The Wrath of Cain (The Syndicate, #1)(26)

“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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck up and kiss me.”

A loud moan rises from deep inside of me, escaping without warning. My * 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 f*cking knew you would be bare down here. This pink * 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 *. 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 f*cking years to do this. To have you in my arms. To have this * 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 *. 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 f*cking 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 * 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 f*ck 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 * 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 f*cking 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 * I can find. Even the tight hole of her behind gets the tip of my tongue.