Cain's Darkness (8 page)

“I should leave you to your life, but I crave you so fucking bad. Never have I wanted something as much as I want you.” He emphasized his point by pressing his erection against her. A mewl escaped her mouth. “I admit I’m a selfish bastard because, even though I know this is wrong on so many levels, I can’t stop. I won’t.”

“I don’t care about all of that other stuff, not when I’m with you.” She turned her face toward his, and he claimed her mouth. He moved his tongue between her lips at the same time he reached between them and grabbed his cock. The head of his dick pressed into her opening, and she lifted her hips.

“Please—”

He cut off her words by slowly sinking into her. Cain wanted to slam into her tight, wet and hot body, but he needed to take her easy for this first time. She threw her head back, groaning out her pleasure, and he fucking loved it, loved that he put that look of ecstasy on her face. For several long, torturous moments all he did was push into her and pull out slow and easy. His cock was covered in her cream, and the wetness slid down his length, coating his shaft so he had easy, fluid motions.

“More, Cain,” she said in an almost frantic voice, her look one of wide eyes and parted lips.

And something snapped inside of him. He pushed up on his arms and stared down the length of her body, staring right at where his cock was buried in her pussy. He was like a wild man, thrusting, pumping, and bringing both of them over the edge. He knew she was close by her breathing, her moans, and the way she grabbed his biceps as if they were a lifesaver. Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.

“So wet and tight.” He growled and picked up speed. She dug her nails in and cried out as she went over the edge. His balls slapped her ass, and soon he was falling over the edge as well, roaring out as he pumped her full of his cum, and made her his irrevocably. He slammed a hand on the wall above her head, squeezed his eyes shut, and felt the last tremor of pleasure leave him. He pulled out of her slowly, his gaze on where his cock slid out of her sweet body. His cum followed, slipping down her slit, and coating the sheets beneath her. It was hot as fuck, and if he hadn’t just come so damn hard he would have gone a second round with her. But right now he just wanted to hold her, and revel in the fact he had finally given up and let his motions for this woman claim
him
.

“Violet?” he said her name softly.

“Yes?” she said just as soft, her voice thick with sleep and satiety.

“I want to take you out, like on a real date.”

“A date?” There was joy and surprise in her voice.

“Yeah, as crazy as that sounds, but I want you by my side and to show you off to everyone.” He kissed the top of her head. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and I want you to experience something normal.” He knew what a fucked life she’d had, but also he was a selfish bastard and wanted to make everyone know that he had this gorgeous woman as his.

“I’d love to.” She reached up and wrapped her hand around his forearm. “I love you, and anything we do, even if it isn’t conventional, is normal for me. As long as you’re by my side it’s perfect, Cain. I love you so much.”

He exhaled, feeling the same way. “I love you, too, baby, so fucking much.”

Chapter Eleven

Violet stared at Fallina, who sat across from her at her dining room table. “I know this is probably a shock, and we hadn’t planned on this, obviously, at least I didn’t.” She’d just told Fallina about what kind of relationship she had with Cain, and her friend looked like she was either not listening, or in shock.

“I need a beer,” Fallina said, and didn’t wait for Violet to get it for her. She stood and went over to the fridge, and grabbed two bottles of beer out. When she had them on the table and sat back down, she still had yet to say anything in response to what Violet said about Cain and her. Violet’s heart was beating a mile a minute, her palms were sweating, and she felt like she might pass out.

“Please, say something. Anything, Fallina.” Violet stared at her best friend, and saw the way Fallina guzzled the beer in one gulp. She set the bottle down a little too gently.

“He’s so much older than you.”

She nodded. “I know, Fallina, but that doesn’t matter to either of us.”

“And you’ve loved him since after the attack?”

Violet nodded again, and looked down at her beer. She started picking the label off. “I wanted to tell you before now, but your dad never showed any interest. In fact,” she looked up at Fallina, “he pushed me away, didn’t want any contact with me, and we didn’t have any for years. But then he came to my place weeks after he got out of prison, and one thing led to another.” She shrugged, not sure how else to say it, or lessen the blow. “I didn’t mean to do anything behind your back—”

“Are you happy, Violet?” Fallina asked in a soft voice.

“I am, so much that I feel like this is all a dream sometimes.”

Fallina smiled, looked at her hands that were wrapped around the bottle, and exhaled. “Then I am happy for you. I love my dad more than anything, but you and I both know he is dangerous, as is the club he’s affiliated with.” Fallina stared at her. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with everything, and that he treats you good, like how you should be treated.” Fallina was silent for a moment. “I know my father is a good man. He’s just very hardened, a little coarse. You know that as well as I do from growing up. I just want to make sure you know the lifestyle you’re getting into.”

Violet smiled, not able to contain the love she had for this woman. “Your dad is dangerous, yeah, but not to us, and you know that. He’s good to me, sweet and kind.”

