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I nod and set out on my own. Herman was right. A few steps away from where he left me, a path has been cut into the shrubbery and moss beneath my feet. It’s a road often trudged and the unmistakable pattern of well-cobbled shoes shows me that tonight is no different.
A few more steps bring me to a candle-lit path made up of an old gravel and stone walkway.
“I see you’ve made it alright,” Cain’s voice cuts through the howling wind before I can see him.
“Herman is a great tour guide,” I joke. Exiting the tree line, I find myself in the middle of a small clearing with a pond in the center. The skyline is lit up by the distant lightning rumbling in the distance.
It’s beautiful out here.
An icy cold chill runs down my spine with another lashing of the icy wind striking my back. It was warm enough to wear my shorts and a tank top in Cain's mansion, but coming outside I realize my mistake.
I’m braless, in the cold, and my nipples are practically tearing a hole through my shirt. What’s Cain going to think of me walking up to him in clothes more akin to underwear than actual attire? Silly girl.
“How are you settling in?” Cain asks. He’s sitting atop an old stone, covered in moss, with his feet dipped into the pond. His trouser legs are lifted above his knees, and I get a perfect shot of his calves.
How isn’t he freezing to death in this horrible weather?
“Good. Your place is amazing,” I take a few steps closer to him.
This doesn’t feel like the usual meet-and-greet I’ve come to expect from my upper-class clientele. We’re surrounded by the low light of candles, nature is singing her ultimate song, and I have a perfect view of Cain Hawthorne ahead of me.
I take an excited step toward him and my breasts bounce. The sudden motion has my nipples brushing against my forearm, and a soft moan emits from the back of my throat.
Shit, did he hear that? I hope not.
He turns to face me with a gleam in his eye and a naughty grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Yup, he heard it. It might be an ice-cold night, but the heat of embarrassment burns through my body. I stop dead where I’m standing.
Cain doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes move over my body and drink me in. His haphazard inspection of my sleepwear leaves me weak in the knees. It’s like he’s undressing me, piece by piece, eager to get me all to himself.
And as fast as it came, he shut's his lids and turns away.
“I didn’t know we’d be meeting tonight. I’d have dressed more appropriately if I did,” I say.
“No, no, don’t say that. You look stunning,” Cain says with the same confidence he used on the four who harassed me earlier today. Those three words melt my heart and form a puddle between my thighs. “I should be apologizing, dragging you out of the warmth and into the storm.”
“What if I said I like attention?” Holy shit, did I really say that? Please tell me it was my imagination running wild.
“Then you’re a lucky woman, indeed.” He turns around again, this time swaying his whole body on the stone to face me directly. “I’d be lying if I said you didn’t command all of mine.”
Cain’s golden eyes catch the light of a candle behind me. The glowing gold stares directly into my soul as if he’s marking me. Claiming me as his own, without the need to say it. A shaky breath catches in my throat, and I choke a soft groan. Cain doesn’t hide his wicked grin this time.
“Will you sit with me?” Cain asks.
I look around for another rock, a bench, or anything else but Cain shakes his head. He pats his thigh, just above the knee. Like a hound being summoned by its master, I rush to him. My body moves on pure instinct, it knows what it wants and won't stop until it has it.
My hands drop to my side and Cain drinks in my breasts. He licks his lips, inspecting my nipples poking through the thin white fabric of my shirt. All I want him to do is wrap that tongue around one of them and take it into his mouth.
There’s something about this man I can’t explain. I can’t control myself around him. He’s shattered my senses and left me craving his touch. One look and one word are all he’ll ever need to make me come . . . to make me cum. He’s wrapped himself around my brain and coiled me around his pinky without realizing it.
I’m fucked, but so is he.
I straddle his muscular leg and his eyes instantly shoot down between my legs. The same commanding stare he gave me, branding me as his, now burns a hole through the soaked fabric of my short shorts. I instantly feel the bulge of his stiffening cock stroke the underside of my leg.
The sensation drives me wild. I picture myself sinking a hand into my pants, touching myself while his firm grip holds me in place. His fingers replace mine, sliding over my slick folds, preparing me for the monster growing inside his trousers.
Sudden heat explodes across my entire body and washes away any sensations the cold winds bring. I could get lost in this fantasy forever.
“How do you like your seat?” Cain asks.
