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He catches my wrist before my hand co
“No, you don’t. You hate how much you love me.” My tears fall faster, and he cradles my face in his hands. “Do you honestly think I could ever hire someone to kill you?”
I don’t give him an answer. I can’t. I never thought he would hurt me like this, and yet here we are.
“Look at me.”
I try to turn away, but he won’t let me. “Goddammit, look me in the fucking eyes, Eden.”
My gaze rises to those intense brown orbs of his that are swirling with so much emotion my breath catches.
“No.” I swallow, and it feels like glass going down. “I thought Margaret did, and you went along with it because of the election and—”
“Fucking hell. No. Never. I would never let anyone take you from me.” My heart squeezes when his lips find my jaw. “Do you have any idea how much I love you? How special you are to me?”
Tears prickle my eyes for an entirely different reason. “I’m sorry. Damien—”
His lips capture mine before I can get the words out. For a moment, I’m too stu
Cain’s never kissed me before. Not like this.
I whimper into his mouth when our tongues brush. He’s so gentle and tender with me, like I’m made out of porcelain.
His hand slides down my neck. “Fuck. I love you so much, Eden.”
And just like that, my heart blooms back to life like a rose after a long, cold winter.
My toes curl when he groans and deepens the kiss. It’s forbidden, frantic, and intense…it’s everything we are.
Everything I always wanted us to be.
I want to pinch myself to make sure this is actually happening and I’m not imagining things.
He pivots his hips, digging his erection into me. “Did you like the way he fucked you?”
There’s no mistaking the lethal edge to his harsh words or the sheer jealousy shading his eyes. But even more concerning is that he knows.
“How—”
He fists the neckline of my dress. “Are you really so naïve? No way in hell would he keep you in his home or declare you’re his fiancée without fucking you first.” Snarling, he tugs on the material, jerking me close to his face. “Did you enjoy it?”
I give him the truth. “It hurt. But not nearly as much as your betrayal did.”
He laughs but there's not a drop of humor. "Want to know what else hurts? Spending the last two nights worried sick about you. Wondering where the hell you were and if you'd ever come back to me." His voice drops to a whisper. "Wondering if you would ever forgive me."
The tightness in my chest turns to flutters when he drops to his knees. “You’re the last person in the world I want to hurt. You know that, right?”
I don’t even have to look at his earnest expression to know he truly believes that.
But Cain’s intentions have never been the problem…it’s his actions. How far he’ll go to reach his goals. The people he’ll hurt in the process.
His hands slide up my thighs and he hooks a finger into the band of my panties. “Let me make it better.”
My breath comes out in ragged gasps as he kisses my torso and the delicate lace falls to my ankles.
“My beautiful, i
His words sting, but I know it’s all the anger he’s harboring over me having sex with someone else.
It must make me an awful person, because deep down there’s a part of me that enjoys seeing his pain.
Not because I want him to suffer…but because it means what he feels for me is real.
I want him to hold on to it so tightly it can never escape.
I want it to haunt him just like it haunts me.
“Did you think about me when he fucked you?”
I nod.
I thought about how much I loved him. How angry I was about his engagement to Margaret. How much he hurt…
I cry out when he rams two fingers inside me. “Shh, sweetheart.” He removes his fingers and shoves them into my mouth. “Cain’s go
I grip his hair as he drags his tongue across my slit. “I love you.”
Even when I should hate you.
He’s like poison pumping through my system. The more I absorb him, the sicker I get.
I jolt against his mouth as he speeds up his movements.
Every flick of his tongue along my clit is a lashing. A brutal reminder of every ounce of pleasure he’s ever given me…
Followed by every piece of my heart he’s incinerated.
“I love you so much.”
So much I hate myself for it.
Tears drip down my cheeks and onto my chest like a river with no end. Freedom from the prison he keeps me in is so close I can taste it, yet I’m too scared to leave.
Cain’s all I’ve ever had. All I’ve ever known.
And you can’t escape when you have nowhere else to go.