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“I thought I made myself clear, Cain.”
His icy blue eyes glinted. He looked awfully self-satisfied by the idea of my bloodthirsty cock-blocking. Did Cainlikethat I had claimed him? It was so hard to figure out what went on in the man’s terrifying brain.
“If you won’t let anyone else satisfy my needs, little devil,” his voice had gone heavy, as heavy as the hand that he rested on my shoulder then traced slowly down my back, “then I guess you’d better do it yourself.”
His touch seemed to spread through me like warmth, ending with a throb between my thighs.
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“Mm, but I still owe you something.” His tone was amused, but his cock was hard already, as if he were imagining my next punishment.
“Is that what you came to collect tonight?” For some reason, I replayed the memory of being forced to my knees, of Remington’s hard grip on my jaw, of Cain thrusting in and out of my mouth–and the need low in my belly pulsed.
“Just a drink. We’ll see where things go from there.”
I had to assume there was a distinct possibility my drink was going to be drugged. After all, I’d done it to him. But I shrugged and walked across the hallway toward his room.
“Down in our den,” Cain corrected, his big hand wrapping around the back of my neck. His grip was gentle, but everything about that touch was still commanding, and I felt it ripple all the way down my spine. His fingers stroked lazily down the side of my throat as the two of us went down the stairs together and into the empty den.
“Don’t worry,” Cain drawled as he moved to the bar at the edge of the room. “I wouldn’t lower myself to being a copycat. I’ll come up with something interesting for you.”
“I’m filled with anticipation.”
He came back to me carrying two crystal glasses, filled with a heavy red liquid. I stared down at it, letting my annoyance show across my face.
“What the fuck is this, Cain?”
“It’s delicious. I don’t intend to stop drinking my favorite,Delilah,just because it comes with some bad memories.”
“For me,” I said flatly. “The bad memories are all mine.”
“Is that true?” he asked, his voice mocking. He held out the glass to me. “Do you want to throw a drink at me? Would that make you feel better?”
“About what you did? Only if I throw the drink to break the glass and use the shards to cut you open.”
“That’s what we did to you? Cut you open. How interesting.” Cain was still studying me, his blue eyes alive. “You cared about what we thought.”
He was right, and I hated that.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” I turned to go.
“Aurora,” he said, his voice laced with that authority that made everyone stop in their tracks. I turned but kept walking backward toward the door; morbid curiosity always compelled me when it came to Cain. He waggled the glass at me. “One chance.”
“Fine. It doesn’t make us even.” I held out my hand for the glass; if he was so desperate to be doused in cocktail, let’s go.
“Hell no, we won’t be,” he said. “You haven’t yet begun to pay, little devil.”
Those words should’ve made me squirm, so why did they heat me up instead? I gripped the crystal glass tightly, thinking how insufficient this was if it was his attempt to make up with me. And slowly, as I watched his expectant face, the hurt I felt inside crystallized into understanding.
“You know what I think, Cain? You’re right. You got inside my defenses and hurt me,” I said, and he looked self-satisfied before I went on. “I felt stupid that I trusted you, and you betrayed me. But you could never do what I did. You’re not strong like me. After everything I’ve lived through, everything I’ve seen,I’vestill clung to hope and friendship and kept trying instead of turning cold.”
Cain had frozen, even before I spat out, “You want to break me because you can’t stand that I’m better than you.”
For a few long seconds, dangerous heat seemed to crackle between Cain and me. His eyes had gone icy as ever.
Then he leaned forward. “I want to break you because you hurt one of my best friends, Aurora, so don’t lecture me that I don’t understandfriendship.Those friends are all I have.”
“How sad. You barely even talk to each other.” I stared up at Cain with a smile, no matter how intimidating he was. “You could never love me, Cain. It’s all empty inside you, and you pretend like that’s strength.You don’t have the power.”
