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Chapter 8 Cain
Cain: I’m having my driver pick you up shortly. I’ll let you know when he’s here.
I grit my teeth when another two minutes go by and she doesn’t respond. Eden doesn’t ignore me. No matter how angry she claims she is.
Then again, I’ve never hurt her this much before.
“Shit.”
“Cain,” Margaret hisses under her breath.
Governor Bexley clears his throat, no doubt a
I need to get my head back in the game.
“Everything all right?” Senator Dodson questions, not bothering to hide the trace of a
Tucking my phone into my pocket, I give my head a shake. “Sorry, my assistant forwarded me an urgent email.” I glance at Bexley who frowns. “Everything is fine. There’s been a change of schedule for my meetings tomorrow is all. Evidently my assistant considers that an emergency.”
Margaret pats my arm. “That’s because she knows how much it irritates you when your affairs aren’t in order.” She tilts her head back and laughs. “Cain can be a tyrant when it comes to organization and pla
Dodson chuckles. “My father always said being precise was a trait of a great leader.”
Margaret beams at me. “Indeed, it is. No one works harder than my Cain does. I miss him terribly while he’s gone all hours of the day and night, but I know it’s only because he wants the best for the people in this town.”
Her father raises his glass. “He’s going to make a great mayor, and one hell of a governor some day.”
They all raise their glasses at the same time my phone vibrates. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” I motion to my phone. “I have to take this.”
I can feel everyone’s eyes on me as I head to the restroom, but I have to handle the Eden situation and get her home before she does something stupid.
Like find Margaret and tell her the truth.
I curse when I check my phone and realize it is in fact an email from Claudia updating my schedule for tomorrow, and not a text from Eden.
Bringing my cell to my ear, I take a sharp left—dodging the bathrooms—and head up the staircase.
I curse for a second time when it goes straight to voicemail. “Goddammit, Eden, I have neither the time nor the patience for one of your teenage tantrums right now. The driver will be here in fifteen minutes to take you home.”
Since there’s no telling when this little stunt of hers will end, I continue up the stairs. I have about five minutes to get her the fuck out of here before Margaret or Bexley come looking for me.
A pit forms in my stomach when I glance at my watch and recall today’s date. No wonder she’s so upset. It’s her birthday.
Cain: I’m sorry.
Even to my own eyes, my half-hearted apology appears trite.
Cain: You’re the last person in the world I want to hurt.
No matter how often I continue to do it.
After finding the suite I was in earlier empty, I try the one at the end of the hall.
I’m barely a few steps inside when my phone pings.
Eden: I’m already home.
I go to respond, but another text comes through.
Eden: Now stop texting me. I’d like to salvage my last two hours of the birthday you ruined.
I hover over the reply button before deciding it’s best to respect her wishes. Maybe when she’s calmer, she’ll give me a chance to explain that Margaret or no Margaret…we can never be together. Not the way she wants.
Although I can’t seem to find the will to let her go like I should.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I pace around the room, sca
I come up empty.
With a shake of my head, I laugh. A stupid eighteen-year-old girl shouldn’t have me tied up in knots like this.
I’m a grown man. I’m the one in control of this situation…not her.
Eden’s young, impressionable, and according to her therapist—a bit mentally unstable due to her anxiety and the lack of motherly affection she received from Karen growing up.
Therefore, she’ll do whatever the hell I tell her to.
Because she loves me.
Because she wants me.
Because I’m the only one she has.
And when I see her later…I’ll make sure she doesn’t forget it.
I squeeze my growing erection through my pants. I’m going to take what’s mine.
Mind racing, I unzip my fly and fist myself. Every untouched perfect inch of her.
Licking my lips, I spit in my hand and drag my palm over my shaft.
The moment I get home, I’m going to rip apart those long legs and mar that sweet, i
And if she protests or tries to put up a fight, I’ll give it to her harder.
I quicken my pace, jacking myself off so fast the room spins.
So fucking hard she cries and pleads for me to stop.
But I won’t.
Because she’s mine.
I halt my movements when I hear a woman mewling in the distance.
Whether it’s due to pain or pleasure, I’m not sure.
She does it again, and like a moth to a flame, I chase the sound into the bedroom of the suite—only to find it empty.
I look around, desperate to find out where it’s coming from. My skin prickles when a deep grunt, punctuated by skin slapping together, assaults my ears next.
Like a bloodhound hunting down a scent, I track the noise to the French double doors across the room.
Dick firmly back in my hand, I wander over and peer through the glass.
I nearly come on the spot.
Both of their backs are turned to me, but there’s no mistaking what’s transpiring out on the balcony. Some man in a suit is fucking a woman senseless.
Tension in my dick skyrockets and I have to force myself to suck in air as he continues pounding her into the railing as though she were nothing more than a ragdoll. His harsh thrusts must be too much for her to take though because she starts to lose her balance.
Just when she’s about to topple over, he grips her hips and bites out, “Take my cock like a good girl.”
His voice punches through me and heat sears my thighs when she whimpers. An eerie feeling crawls up my spine, but I disregard it and thrust into my palm at the same time he rams into her.
My balls tingle thanks to the show they’re giving me, and I know I’m liable to come any minute—but then he growls and his body convulses.
“No. Don’t you fucking stop,” I grumble under my breath, my needy cock protesting the injustice. “I’m not finished yet.”
Just when I’m debating going out there to have a crack at her, the man drops to his knees, granting me a perfect view of her naked back and plump, bare ass.
Jesus fucking Christ. The moon illuminates her smooth skin, messy blonde hair, and soft curves. She looks like a sexy angel.
My dick pulses and I jerk myself faster when he slides his thumb along the seam of her pussy and separates her lips, exposing her.
I shift my stance, trying to get a better look, but his head inches closer, blocking my view.
Asshole.
Closing my eyes, I press my forehead against the window and sigh. There’s no mistaking that the moans coming from her now are ones of pure ecstasy.
She enjoys having her cunt eaten like a dirty little whore.