Adelina

I woke up the next morning in Cane’s bed.

The sun filtered through the open windows and streaked across the bed. It was early in the morning, but the summer heat was already warming the bedroom. My eyes barely opened before Cane stirred.

He lay on his back with my arm draped over his stomach. His arm rested on top of mine, like we were a couple that slept in each other’s arms every single night. He pulled his hand away and moved it through his short hair, his sleepy eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the morning light.

I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten tangled up like this.

Cane propped himself up on one arm and looked down at me, giving his eyes a moment to adjust and take in my features. His facial hair was thicker than it was last night, and he had a few marks along his chest from where I’d punctured him with my nails. He had a little chest hair right between the pecs and a gunshot wound on his left arm. I wasn’t sure if it was a gunshot wound…but I assumed that’s what it was.

He was a beautiful man. That was the first thing that popped into my head when I looked at him. He had rough eyes that were intimidating, but that somehow added to his overall charm. He was a threat, but not necessarily to everyone. He wasn’t chivalrous, but he certainly did his best to make me feel comfortable.

I looked up at him and realized I was still naked from the night before. I hadn’t put on my clothes again once we were finished. I just closed my eyes and fell asleep. In fact, I had a dreamless night. The last time that happened I was a free woman.

He studied me for another moment before his hand slipped into my hair, and he leaned down and kissed me. It was a soft kiss, a greeting to a new day. His lips brushed against mine like he was adoring them just the way a lover would.

My arms automatically locked around his neck in response, and I kissed him back, enjoying those kisses even though I wished I didn’t. The hair around his mouth brushed against my skin, giving me a light scratch that I enjoyed. He was just like the others, viewing me as a slave he wanted to screw then forget about. But my attraction caused my body to do things it shouldn’t want to do. And I couldn’t help but feel safe with this man. He hadn’t put a single chain on me since I walked into his life. I was greeted with a kiss instead of a punch. And he still gave me power over my own destiny.

He wasn’t good. But he wasn’t evil either.

His kisses migrated south down the valley between my breasts. He inched farther and farther, heading for the apex of my thighs. His coarse hair rubbed against my skin, and I was eager to feel that same friction between my thighs. No man had ever kissed me down there like that, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

He gently blew on my folds before he ran his tongue over my clit. He circled it before he sucked it into his mouth, giving me the right kind of pressure without taking it too far.

My hands gripped the sheets, and I forced myself to stay quiet. I didn’t want Cane to understand how much I enjoyed our rendezvous. It made me go against everything I believed in, that I should be a free woman and not in the ownership of whichever man was the richest. I should be repulsed by this—broken by this.

His hands moved to my tits, and he gripped them aggressively as he continued to swirl his tongue around my clit. His eyes moved to mine, and the abundant confidence made him sexier than he already was. He knew how to please a woman, and he didn’t hide his enormous ego. He wasn’t going to stop until I writhed on the bed and came with a howl.

I gripped the sheets tighter then ran my hands through my hair. My back arched on its own as I tried to fight the explosion about to hit me right in my core. But it was getting more difficult by the second. I was on the threshold, and the more I fought it, the more I made it build up.

My fingers locked around his strong wrists, feeling the corded veins and the chiseled muscle of his forearms. I could feel each individual muscle move as he massaged my tits in his hands. When he sucked on my clit harder, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I howled like an animal, my screams echoing in his large bedroom. One of the windows was open, but thankfully, there were no nearby neighbors who could hear my screams.

We hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but we greeted one another just the way lovers did. I started off my morning in a warm bed with my arm wrapped around my captor, and it ended with an orgasm that made my legs shake.

Cane moved back up my torso and held his powerful body on top of mine. I could see the sheen from the arousal that was just between my legs. He rubbed his nose against mine before he kissed me, making me taste my own arousal on his lips. He kept his eyes open as he looked deep inside me. “I’m losing my patience, Bellissima. And I’m not a very patient man to begin with.” He pulled away with narrowed eyes, silently telling me not to call his bluff. He got out of bed with a hard dick but no intention of making it soft again.

I knew I was taking too long to give him what he wanted. It was nice of him to give me time at all. But instead of thinking about that, I fixated on one thing. “What does Bellissima mean?” I didn’t know a single word of Italian.

He pulled a t-shirt over his head then ran his hand through his hair. “There’re keys and cash in the kitchen drawer downstairs. Go to the store and pick up dinner. You’re my woman, and I expect you to cook for me.”

