Page 34 of Unhinged Cain

CAIN

The moment that Kirby stepped outside her dorm building dressed in the unbelievably sexy dress meant to please another man, I knew she would need to be taught a lesson. She needed to know who she belonged to, and it wasn’t Peter. My cock hardened, staring at her, and once more, I was confronted with a primal reaction that I couldn’t wrap my brain around.

I shifted in my seat as I waited for them to reappear across the street from the lavish event. With every hour that passed, the anger that had always been the one consistent emotion in my body burned a little brighter. My hands clenched the steering wheel of the truck as my gaze never left the front doors or the VIP section. The attendants were bringing cars up to those heading out for the night.

I couldn’t help wondering what my Sunshine was doing inside that building. Was she eating fancy little finger foods and making meaningless conversation, or was she pressed against some dirty bathroom wall and being fucked like the bad girl she was?

A limo pulled up to the front, and the driver got out and held open the door. I didn’t pay too much attention until the flash of violet caught my eye. Kirby had obviously had too much to drink. She was holding the dainty heels in one hand and was swaying as she tried to make it down the stairs. Peter was close to the same, his shirt was partially undone, and the tie he’d been wearing was now hanging from a pocket.

The idea that this worthless piece of pond scum had actually fucked what was mine inside that building turned my anger into something dangerous in my gut. This was the part of me that I kept a lid on. It was the part of me that had a nasty habit of making mistakes. It was the part of me that was irrational, more animal than man, and harder to control.

As the limo pulled out onto the street, so did I, and I followed at a safe distance until we reached an expensive condo building. Sitting across the road, I watched as the two practically crawled out of the back of the car. Halfway to the door, Kirby stumbled and fell onto her hands and knees. I shook my head as Peter laughed. He reached down to help her up but missed her hands, so she fell onto her knees again.

Chivalry was not a word in my vocabulary, but even I had to give this pathetic display an eye roll. I waited until the limo drove off, pulled my hood up, and ran for the front of the condo. Luckily, if the building had a security guard, he wasn’t at the desk, so I ran to the elevator and watched the numbers climb. The elevator stopped on the twenty-third floor, and I looked around for the sign that pointed toward the maintenance room.

Two things I never went anywhere without were my travel pack of tools and my leather gloves. A quick scan of the hallway showed there were no cameras, and I was inside the maintenance room, opening my tools within moments. I could pick the lock on Peter’s door, but this was simply a better option. Wandering over to the metal cabinet marked keys, I opened it and smiled as I spotted the one labeled ‘master.’

Snagging the key, I took off for the stairwell and jogged to the twenty-third floor. Fucker needed an extra special death for making me run up all those stairs. I’d already memorized the floor plan and knew that his room number unit was 2313 from the information I’d gathered. The key slipped into the lock like butter, and I was inside the quiet space with a quick turn of the handle. I stood with the shadows, melting into darkness until it was like we’d become one.

The large condo was very quiet. I took a deep breath when there were no wild sex sounds or bed squeaking noises, which calmed my turbulent rage. As I slipped around the condo, my hand palmed the knife from the sheath on my belt. I took in every piece of artwork and trinket in the place. All of it spoke to this man’s extravagant taste and how very opposite it seemed to Sunshine. Taking a moment, I analyzed the one wall of framed photos, and not one of them had Kirby in them, which I found very interesting.

My footfalls were like a choir mouse as it scurried across the floor, no one the wiser. Poking my head in the first open door, I found a bedroom, but it was unoccupied and sparse of any furnishings other than a bed and nightstand. The next was the bathroom, but the last was what I sought. I stepped just inside the doorway of the main bedroom, and my eyes locked on the two bodies asleep on the bed. The moment reminded me of the night I’d visited my father with the knife in my hand, and my palm squeezed the handle of the knife as I pictured slitting Peter’s throat.

I could see his death as clearly as their bodies moving in time to their breathing. Peter had made it under the covers, but Kirby was still in her shimmery dress, lying on top of the grey sheets. I decided the color suited her as I stepped around to Peter’s side of the bed. Kneeling down, I brought my face so close that our noses were almost touched. I willed him to wake up. I wanted him to open his eyes and see my face before I rammed the knife into his neck. My mind pictured Kirby waking up to find this useless waste of space dead beside her and smirking.

It would teach them both a lesson about who I was and what I could do, but that moment never came. Peter was doing a drunk snore, and I knew the likelihood of him opening his eyes was slim to none. Standing, I counted his breaths, wondering how many more he’d take until I took what I wanted.

Kirby moaned something in her sleep, and her right leg pulled up into a position that resembled the number four and, in the process, pulled her dress up around her ass.

“Well, now, I can at least teach one of you a lesson,” I whispered, making my way around her side of the bed. “Is that what you’re wanting, Sunshine,” I asked, my voice soft.

The zipper sliding down on my pants was loud in the quiet room, and a wave of excitement went straight to the base of my cock. This was breaking a major rule. My brain screamed not to do it, but I knew I was going to, no matter what. Sunshine was mine.

I normally liked my prey begging at my feet for a taste of my cock. I’d taken my turn with the odd blubbering person to appease Abel in his games, ultimately to shut him up. The difference was that they’d always been awake and very aware of what was happening. There was something new and thrilling about taking control of Kirby now. Seeping into her mind and impregnating her with thoughts of only me while I pushed myself inside of her to claim her body.

Crawling on the bed behind her, I lifted the shimmering fabric and smirked at the little purple thong. I would’ve pulled it off, but there was no need as they’d moved to the side of her body to expose her pussy to my eyes. Lowering myself down, I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh until I could bury my nose between her pussy lips. She moaned and wiggled against my face as her body encouraged me to continue. Flicking my tongue between her folds, I tasted her for the first time, and she tasted as good as she smelled. Oh, there was definitely something strange about her, something that piqued my curiosity.

My tongue swirled around her sensitive clit, and she moaned again and spread her legs further apart. I licked my way up the side of her ass cheek until I could take a bite. I was careful not to bite too hard and force her out of the drunken stupor, but it was hard enough that I could hear the sharp intake of air as my teeth pressed deeper into her skin.

“You taste like addiction on my tongue.” I slowly moved up her body until I was hovering over Kirby, my body so close I could feel the fabric of her dress against my shirt.

“Is that what you’re trying to do to me, Sunshine? Are you trying to make me addicted to you,” I whispered softer than a butterflies wings into her ear, and she murmured something undecipherable, but her ass pushing up into my cock told me what she wanted. “I don’t get addicted, Sunshine, but you are mine. You need to learn that.”

Like a snake wrapping itself around its prey, I slid my hand around her throat as the head of my cock edged into her tight little hole. She gasped but didn’t open her eyes, and with a single smooth stroke, I sank into her hot pussy until I couldn’t go any further.

“Oh…” she said, and I tightened my grip on her throat.

I knew how to toe the lines. I’d squeezed the life out of many throats to know how much pressure to apply to keep her in a state of erotic asphyxiation. Her drunken state would only heighten the experience for her, while the thought that I could kill her at any moment had my cock wanting to explode already.

Sucking in a steadying breath, I began to move, and as I did, my naughty Sunshine began to moan louder and hump her ass up into me.

“Were you craving my cock, Sunshine?” I said as I drew wet lines up the side of her neck.

I thrust into her harder, and her body shuddered underneath me.

“Peter…”

That one word sent a jab of fury through my body, and I slammed my cock into her hard as I tightened my hold enough that she’d struggle to breathe.