It hurts to think about, so I don’t.
Kain lays me down flat, holding his torso above me with an arm on either side of my head. I can’t hear anything over the violent thrumming in my ears, can’t think of anything but his lips on mine as he leans in.
He kisses me, and I let him. I don’t need to fight anymore, don’t need to pretend. I’m just as twisted and fucked up as he is. And God, does it feel good to admit it.
I’m vaguely aware of him ripping his jeans off. Then his mouth is back, hot and greedy and desperate like he’s trying to devour me.
“Tell me to stop, Lillith,” he groans, pulling back abruptly. “I can’t fucking control myself any longer. I need you to do it.”
“I don’t want you to,” I breathe, bucking my hips uselessly.
“You don’t understand,” he barks, his stare going cold. “You’re not fucking ready.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because”—he glowers, leaning down until his lips brush the shell of my ear—“I’m not just going to fuck you, little flower. I’m going to break you. Make you come so hard and so often that brilliant little brain turns to mush. Until all you’re good for is a wet hole to put my cock in.”
My throat bobs as he pulls back, a sick little smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you really think your virgin cunt can take all that?”
“How did you—”
“Apart from looking at you? I have my ways.”
I narrow my eyes at his stupid grin, a wave of stubbornness cresting in my veins. I want to prove him wrong. That he can’t break me as easily as he thinks. Most importantly, I want him to fuck me.
“I’m not as fragile as you seem to think,” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. Kain’s expression darkens with a frown, and my arms are yanked above my head.
“I don’t like when you cover yourself,” he whispers, cupping my breast with his palm. “I need to be able to see every inch of you. How else can I worship this beautiful fucking body?” He twists my nipple, and I let out a little moan of pleasure. Kain hums appreciatively, dipping his head and running his tongue along the sensitive mound. “Are you sure you want to play, little flower?”
Against my last shred of self-preservation, I nod. Kain growls low in his throat, scooping me into his arms and stalking from the bedroom. Toward the hatch.
CHAPTER THIRTY
KAIN
I place Lillith onto the carpet, and her muscles stiffen beneath my touch. I’ve purposely kept the lights off, having an insatiable desire to hear her heart beating the same way it did that first night I took her. Her pussy is never as wet as when she’s truly and utterly terrified.
“Don’t move,” I order, moving soundlessly to the dresser at the far end of the room. Having spent so much time in the shadows, my eye easily adjusts to the lack of light, but even if I couldn’t see, I’d know where to find the items by touch alone. Pulling out the second drawer from the top, I grab the two items and stalk back to Lillith, pleased to see she hasn’t moved an inch from where I left her.
Such an obedient little toy.
“On your knees.” Her body shifts, and soon, her head is at the level of my bulge. Perfect. Her mouth pops with a question, but she doesn’t have enough time to voice it before the thick black mask is pulled over her head.