Fallina nodded, and her smile grew. “I know, but you and I know how intense my dad can be.” That had them both laughing.

“Yeah, he really is, but I think I love him even more for it.”

They were silent for a few more moments, the air thick, but not uncomfortable. Fallina stood after Violet spoke, and moved toward her. Violet stood as well, and before she knew what was happening Fallina had her in a big hug.

“You keep him in line.” Fallina started chuckling. “He’s a stubborn man, but I know you’re up for the job, and can handle it.”

Violet pulled back, wiped the stray tear away that fell from her eye and down her cheek, and wiped the tear off of Fallina’s cheek, too. Her friend cried, and Violet knew that not only was she crying tears of happiness, but her best friend was as well.

“I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve it.”

“And so do you, Fallina.”

They both laughed again, hugged once more, and Violet knew that things were looking up, and she hoped they stayed that way. She hoped that the good far outweighed the bad in her life, and that she could finally start putting one foot in front of the other and meaning it.

****

Violet stared at her reflection in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She decided to wear a lace tunic and leggings, because she knew that where Cain was taking her for dinner wasn’t anything fancy. It was her choice, but she also knew that Cain wasn’t the type of man to wine and dine a woman, dress up in slacks and a button down, and she was okay with that. In fact, she liked that. Violet didn’t want a man that was snazzy, but the type of man that Cain was: hardcore to the bone, and didn’t give two shits what anyone thought about it. She looked at her body, at the thickness, the curves she had, and that way her body was plump and not stick thin. She didn’t think about the disgusting way she had been touched all those years ago, and she knew it was because being with Cain gave her that stability and comfort. She didn’t need a man in her life to give her stability, but she also couldn’t lie and say the connection she had with Cain hadn’t helped her. It was the truth. It was because it was him, a man she’d known for years, trusted with her life, and saw as someone special to her, that she knew she’d never be hurt while with him.

Her long hair was in a low ponytail, and she ran her fingers over the end of the strands that reached her hip. Tonight they were going to a steakhouse in Chatham View, just the two of them, going on a first date, and she was nervous and excited. But in the time she had been with Cain, like really been with him and not had to hide how she felt, things had progressed pleasantly and smoothly. When she’d told Fallina, she’d feared what her friend would say and how she’d react. But Fallina was the type of person that knew if someone was happy, no matter how that came about, she supported them. She was a kind and gentle soul, and even though she’d been through hell with Carl and the attack, she didn’t let anyone or anything hold her back.

Violet finished getting ready just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Her heart thundered, and although she’d known Cain for so long, and had been sexually involved with him already, she was so nervous. It felt like she was going on a date with a man she didn’t know, a man that could be anyone. But she knew Cain, was aware of the type of man he was, and she loved him more because of it.

Violet went downstairs, opened the door, and stared at Cain. He wasn’t wearing a suit or tie, but she hadn’t expected him to. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe. He wore black, scuffed boots, loose fitting denim jeans, and a white t-shirt. Of course he wore his Brothers of Menace leather cut, and damn did he look good in it. His dark hair had gotten a trim, but it was still longer and brushed his ears. It was slightly messy, with slight greying in the sides, but with his older, hardened look, it matched him perfectly. He removed his sunglasses, and the gleaming metal of his Harley behind him caught the light. She lifted a brow, but smiled.

“Glad you wore pants,” he said and smiled. He pulled her in for a hug before she knew he was even moving, and the sound of him inhaling close to her hair filled her head. “You smell so fucking good,” he said right by her ear. “Your hair always smells like strawberries.” He pulled her closer to his body, and she felt the outline of his muscles press against her softness. “I fucking love strawberries, with whipped cream, maybe some chocolate, and you covered in all of that.”

“Let’s forget dinner, just stay inside and order Chinese, and roll around in the bed naked.” She smiled even though he couldn’t see her.

“Don’t tempt me, baby, because right now that idea sounds pretty damn good.” He pulled back, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her hard. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, fucked her with his tongue slow and steady, but then he grew more possessive, more frantic.

Her back met the wall in her foyer, and she moaned into his mouth. Their tongues slid along each other, and she knew if she didn’t stop this now she would beg him to take her to her room and fuck her. She knew they had a date planed, but all she could think about was being with Cain naked, sweaty, and moaning out his name. Slipping her hands between their bodies, she started tugging on his belt, but faster than she anticipated he stopped her from going any further. He pulled away, his warm, minty breath coasting over her lips.

“Don’t stop, Cain.” Even she could hear how needy she sounded. He looked down at her, his gaze on her lips and his erection pressed against her belly.

“If we don’t stop I’m liable to take you right here and forget about our date.” He stared at her, leaned down and kissed her softly. “And I don’t want to do that, baby.” He said the words, yet she could hear the heat and arousal laced with them.

