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“Do I believe you’d let another man touch you, let alone sleep in your bed? No.”
Placated, Wynter relaxed and glanced down at his hand. “Then do continue.” Because things had been moving in a direction she very much liked.
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “I’d rather do this.”
A hot lash of pain-edged blissstruckher soul like a flogger, making her jump with a gasp. “Fuck.” He did it again. And again. And again. Until every part of her felt sochargedit was like static flames skipped along her over-sensitized skin.
“Yes, take it for me,” he said, flicking open the buttons on the shirt she wore.
Her back bowed as she was hit by yet another sharp lash to her soul. It was like being whipped by pleasure/pain. Sometimes the strikes were heavy and held a real bite. Others were more like the slap of a hand and left a stinging sensation in their wake.
He started off slow, but the tempo soon began to build, ramping up the tension coiling in her muscles. Jesus, her heart waspounding.Her breaths—so quick and shallow—repeatedly caught in her throat as lash after lash of darkly decadent sensation thrashed her very being.
Parting her now unbuttoned shirt, he said, “I think I’ll leave this on you. I like fucking you while you’re wearing my shirt.”
A groan mixed with a sob as his hands closed over her breasts. She arched into his touch, her nipples so tight they hurt. Her pussy felt even more sensitive. Her clit pulsed, and her inner muscles contracted almost painfully. “Fuck me.”
Dark eyes blazed into hers. “Not yet. I want you out of your mind with need.”
She would have told him she was already there, but her thoughts scattered as soon as the ‘whipping’ recommenced.
More lashes, more pain, more pleasure.
Drowning in sensation, she felt … floaty. Weightless. Adrift. It was only his hands on her body that kept her aware of the physical world.
Her body gave up any pretense of belonging to her. In that moment, Cain truly owned it. Ruled it. Manipulated it to his liking. But then … didn’t he always? It was impossible to hold some part of herself back when she felt him literallyeverywhere.
“No one else could ever make you feel this good,” he said, swiping the head of his dick through her folds and rubbing at her clit. “No one.”
A hot, quivering bundle of sexual frustration, she stared up at him, wishing she could brand him cocky. But it wasn’t arrogance; it was pure fact. “And you like that, don’t you?” He was just enough of an asshole to find satisfaction in knowing that any man who might come after him would fail to measure up.
“Yes, I very much do,” he easily admitted, his tone as dark as his gaze.
She lifted her hips to meet the broad tip of his cock, but he didn’t push it inside her. “Fuck me.” Another electric lash to her soul had her all but bucking off the bed. “Cain, seriously.” Her voice broke. Dammit, she was close to crying.
Draping himself over her once more, he licked at the corner of her mouth. “You’re so desperate for my cock you’d do anything I asked right now, wouldn’t you?” The question was rhetorical.
She couldn’t even claim he was wrong, which would have been mortifying if there was any room in her system for anything but raw need. Her breath caught as he began to slowly sink inside her pussy, stretching her, stroking over hypersensitive nerve-endings.
He put his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to use you now. Brutally. Coldly. Like you’re nothing but a toy. My favorite toy, but still just a thing that’s here for my convenience. A thing that’s sole purpose is to make me feel good. And you know what, baby? You’re gonna get off on it.”
Then he was moving inside her. No,pounding. Fucking in and out of her pussy as pitilessly as he’d promised, focused only on chasing his own orgasm.
He was so detached, so distant, so coolly remote … like she truly had no purpose in his mind other than to make him come. At the same time, though, he once more thrashed her soul with lashes of darkly carnal sensations. So even as she felt utterly used and objectified, she knew he wasn’t really so uncaring of her own pleasure.
“Do not come. I get to come first. Then you. Hmm, your pussy just rippled around my cock. You like it when I give you orders.”
It was impossible to fight a blush right then. “No, I don’t.”
“Such a little liar.” He thrust his hand into her hair and fisted it tight enough to make her scalp sting. “Little liars get punished.”
She expected a spank of pain to her soul. Instead, it was a series of soft, velvetyflicksof sensation.Exquisitesensation. But too featherlight to be anything but a tease. She shook her head, too desperate to come to bear more of that.
“Let’s try this again.”
“I liked it, okay! Now stop acting as if you even care that I lied. You’re just being cruel because you can.”
“Of course I am. I like fucking with your head.” He kept callously ramming his cock deep, animalistic in the primitive, dispassionate way he sought his own release. “Such a pretty toy.”
