Текст книги "The Wrath of Cain"

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Chapter Eight

Calla

I have two choices. Either I can sit here and bitch and complain, or I can follow his rules. Plain and simple. Neither of these options will get me the hell out of here any faster the way I see it. Justice sucks. I’ve seen it, read it, know all about it with my six years of studying law. I could argue with Cain until I’m blue in the face, throw every case precedent at him that has ever been created, and I’d get nowhere with him. He still wouldn’t let me leave or call my parents to let them know I’m safe.

The truth is, if I wasn’t so hell-bent on trying to make myself believe I hate him, I could admit that he’s been keeping me safe from this Kryder dude. I’m thankful that I now know someone has been after me, but I’m not about to tell him that.

There is still so much to talk about, so much I know for a damn fact he isn’t telling me. He is greatly underestimating the power of my lawyerly instincts. This bar isn’t legit. They may not deal with drugs anymore, this I do believe. But guns are definitely a part of whatever is up around here. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter, and as most of my professors have told me, I will make one hell of an attorney because I can smell a liar a mile away. I may not have been around him for the last six years, but I can see the lies as clearly as if they were written across his handsome face.

I look up at him again. Cain doesn’t strike me as a vain man, but shit, he’s been blessed in the genetics department. The way his body is sculpted to perfection, one would think Michelangelo himself carved him just to make women physically and emotionally spent simply by looking at him. A sane woman would want to wrap her hands around his neck and choke him for the way he’s been throwing out demands. But me? Oh no. I’m not sane right now at all.

I shake my head; my body has been pushed hard enough today. My brain has taken in way too much information. A shower sounds nice, but a long, hot bath sounds even better.

“Do you have a bathtub? I’d prefer to have a bath. They relax me, and with the information you have provided me with today, I could use it.”

I cringe a little as I hear my voice come out in a sexy, deeply alluring kind of way. Do they still make chastity belts? Because my vagina needs one.

Confusion plays out across his features for a moment before his gaze trails up and down my body in a hungry kind of way, making my pussy feel like it could erupt all on its own. The intensity of his fixation on my neck makes me want to tilt my head more just to see what he would do. My pulse quickens, my breath catches, and if I don’t quit staring at his mouth, I’m going to be straddling him pantyless in about two point five seconds. I’m getting off track here.

“I have one,” he says finally. “It’s never been used.”

My eyebrows shoot straight up in surprise.

“What? You mean to tell me this is your house, you have a girlfriend, who I assume lives with you or at least stays here, and she has never used your bathtub?”

Now he looks surprised. His eyes widen then quickly fill with anger. Jesus, his face looks deadly.

“That bitch has never been in this house, Calla.”

“I, um... I guess I don’t understand.”

He’s never brought her here? Aren’t they in a relationship? I mean, sure, I think he treats the twat like shit, and for whatever reason she puts up with it, but come the hell on!

“Like I said, we’ve both changed. I’ve got my reasons why she doesn’t come here. Why I very rarely stay here. When I decide to share them with you, I will. In the meantime, it’s all yours.”

He abruptly turns without another word, obviously expecting me to just follow him. I do, though. I follow him through an open walkway where he switches on a light, giving me the perfect view of his ass.

I should not be looking; it only tortures my soul. But good God almighty. If anything, it is even tighter than before. Those black jeans hugging it are the luckiest pair of pants in the world, they truly are. That ass is the reason I never really paid much attention to other men; it ruined me for them.

I slide my glance down, checking out his long, muscular legs encased in big black motorcycle boots. My eyes roam back up across the vest he’s wearing over a dark-colored tee. I check everything out, from his robust traps to his expansive shoulders and back. He definitely works out and keeps himself in great shape. I’m glad he still does that for himself, at least.

He turns left into a room and turns on a light. Now I’m mad at myself for checking him out and mad at him for stopping. Damn.

