Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel #3)(16)

Something occurred to her, actually it had occurred to her about thirty seconds after she found Greg balls deep in the waitress, but she'd been a little too pissed at the moment to ask and she knew Caine would just pretend that he hadn't heard her or knew she existed if she'd approached him that night, but maybe under the current circumstances he might answer her.

"That night when I walked into the alley and caught Greg with the waitress," she began as she ran her eyes over the collection of toiletries placed in a cheap plastic basket, "you knew what I was going to walk in on, didn't you?" she said, remembering the unnerving way that Caine had watched her from his spot at the back of the diner as she made her way towards the back hallway.

"Yes," he said with absolutely no hesitation, surprising the hell out of her. She really hadn't expected him to answer her.

She looked up to find him still sitting in the same spot, but he had his head tilted back and his eyes closed, appearing as though he were trying to rest, but she prayed he was figuring out a way to get them the hell out of here.

"Did you know he was screwing around on me?" she asked, part of her hoping the answer was no. She didn't like to think that Caine stopped caring about her completely. Some part of her hoped that he still cared enough to try and protect her when he could.

"Yes, I knew he'd been f**king anything that moved from the beginning," he said in a bored tone.

"Then why didn't you-"

He cut her off. "Because I didn't care, Danni. It had nothing to do with me. Besides I warned you years ago to stay the hell away from him and you decided to ignore my advice."

"So I got what I deserved?" she snapped, immediately regretting letting him know that his indifference to her actually hurt.

"Pretty much." He shrugged not even bothering to look at her.

"Wow, you're an ass**le," she said, laughing softly without humor.

"Never said I wasn't."

She turned her back on him, afraid she'd do something stupid like cry or scream and demand that he tell her what she did to make him hate her so much. Instead she turned her attention to the shower. With jerky movements she turned the shower on, making it as hot as it would go. She stripped off her shirt, hoping to ease the ache in her muscles and calm herself down before she did or said something stupid that she couldn't take back.

Her eyes shot down to the bracelet around her ankle. Was it waterproof? she idly wondered. Not that it really mattered, she decided with a shrug.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Caine suddenly demanded.

"What does it look like?" she said, not caring that he could see her. Right now she had bigger problems than worry about her modesty, at least not while the cameras were still working.

She'd have to see if she could do something about that. It would cost her, but even five minutes with the cameras down might just be enough for them to figure a way the hell out of here before it was too late.

Chapter 6

"Stop being such a big baby. It's not like you haven't seen me na**d before," Danni pointed out.

"When you were a small child, Danni," Caine bit out, keeping his eyes averted. He focused on the small mattress, the thick corded wire that trailed across the room after her, his chain, his feet, the ceiling, anything so he didn't have to look at Danni.

Any other woman and he would have openly stared at her until he grew bored, but this was Danni, the little girl who used to manipulate him into braiding her hair. He knew she'd grown into a beautiful desirable woman, but he couldn't seem to separate the little girl that she'd once been from the woman she became. Of course that's what landed his ass in this little problem, he thought with an inward groan.

"Any ideas?" she suddenly asked, almost drawing his attention back to her.

The warm steam helped to fill the small room with her enticing scent, thickening it to the point where he could think of nothing else. His hands clenched into tight fists as his c**k stirred against the soft material of his underwear. He inwardly screamed at his body to get the f**k back under control, but it wouldn't listen. His eyes burned as his fangs slid out, and it took everything he had not to go to that shower and take what he wanted.

"Shut the shower off," he ground out as he fought for control.

"What?" Danni asked, sounding distracted.

"Shut. The. Shower. Off," he bit out tightly.

"Not done."

In less than a second he was in front of her, not caring that he was getting wet or that Danni was na**d and glaring up at him. He moved forward, giving her no other choice but to back up the short distance against the wall. He placed his hands against the tile on either side of her head and leaned in.

"When I tell you to do something," he said, doing his best to ignore her mouth watering scent, "you do it. Do you understand me?"

Instead of agreeing, sobbing or begging for his mercy like any other sane female would do, Danni got into his face. She moved into him until her hard ni**les brushed against his chest and he had to stop himself from hissing in pleasure.

It was her damn scent that was responsible for the way he was reacting to her. Without it, he'd be able to keep his head around her. She was just another human, someone who shouldn't matter, but did and that was only because he still had a soft spot for the little girl that she once was. That would have to change and soon.