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"Cain," I said cautiously. "Do you want to talk about—"
"No, I definitely don't want to talk about my two good-for-nothing parents." There was no inflection in his voice, no sign that he was upset anywhere in his features.
A chill swept through my body. Thinking back to what Alexander had said, and my own observations that Cain was most likely a psychopath, I was suddenly on edge. Especially as I glanced at Stellan who was holding my hand in his lap like he was afraid I was going to jump out of the window, and Remington who was watching cameras on his computer screen.
And then, of course, there was Paxton. My beautiful Paxton, who was depending on us to save him from the Demon.
Cain really didn't seem to care about his parents at all. They were more like accessories to his life than people. Did he feel that way about the others?
I knew what he felt for me was a deep dark obsession that defied logic on either end, but if the situation arose, would he sacrifice them as easily as he had his parents?
I was torn up in knots the entire ride home, wondering what the answer to that question was.
12
CAIN
“What exactly are you mad about?” I asked calmly as I followed her into our latest hotel suite.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she answered in what she thought was her calm voice. Remington was striding ahead of us, and he glanced back, bemused, obviously able to hear the lie in her voice. Stellan’s mother had called as we walked into the lobby, and he’d gone ahead of us to talk to her. I could hear the faint murmur of his voice coming from one of the other bedrooms.
“Aurora,” I snapped.
She turned, her pretty lips upturned and her hands on her hips. “Cain,” she said sarcastically.
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to give you to the count of three to tell me what’s wrong.”
“What happens after three?”
“I put you over my knee.” I was hard just thinking about it, honestly. I remembered finding her on my bed after she’d blown up my car and spanking her perfect ass until it was a rosy pink color.
I couldn’t wait to do it again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me—”
“One,” I began, enjoying the flush to her cheeks and the way her gaze sparked with anger.
“Fuck you!”
“Two,” I continued.
“I think he’s serious,” snarked Remington, a wide, stupid smile on his face.
“CAIN!”
“Three.”
Remington picked her up and hauled her towards the bedroom as she ranted and threw out a whole bunch of interesting insults. I’d certainly never been called a “fucking meatball head” before.
Once we’d gotten to the edge of the bed, Remy threw her on it. I was immediately on top of her before she could move, pushing her to her stomach so her ass was in front of me.
“I kind of want to do the honors,” said Remy, his head cocked as he admired the perfection in front of him.
“I can share,” I drawled, and she yelled as Remington bounced on to the bed next to her, and then pulled her shorts down so one cheek was visible.
The resounding smack echoed around the room. My cock was so hard it felt like it could break my zipper at any moment.
“I hate both of you,” she said, but her voice was breathy…definitely hercome fuck mevoice.