But then I walk further into the room and it takes my breath away. There’s a huge, dark brown king sized bed up against one wall. The headboard is made of four wooden rectangles connected by a thin piece of wood. Two matching night stands sit on each side, with the matching dressers sitting against the opposite wall. A fireplace with shades of brown, turquoise, and a very light cream brick runs all the way up to the high cathedral ceiling. On either side of the fireplace are floor-to-ceiling windows covered with wooden blinds, which are closed now. I can only imagine the view behind those windows.

“Woah, this is your bedroom? It’s... wow. I don’t even know what to think. This is remarkable.” I twirl around in wonder. “It all looks... I don’t know. New. Don’t you sleep here?”

Cain ignores my question.

“Come on. Let me show you the bath.”

He sounds pained, which makes me stop and glance over at him. He’s standing there with his jaw flexing, arms crossed over his chest.

“No, I want to see this,” I insist.

My feet carry me to the edge of the bed. My dirty hands reach out to feel the softness of the turquoise and brown comforter. I draw them back rapidly, afraid to stain the soft fabric. Now I’m close enough to see that an intricate design is etched into the wood, and I peer down to study it. When I do, my entire body lurches backward.

“Th… those are Calla lilies. Good God. I… I don’t understand.”

Exhaling loudly, he steps towards me, eyes heated. He stops at the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I’ve never slept in here. Not once. I sleep on my couch. This is our room. At least I hoped it would be our room one day.”

“You must be joking me?” I ask, my aggressive tone masking my nervousness.

“I never joke, not when it comes to you.” He points behind him. “The bathroom is in there.”

“Wait, damnit. You can’t just let me see something so meaningful and personal, and then not tell me what it means. Why would you do something like this?”

Cain just stares at me as if I’m the one holding all the answers. His boots smack firmly against the hardwood floor when he turns and leaves. This man has thrown yet another curve ball at me, and this one’s hit me smack in the face.

My life was doing so well before I drove into this place. The daunting, unknown life I am being forced to live lies in front of me, and now I stand in the middle of a bedroom that was apparently designed for me, trying to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to manage all of this. Living with him. Being with him all the time.

We’re both hurting. So many things have been left unsaid. So many things need to be said. We’re going to have to sit down and talk all of this out in a reasonable manner, or else these deep wounds are going to fester and bleed us both dry.

I pad on dirty feet across the room and gasp when I arrive at a bathroom like I’ve never seen before.

“My God, Cain. What have you done?”

The same colors as the bedroom adorn this immaculate room. The sunken tub is like a small pool sitting right below a giant window, with a brown tiled walk-in shower off to the left of it. A long, brown vanity with teal countertops and marbled sinks takes up another wall. I’m afraid to touch a thing in here. It’s all so pristine, so unlike Cain and his manly biker dude, bossy, uncontrollable ways.

“Wow. I may skip eating and stay in this tub all night,” I whisper to myself.

I ditch my now-ruined clothing as fast as I can and practically run to the tub, where I stand naked trying to figure out how to turn the thing on. Finally, I see buttons on the floor and push them as I squat on the cold, tiled ledge surrounding the tub. The drain automatically closes and just like that it starts to fill. Reaching for a knob, I adjust the temp and wait while water splashes into it with whisper soft splatters, like the tiny tears now streaming freely down my face.

My tears drip into the water, drowning along with my emotions. I’m feeling bereft, sad, and lonely with no idea whatsoever how I’m going to come up with the right answer to this solution.

Swiping my hand across my eyes, I stand up and dip my big toe into the water. The warmth stings the cut there. I wince and ease myself forward. Pain pushed aside, relaxation sets in. I press the button to turn the water off and lean back onto the soft pillow-like padding at the opposite end, sighing loudly.

My eyes drift closed as I let the water envelop me, submerging myself completely. My hair fans out to the sides as I sink toward the bottom. When my lungs start to burn, I emerge from the depths of the water and scream when I see Cain standing there at the edge of the tub.

Water splashes over the sides as I try and gather my wits. My heart starts pounding and my breathing becomes short.

“What in the hell are you doing in here?” I yell, mortified.

