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“No.” I clutch the railing, my anger and hate are wrapping around me, coiling so tight I can't breathe.
Reminding me that Cain will always be inside me.
Because even though I hate him now…I loved him, first.
And deep down, I know I’ll continue loving him…with all the broken pieces he left me in.
It's the cruelest punishment there is. To continue loving someone who's given you every reason to hate them.
“Don't stop,” I say, the organ in my chest turning to steel. “Keep going.”
I want Cain to burn like I do.
I want him to know I didn't go peacefully when he ordered someone to kill me.
That he didn't get this part of me.
Someone else did.
I whimper in both pleasure and pain as the man takes me in harsh, primitive thrusts.
He fucks the same way he threatens...with no mercy.
“What's your name?” I question, my breath choppy. “You're inside me and I don't even know your name.”
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugs my head back, angling his mouth over my ear. “Damien King.”
With that, he picks up his pace, fucking me so hard I cry out as I lose my balance.
“Come on, little lamb,” he taunts, gripping both my hips to steady me. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
I start to speak, but he pinches my clit and my knees go weak.
“No—I can’t. I can’t come,” I utter, my body at odds with itself. “It hurts too much.”
“Trust me,” he snarls as his hand leaves me. “If I want you to come, you will.”
His dick pulses and he shudders, finishing inside me with a violent growl.
And then there’s nothing but the sound of the bitter October wind howling in the distance.
“That was my first time,” I whisper as he slips out of me.
I regret the words the moment they leave my mouth.
“I know.” His laugh is callous. “You bled all over my dick.”
As if on cue, liquid begins trickling down my thighs. I start to turn around, intending to ask him if I can clean up, but he halts me.
“We’re not done yet.”
His rough palms skate down my body as he drops to his knees.
My pulse quickens. “What are you doing?”
He spreads me open with his thumbs. “You want your reward, don't you?”
I moan when his mouth finds my pussy and he peppers kisses along my slit. “Yes.”
I want him to ease the pain.
My eyes flutter closed when he flattens his tongue against my clit, licking me in long, brisk strokes.
His tongue slides in deeper and he groans. “You taste like my cum.”
His dirty words make my thighs clench. “Oh, God.”
“God isn’t the one eating this little cunt until it creams all over his face,” he growls low and deep. “I am.”
Blood whooshes in my ears when his mouth latches onto my clit and he begins sucking me in a staccato rhythm that has me rocking against his jaw.
“Damien, I'm—” I tremble and squeeze his tongue, coming so hard and fast I'm grateful he tied one of my wrists to the railing.
I expect him to stop, but to my surprise, he doesn't let up. He laps at my orgasm like a man starved.
“That feels—” The sound of someone banging on the glass door cuts me off. “What—”
Something sharp pricks my skin...and then there's nothing but darkness.