She slid her hands up his tattooed arms, and stopping at his biceps, she gave him a light squeeze. “I want this, want you.” She moved an inch closer until her breasts were pressed against his hard chest. Violet noticed the way his breathing changed to a faster, labored pace. “I want your big cock inside of me. I want you to make everything else go away except you and me.”

He closed his eyes and groaned, but didn’t respond verbally. Then he cupped her face and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe.
“I want you, Violet.” He murmured against her lips, “But let me wine and dine you, sweetheart.” He pulled back but kept his eyes locked on hers. “You have no fucking clue how much I want this right now.” To solidify his words he gripped her wrist in his hand and moved it between their bodies so her palm was flat on his cock. He was hard, and it was all for her. Feeling for his zipper with her fingers, she slowly pulled it down.

Slipping her hand through the fly and through his boxer briefs, she felt her eyes widen as she looked into his face. He was big in her palm, hot and hard. She whispered, “I know, Cain.” She ran her thumb over the piercing. “I want you so much, too.” But she didn’t let go of the little piece of metal that adorned the tip of his dick. When she wrapped her fingers around him, she was pleasantly surprised the tips didn’t touch. His chest rose and fell fast and hard, and he lifted his arm and placed his hand on the wall beside her head. The wetness that coated her panties caused the material to press against her pussy, rubbing along her folds and teasing her clit.

Violet licked her lips and pulled his shaft out from the confines of the material. He closed his eyes when she started stroking him from root to tip, and a tingling sensation slammed into her pussy. “Kiss me, Cain—”

He didn’t let her finish the sentence before his mouth was on hers and his tongue slipped past her lips. His cock felt like it swelled in her grasp. He groaned and jerked his hips forward, and that tingling intensified and speared up to her nipples. He didn’t stop kissing her as he started a slow, steady thrust of his hips. He fucked himself in her hand while he devoured her mouth.

“You’re making this hard to stop, baby.” He moved the hand that wasn’t beside her head lower until he had one aching and full breast in his big palm. It felt so unbelievably good as he moved his fingers over her nipple, not doing anything more than torturously teasing the stiff peak.

“Oh, God.” It was like she could barely get the words out. Yes, this was what pleasure felt like, what it meant to be consumed by it.

****

Touching her was torture, pure, agonizing torture. The way she responded to him had his cock harder than fuck, and he knew that being with her was exactly where he needed to be. Dirty things slammed into his head, images of her beneath him, her smooth, soft skin bared to him, and he grew harder by the second. He wasn’t going to sleep with her right now, not because he didn’t want to, but because he wanted to try to do right by her. He wanted to treat her like the cherished woman she was to him. But just because Cain wasn’t going to sleep with her right now and make her scream out in pleasure, didn’t mean he couldn’t touch her, worship her, and make her feel good. He ran his palm over her cotton-covered nipple, nearly groaning when the little bead tightened further. He took her mouth, worrying that he might be too rough, too demanding, but unable to help himself. She drove him crazy. There had never been another female that had him in knots.

“Cain.” She moaned his name, and her head fell back against the wall. He immediately latched his mouth onto her throat. She tasted sweet, and the flavor bathed his tongue in everything that was Violet. His shaft throbbed behind his pants, demanding to be free. He needed to remind himself that going slow was what he needed to do, was what she needed as well, despite the fact she begged him for more.

“God, baby,” he said. Pushing her would be disastrous, and besides, they had all the time in the world. He had no plans on going anywhere, not when it was clear she was just as into this as he was. “That’s it, baby.” He pressed his erection further into her hand, and they both moaned. He started a slow thrust against her, and loved that her breathing changed in response. “God, baby girl. The things you’re doing to me, making me feel.” If they kept this up he would come in her hand in just a few, short strokes.

Her mouth was by his ear, and she whispered, “It feels so good, Cain. God, it feels so good. I’m so
wet
.” Violet emphasized the last word. He squeezed her breasts, the mounds soft and giving.

“Yeah, baby.” He moved his hips into her a little harder, and she gripped his bicep. He could see himself sliding his hand up her inner thigh and touching those innocent little panties he knew she wore. He bet they were wet, soaked just for him. If he didn’t control himself he’d push her to the point she’d run from him. “We have to stop.”

“We don’t have to,” she said with amusement in her voice.

He chuckled. “You know what, Violet?” He stared at her face, saw the blush steal over her cheeks, and smiled.

“Yeah?”

“I want everyone to know you’re mine, and that’s another reason I want to stop. Why I have to. And
you are
mine, baby, okay?”

“Yes, Cain, I’m yours.”

He kissed her again, and rested his hand right over her heart. “I love you.” And God, did he fucking love her, so much that it hurt.