I’m completely naked, lying stretched out in a tub full of clear water. He can see everything. My brain tells my hands to move and cover myself up, but I seem to be immobilized, as does he. Nothing moves on his body except those damn dark eyes of his, the same as when we saw each other earlier today for the first time. His gaze scorches down my naked body, which is on full display. At last, his smoldering, sensual gaze moves up to my eyes.

“Fuck me, I have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. You’re both a blessing and a curse, Calla.”

My brain finally catches up with the fact I’m naked in front of Cain for the first time in six years. I sit up in a rush of water and bring my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top of them.

“You... you shouldn’t be in here.”

“You wouldn’t answer me,” he says exasperatedly.

“Well, no shit. My head was underwater. That still doesn’t give you the right to just walk in here.”

“When you don’t answer me when I’m standing right outside of a wide open door, not to mention the fact this is my house... well, then I think I have every fucking right. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. You could have just peeked in and seen I was fine and waited. Was this some kind of ploy for you to get me right where you wanted me? Are you so afraid that the minute you turn your back on me I will up and try to leave? Are you going to watch my every move? Or did you have an ulterior motive in suggesting I shower, just so I could strip down naked and you could make damn sure I didn’t go anywhere? So tell me what the hell it is, because this back and forth, hot and cold game you’ve started is really starting to piss me the hell off!”

I glare up at him, not quite able to read his eyes.

What I do know is that the sexual tension between the two of us is so strong, it’s working triple overtime. There’s only one tiny little obstacle in our way... and that would be our past. The fact that I can’t trust him. He broke every bit of it the same day he broke my heart. One of us needs to give in, take charge so we can just fuck and move on.

As if he can read my mind, he stalks right up to the ledge. Again my freaking disloyal eyes travel down. His cock is straining against his jeans. He’s clenching and unclenching his fists, and fuck me, his feet are bare. When I meet his eyes again, they’ve changed. They’re still dark and full of mystery, but they also have a hint of amusement behind them now.

I nearly fly out of the tub when he steps in with his jeans on, his big frame towering over me. He reaches down and yanks me up beneath my arms. My wet body crashes against his. It’s hotter than a bitch frying in hell in here and it is most definitely not coming from the water we are both standing in.

“I’m done playing games. I’m about to fuck that sweet cunt of yours. By God, you can stand here and try to deny it all you want, but baby, you want my cock buried deep inside of you just as bad I want it there. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

A loud moan rises from deep inside of me, escaping without warning. My pussy is doing all of the talking, pressing up against him giving him the answer he wants.

Cain’s hands leave my body to cradle my face, his thumbs skimming down my cheeks and running across my lips. His hands grab me by the ass and lift me, so I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I moan again when he doesn’t go for my lips first; instead, he hits that spot on my neck. The sensations are too much. My God, his lips feel so good, sucking and assaulting my neck like he’s truly missed me.

“Oh, hell!” I gasp.

My legs squeeze tighter around his waist. Rough friction from his damp jeans abrades me and I grind and writhe like a snake against him.

“Fuck!” he roars.

How he manages to get the two of us lying back down in this water is beyond me, but he does. He’s on top of me with my head resting comfortably on the soft cushion.

I’m in a daze of wanton desire. Cain pushes my legs apart, palms my ass, and lifts the bottom half of my body out of the water. A smile pulls his lips, which has me looking down to see what he is reacting to.

“What?’ I ask breathlessly.

“I fucking knew you would be bare down here. This pink pussy uncovered for me to see. Hold on to something, because I haven’t eaten a goddamned thing all day.”

I bite my bottom lip when his face lowers to my pussy. He doesn’t touch me for the longest time, he just stares at it like it’s his lifeline. A tiny voice inside my head tells me this isn’t the right thing to do, but when his face dips closer and he inhales my scent, those thoughts fly from my mind.

“I’ve waited six fucking years to do this. To have you in my arms. To have this pussy staring me right in the face. Six years, Calla. Don’t you dare ask me to stop. I’m taking what’s mine.”

