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Eden: Meet me at the staircase near the atrium.
Cain: I’m in the cigar room with Johnson, Judge Ke
“Why the fuck does he keep his office in the basement?” Cain questions as I lead him down the dark, narrow hallway.
“I have no idea.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to rip into him about what the governor said, but there’s no point.
Knowing Cain—he’ll either deny it or defend his precious governor and suggest that Bexley only said it because he has a reputation to uphold and I’m making waves.
I don’t even know why I’m wasting my energy being pissed off about it anyway. Cain’s not the man I thought he was.
Nothing he says or does should shock me anymore.
I turn on a light when we enter Damien’s office and point to the computer. “It’s password protected, but I figured it out.”
I didn’t. Damien gave it to me so Cain still thinks I’m on his side.
I turn my head to look at him when he doesn’t say anything. “You okay?”
His eyes are glued to the gigantic fish tank behind Damien’s desk.
There’s a hint of amusement in his expression when he finally speaks. “I think that’s my piranha.” He snorts. “Given there are other fish in the tank, he must not have eaten yet.”
“He ate the other night.” I gesture to the small leather sofa. “I remember because Damien fucked me right there after.”
If my seduction doesn’t tempt him, his need to compete with Damien will.
His eyes become tiny slits. “What’s the password?”
“Cainisacocksucker1829,” I deadpan.
“Goddamn prick,” he says under his breath as he marches toward the desk and sits down.
I take the pin out of my hair and reach behind me for the zipper of my dress.
Cain’s eyes widen and his face goes slack…but it has nothing to do with me.
It’s due to the picture of him with the chief’s cock in his mouth.
“This isn’t me.” He swallows hard. “Fucking idiot can’t even manage to use Photoshop correctly. These are obviously doctored. Trejo spilled his drink during our meeting, and I was on my knees cleaning the floor.”
It actually hurts not to laugh. Unless Cain—who’s never so much as put a dish in the sink since I’ve known him—wanted to be really thorough about missing any spots, his little explanation still doesn’t account for why he’s sucking down the chief’s dick like a popsicle.
He sticks what looks like a USB drive into the port. “Just in case anyone is dumb enough to believe that was real, I’ve not only deleted the file but infected his computer with a virus. Problem solved.”
He stands at the same time my dress hits the floor.
“You know, it’s a shame it’s not real,” I say, stepping out of it. “It kind of turned me on.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “The idea of me with a man turned you on? What the hell is wrong with you?”
Trailing a manicured fingernail down my black and gold bra, I bite my lip. “I don’t know. It just looked so…forbidden and naughty.”
He rakes his gaze up and down my lingerie-clad body, zeroing in on my panties. “Is that so?”
I nod. “You can’t deny there’s something sexy about doing something…or someone you shouldn’t. Maybe it’s why we’re both so attracted to one another.”
“What I feel for you goes beyond attraction. I love you. Always have. Always will.”
What Cain loves is the idea of controlling someone who genuinely loves him and making them his personal puppet.
Because he knows when love sinks its teeth into someone, it never really lets them go.
It always leaves behind a scar.
I undo the front clasp of my bra, bearing my tits to him.
“I know you love me.” His eyes darken as I lick my finger and circle a puckered nipple. “But you can’t deny there’s also something so tantalizing about forbidden fruit.” I drift my gaze to the couch. “Taking something that doesn’t belong to you.”
The vein in his forehead bulges as he comes out from behind Damien’s desk. “You don’t belong to him, Eden. You belong to me, goddammit.”
“Are you sure about that?” I finger my lacy underwear. “Because I think I might need a reminder.”
He’s standing in front of me in four strides. “I’ll fucking remind you, all right.”
I gasp when he plucks the crotch of my panties and plunges a finger inside me.
“Cai—”
He grabs the back of my head and crushes his mouth against mine.
Revulsion works its way up my esophagus, and I have to remind myself to focus on the plan.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I say between kisses.
“I’ve missed you more.” He nibbles my bottom lip. “Have you been a good girl for me?”
Placing my hand on top of his, I grind against his fingers. “The best girl ever.”
He makes a low noise in his throat as he adds another finger. “Cain should probably reward you then, huh?”
If I keep playing my cards right, Cain most definitely will.
I suckle his earlobe. “Please. I’ve been so, so good.”
“Prove it.” He tugs down his zipper with his free hand. “Get on your knees.”
“Get on the couch.” I run my hand over his thickening erection. “I want to suck you off where Damien fucked me.”
His face contorts in anger then lust as I remove his fingers from my pussy and lick them before leading him to the sofa.
The moment he sits, I straddle his lap, writhing against his cock. “I love you.”
His thumb brushes my cheekbone before making its way down the length of my body. “I love you, too.” He pulls his dick out and strokes it. “Now be a good girl and take care of me.”
With a coy smile, I sink to my knees. “I’m go
He starts to answer, but I stretch my mouth over his tip, and he hisses. “What’s that?”
Pushing his legs together, I suck him down a little farther and tie his ankles together the way Damien taught me to this morning.
“What are you doing?”
He begins to move, but I get on top of him again. “Relax.” Leaning in, I kiss his bottom lip. “I just want to see you at my mercy while I drain every drop of cum from your dick with my mouth and cunt.”
“Jesus.” He grunts when I nip his throat. “Deal. But just my ankles.”
I hold up the handcuffs. “But it’s more fun this way.”
“Eden—” I shove my tits in his face and he sucks my nipple. “Fuck, you’re such a bad little girl. Aren’t you?”
“No,” I say, edging away a bit so he has no choice but to lean forward. “I’m always a good girl for daddy.”
A strangled groan lodges in his throat. “Christ.” He places his arms behind his back. “You better fuck daddy real good.”
I hold his gaze as I lock the cuffs on his wrists. Damien isn’t in the room yet, but my gut tells me he’s close.
I kiss Cain’s cheek hard enough to leave a mark with my red lipstick. It might not be permanent like the one he left on me, but it will still sting when he goes to wipe it off in his jail cell. “Don’t worry. I’m go
“I’ll take it from here,” Damien’s deep voice calls out from behind me.