Something like that would have offended me in my former life, the assumption that because I was a woman I belonged in the kitchen. But I had bigger fish to fry. “You’re gonna let me leave?”

“You’ll come back,” he said confidently. “And pick up whatever you want for yourself.”

* * *

After I picked up groceries and placed them in the truck, I sat in the car and broke down into tears. It was so sudden that I didn’t see it coming. I never thought I would drive a car again. I never thought I would do something so normal as go to the grocery store. It felt like I had a life again—even if it wasn’t real.

I returned home and worked in the kitchen, still feeling the tightness in my chest. I was cooking dinner for a man I didn’t know, but I actually felt a glimmer of hope. After being beaten on a daily basis and being fucked by three men at once, this was a vacation. I was in a beautiful house I could roam whenever I wanted. I had rights as a woman—as a human being. I felt grateful toward the man who did business with Tristan even though he really hadn’t done anything to help me.

He just wasn’t as bad as Tristan.

I’d never been so confused in my life.

I considered myself to be a strong person. When someone pushed me down, I got back up. I always put a fight, even if my opponent was three times as strong. The mind was the strongest muscle in the body, and I never let anyone take my logic and reasoning away. These men could do whatever they wanted to my body, but they could never take my mind.

But now I was being tested.

I didn’t know how to cook that well, and I had no idea what kind of culinary masterpieces Cane was used to. So I made lasagna and a salad. Since he was Italian, I hoped that would be enough for him.

He walked in the door just when dinner was ready. He wore a black t-shirt that fit his muscularity well, along with his rugged handsomeness, and it was hard to deny that he was one of the sexiest men I’d ever laid eyes on. If we’d met in a different life, I probably would have already slept with him by now. He had the kind of looks I used to dream about when I was a little girl, like Prince Charming but with a darker hue.

So absorbed in his masculine beauty, I had forgotten to say anything. “Dinner is ready. You want to eat now?”

He tossed his keys on the small table then came around the counter. The kitchen was enormous, enough for ten cooks at once. Most people would kill for this kind of luxury, but it didn’t seem important to him.

The closer he came to me, the more my breathing changed. My hair stood on end, and the lights from the ceiling suddenly felt brighter than they did a second ago.

He stopped when he was right beside me and moved his fingers under my chin. Gently, he forced my face to turn his way so he could greet me with a kiss. It was the new way he greeted me, not that I minded.

When his eyes settled on my face, the affection in them died away. He dropped his hand and stared me down like he saw something he didn’t like. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, thinking about my breakdown in the car. I turned back to the parsley on the cutting board and grabbed the knife again.

“I’m talking to you.” He snatched the knife out of my hand and slid it across the counter where I couldn’t grab it again. “Now look at me.”

I hesitated at the authority in his voice. I was used to the gentler side of him. It was ignorant to think he wasn’t ruthless like all the others. If Tristan respected him, he had to be a barbarian too.

When he didn’t get his way, he snatched me by the neck and forced me to look him in the eye. His grip was hard like steel, and he yanked on me as if I were a stuffed animal. It was the cruelest he’d ever been. He stepped closer to me, his gaze burning into my face. “You were crying. Why?”

“I wasn’t crying—”

“Don’t lie to me. I don’t lie to you, so give me the same respect.”

His fingers were still tight against the vein in my neck. I could feel it throb against his fingertips. “You wouldn’t understand.”

He finally released my neck now that he had my full attention. His hand slid down my back until it rested against the steep curve just above my ass. “You’d be surprised. Now talk to me. You know, I can be your friend if you give me a chance.”

My friend? I was loaned out to him for a month. It was a weird foundation for a friendship. “When I went to the grocery store…I remembered what it was like to be free. The sun was warm on my face, I had keys in my hand… I had a life again. I never thought I would feel that again.”

Cane’s hard features slowly softened until he looked at me differently. It was the same expression he wore when he sat across the table from me at Tristan’s house. When Tristan punched me, he pitied me. When Tristan took my food away, he encouraged him to let me eat. That compassionate man had returned. “No one should ever have to feel that way… I’m sorry.”

I heard the sincerity in his voice because it was unmistakable. And he told me he wouldn’t lie to me again. “You think I should be free?”

His fingers slowly rubbed against the back of my shirt. His face turned until his mouth was directly next to my shoulder. He seemed to contemplate kissing me but changed his mind. “I’m not a big fan of the practice, I’ll say that much.”