Chapter Nine

Cain

Having craved the taste of her for so damn long, I’m now gaping at this glistening wet pink flesh that’s within an inch of my mouth. It’s like I’m looking at it for the first time. Flashbacks hit me full force of when I tasted her sweet pussy. Nothing, and I mean nothing as sweet-smelling has run across my lips since.

Her luscious lips greet me, her clit hard and ready for me to take into my hot mouth. It’s fucking beautiful.

Since I haven’t had my mouth on any other woman, you would think I’d want to devour her. And I do, but I also want to savor this moment. She wiggles her ass a little, clearly not on the side of savoring. She wants it now, and by God, I’m going to give it to her so good that when she tries to walk tomorrow she won’t know if her pussy is aching from the tongue lashing she is about to get or from my cock.

I’ve never been one to pray, but I sure am now that this is not a one-time thing for her, that all she wants to do is fuck me out of her system. It will never happen. Calla is engraved into my soul. This house I have built has never been my home, not until she crossed the threshold. It’s home now that she is in it. Home is her.

I take one long lick, spreading her lips apart until I reach her clit. Her pussy is dripping wet and spread wide open for me to see. I thank God once again for the high quality lighting in this room.

“Oh, hell!” she wails.

Her bud is so hard. It’s all I can do not to bite down on it. She cries out more. My tongue circles her clit, moving down between the layers of her tender flesh. Fucking heaven.

I do this gently a few more times before tongue fucking the living shit out of her. My tongue cherishes every stroke, every plunge into her juicy hole. Her clit begs for more attention, and it gets it. I suck it deep into my mouth, tongue swirling, lips smacking every piece of her pussy I can find. Even the tight hole of her behind gets the tip of my tongue.

She’s screaming my name, hollering profanities I have never heard her say before. Jesus Christ, I’ve missed her so fucking much. The way her body responds to mine. The way her tight ass feels in my hands. The smell of her pussy. The sound of her voice. Everything. And fuck, here she is, in my arms, screaming and begging me not to stop. No one is going to make her leave me ever again.

I can sense she is getting close. My mouth remains on her clit. My eyes move from the view of her pussy to her face to gauge her reaction when she comes undone for me.

I suck gently, then harder, and even harder. She’s staring right at me but her eyes are glazed over. My gaze never drops from hers.

Her pelvis lifts with her impending orgasm, shoving her pussy farther into my face. The air in the room is thick with tension. I ride it out with her. Give her more. Hang the hell on, and keep my mouth firmly around her throbbing clit.

“Don’t you stop! Don’t… oh, my fucking God!” Calla screams when she explodes all over my tongue. The sweet taste of pure fucking sugar rushes over my taste buds. Pure fucking Cain sugar is more like it. I have never tasted anything so goddamned good in my entire fucking life.

God help me when I remove my mouth from her and lower her body back into the water. Her face is flushed red, body trembling. I’m far from finished with her.

Pushing myself up off of my knees, I feel the water dripping from my soaked jeans and shirt.

“Don’t you fucking move, Calla.”

Her chest bobs up and down. I need to keep her in this euphoric state. Her mind is too sensitive; it needs to stay focused on us. Unbuttoning my jeans and ripping off my shirt, I climb out, switch off the overhead lights, and push the button to illuminate the tub surround. I stand mute when I see how radiant she looks with her damp hair clinging to her face.

Not a second longer. I need to be with her. Fuck her like crazy. Give her everything I have.

I chuck my soaked pants, freeing my raging cock. It’s dark enough in here that she won’t see the tattoo inked on my dick. She’ll think I’ve lost my goddamned mind.

“Cain.”

Her voice is whisper soft as I step back into the now tepid water.

“Cain. We have to talk.”

“No, we don’t. We can talk when we’re done. What you and I are going to do right now is fuck.”

“You... what we just did...”

I silence her with my hand over her mouth.

“Don’t you dare. I said we will talk. Don’t you deny this to either one of us. If you didn’t want me to fuck you, you wouldn’t have just come all over my tongue, baby.”

I may sound crude, but I don’t care; I know she wants me as much as I want her. I’m done talking. I want her fucking mouth.

I grab her for a passionate kiss, swinging my leg around her naked torso and straddling her waist. Water sloshes between us. I’m careful not to put all of my weight on her, but Jesus, I want to see how far I can push her. See how much of my domination she can take. Explore her boundaries.

I’m primal in kissing her, urgency mixing with sexual desperation. When her tongue glides across mine, I completely lose it. She tastes like passion.

My hands go into her wet hair, tugging enough so she arches her long neck and I can escape into the territory of her body I have missed. Her sweet spot. The one that makes her cry out my name like she is doing now.

“Cain. Oh, my.”

She sucks in a breath. My mouth glides down the side of her neck. I need those perfect breasts in my mouth.

Her nipples are already hard and protruding. I begin my exploration by lifting one in my hand, my wet mouth licking around them then moving underneath where I kiss and lick and nip. She is enjoying this just as much as I am. Her sighs and moans as she grinds herself against me are all I need to know.

She squirms when I exhale on her nipple so she feels the warmth of my breath. Her body is totally under my control. I can’t get nearly enough. I switch my mouth to her other breast while leaving my hand stretched wide, busily playing with the one I just left. They’re too damn beautiful for either one of them to be ignored.

“Do you like that?” I ask gruffly after I suck her nipple in deep.

“God, yes!” she moans.

“Tell me what else you like.”

“Anything. You could do anything to me right now, and I would love it.”

She places her palms down flat on my shoulders. Her pussy grinds into my stomach and my cock aches. Goddamn, he is going to feel so fucking happy when I finally sink inside her.

“How about this?”

My finger roams down her ribcage, along her backside, and down the crack of her plump, tight ass. Her body goes rigid for a beat. She quivers when I circle her puckered hole.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Every part of this body has always belonged to me, Calla. And I’m staking my claim right here and now.”

With one last lick of her breast I am at her mouth again, kissing long, hard, and deep while I push my finger gently inside her ass. She clenches with resistance at first, then slowly begins to relax. I stop when I get to my knuckle.

Our kissing becomes more erratic. She nips at my bottom lip. My finger glides out and back in. She whimpers and clenches down again. I grin against her mouth.

“You like that, huh, baby? I got you. You want more, then tell me.”

“Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Her desperation rings loud and clear. My sweet, innocent wife has turned into a fucking naughty sex goddess. My finger goes in deep.

“Like this?” I tease.

Her hips lift up completely. That’s it. I pump my finger in and out of her ass. Calla watches me with glazed over eyes. She wants it rough and dirty, making me wonder exactly what the hell she has done with the two other men she has been with.

I cast those thoughts aside just as quickly as they enter my head, tucking them away for a talk we will definitely be having later. I continue to finger fuck her senseless until I feel her grab hold of my wrist, nails slicing into my skin as she comes once again.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby, but the first time is not going to be in this tub, so come here.”

I extract my finger from her. I sit on the edge of the tub with my feet planted firmly onto the bottom of it. With a lift of her ass, I haul her on top of me.

Her brows quirk up.

“What, beautiful?”

“If I’m on top, I’d say I’m the one doing the fucking, wouldn’t you?”

She definitely has me there.

Our roles are reversed. Her knees spread wide, giving me a prime view of her pussy. Her hand grips my cock, stroking him up and down and then lightly grazing the tip with one of her fingers. I go up in flames.

Fuck me, my wife is stroking my dick. If I wasn’t such a hard-ass son of a bitch I could cry right now, I swear to Christ. That is how good she feels. How desperate I am for her.

When she lines her eager pussy up to my dick, sinking down slowly and taking in every inch, I do cry out in a deep groan.

“You ready to be fucked, Cain?”

She shoves me back and I ease my way onto the tile floor. I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. All I want to do is watch her glide up and down. No words. Nothing, except to feel. Feel the way her pussy wraps around me like warm silk, slinking down my dick. Feel the way she grips me tight when she lifts back up.

My eyes are glued to our connection. My dick is coated with her creamy juices, the sound of her slick heat becoming louder and juicier with every bouncing thrust.

I wanted to dominate her, and now here I am letting her fuck my goddamned brains all over this bathroom floor.

She begins to grind in quick, controlled motions, her wetness smearing on me. And then she ups the ante. My eyes roll in the back of my head when she takes her legs, stretching them straight out to the sides of my head by my shoulders. Her fingers dig deep into my shins, using them for leverage. Her hips start moving in a circular motion and she rides my cock hard and fast like a damned joystick.

“Fucking Christ! That’s it, baby. Ride it. Fuck it. Take every inch I have and get yourself off.”

I thrust my hips up to meet her, taking her to the depths of carnal bliss. I want everything from her.

All that matters to me right now is to come inside of her. No way in hell am I coming before her. My balls are so fucking tight right now. I clench my abs, hold it in, and watch my woman ride me. Her breasts bounce in every direction, and my hands itch to reach up and mold my fingers around them.

I’m stuck. Transported back in time when it was just me and her, the way it should have been all along. The way it will be again.

“Cain! I’m going to come!” she bellows.

“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart! Come.”

With her eyes on fire, smoky and staring right into mine, and her hair going wild in every which way, my wife’s body tenses up, her inner thighs spasming against my ribs. She moans in the sexiest way.

“Holy shit!”

She grinds down one last time, and fuck it, I’m done. I grip her hips tightly and pound up into her two, three, four times and fill her so full she will be leaking and smelling like me for a week.

For the longest time we stare at each other. I’m filled with the burning desire to slam back into her, to start making up for the six years we lost. Calla, on the other hand...

I shoot straight up, getting nose to nose and face to face with her, my eyes pleading for her to tell me what’s wrong. Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out.

“What the hell, babe?”

I disconnect us and flip her gently onto her back. Tears are pooling out of her eyes. She’s sobbing.

“What have we done? I… I can’t believe I just did that.”

I’m confused.

“Come again?” I ask harshly.

“We just had sex.”

Regret fills her tear-stained eyes. I instantly become pissed off. I jackknife myself up off of her.

“You have got to be fucking shitting me! Do you want me to say what you can’t? What your face is telling me? You regret what just happened.”

Does she mean it? She’d better not.

“No. I don’t regret it. I’m just..,” she stops.

“You’re just what?”

“We… we had unprotected sex. I’ve never had unprotected sex with anyone but you. And I’m not on any form of birth control. I quit taking the pill, shortly after..,” she shrugs. “Well, you know. So I’ve never needed to go back on them.”

I’m relieved. It isn’t regret she’s feeling. I’m glad she’s always been safe. That no one has come inside of her but me. No one else should have been there in the first place. That shit’s on me. Never again will she be touched by anyone else.

“I’ve never gone without one, either, since you. So there’s only one solution to this tiny little problem. Tomorrow first thing, I’m calling a doctor, because there is no way I’m using one again. Not when I just had my first taste of you again. No damned way.”

I look down at her red-rimmed eyes. Her face has that freshly-fucked look. In spite of her being an absolute mess, she’s beautiful.

“Well about that, too,” she says. Then sniffles.

“About what?”

“Don’t you think we got a little carried away? We don’t even know each other anymore. And aren’t you forgetting someone?”

She sits up, pulling herself into a standing position.

“Forgetting who?”

“Uh, Emerald. Your girlfriend, whore, slut, or whatever she is to you.”

“Emerald? She isn’t jack shit to me. Never was.”

“I beg to differ. She hates me as much as I hate her. And you’ve been with her for years. There is no way in hell she’s just going to walk away from you.”

“You beg to differ? Am I on trial now? Because that sounds like a bunch of lawyer bullshit to me. When I tell you she means nothing to me, I mean it. I haven’t been with her or anyone else for well over a month, and she’s damn stupid if she thinks I would choose her over you. The only woman who has ever meant anything to me is standing right in front of me, and if she doesn’t shut her mouth and get the fuck over here and kiss me, I’m going to stick my cock in her mouth and shut her up myself.”

She sighs, then rolls those pretty little eyes and waltzes right out without kissing me. Fucking pain in my ass already.

This talk is not over by a long shot.