“Then why did you take me?” If he was so averse to it, he could have denied Tristan’s offer. Maybe he took me just to spare me a month of extra torture. But that seemed too selfless for a man who had other things to worry about.

He stared at me with his dark eyes, his powerful shoulders stiff with his impending response. “I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. If I were a stronger man, I would have turned down the offer. But I’m not.” His hand wrapped around my waist, and he positioned me into his chest, my tits against his muscular torso. “I took you because I wanted to fuck you. Plain and simple. When it’s time to return you, I’ll drop you off without looking back. While I’m sorry this has happened to you, there’s nothing I can do to help you.”

“Nothing?” I whispered.

He shook his head. “I can’t buy you from him. You aren’t for sale. And I can’t help you escape because of your friend. There’s no solution.”

No, there wasn’t.

“If I were you, I’d forget about your friend. She’s either dead or has been sold to another man. In either situation, Tristan has no power over her.”

I flinched at the cold comment he just made. The fact that he was probably right just made me feel worse. A knot formed in my stomach.

“You should slit my throat in the middle of the night and run. That’s what I would do.”

I stared into his eyes and believed every word he said. “You’re encouraging me to murder you?”

“I’m encouraging you to fight, Bellissima. I know a woman who was in the same situation you’re in now. And she never gave up—not once.”

“Did she escape?”

He nodded. “She found her home.”

* * *

I knew how this night was going to end.

Cane was finally going to have me—because I was going to let him. I couldn’t drag out the inevitable much longer. Everything else we’d done together, I’d enjoyed. Maybe he could perform a miracle and make me enjoy sex too…even though I doubted it. I’d been fucked cruelly since the day Tristan bought me, and anytime I thought about having sex with a man, it made me shake. I knew Cane would be different, but that didn’t chase away the anxiety. I had post-traumatic stress disorder from the incidents. Anytime I even thought about it, I had a panic attack.

Cane stared at me most of the time over dinner. We sat at the large dining table in front of the window that faced the gardens in the backyard. It was too large for just two people. It was even too big for ten people. “It’s good.” He ate much slower than I expected him to. Tristan and his men devoured their food like starving wolves. I had to sit there and watch them feast on delicacies while they threw scraps on the floor and made me eat them like a dog. “Thank you for making it.”

He didn’t give me much of a choice. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I need a woman to cook for me. My brother has a butler. Now I understand why.”

“What did you do for meals before?”

He shrugged. “Since I was in the city, I just walked into town and picked something up.”

“Then why did you move out here?”

“An investment. Change of scenery. My brother has a place in the fields, and it’s nice.”

He’d mentioned his brother twice now. “Are you close with him?”

He shrugged. “I’d die for him, but we fight a lot.”

Interesting response. “Do you see him often?”

“We work together, so I see him more than I’d like to.”

I wondered if his brother knew I existed. “With the business you’re doing with Tristan?”

He nodded. “He also runs a winery in western Tuscany. That’s how he launders a lot of our money.”

“Oh…” I took another bite of my food. “Does he know about me?”

“Yeah…wasn’t happy about it.”

“Because he’s against trafficking?”

“He is, but that wasn’t why he was pissed. He’s angry Tristan won’t be paying us up front. He’ll get over it.”

I hoped there would be people out there appalled at my treatment, but no one seemed to care. “I see…” I took another bite even though I was full. All I could think about was what would happen once dinner was over. My heart rate wouldn’t slow down, and sweat formed on the back of my neck and my palms.

He took a bite of the bread, his eyes trained on me the entire time. Instead of drinking wine, he had a glass of scotch. I’d never seen him drink anything else besides that and water. “I want to know more about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“How old are you?”

I had a birthday not too long ago. I didn’t know exactly when it occurred because I was locked up in a bedroom with no grasp of time. “Twenty-three.”

“What were you doing when you were captured?”

I remembered that day vividly. “Lizzie and I just graduated college, and we planned a trip to Greece to celebrate. We were only there for a day when we got in the back of a taxi and sacks were pulled over our heads.” I thought about my family, who were probably still searching for me.

“What were you studying?”

“Liberal arts. I want to be a fourth-grade teacher.” I noticed the tense I used and realized my ambitions would never happen now. I would die at the hands of my captor. One day, he would hit me a little too hard and cave my skull in. My body would be dumped into the ocean, and no one would ever find me.

Cane drank his scotch and licked his lips. “Teaching a bunch of brats for shit pay doesn’t sound like fun to me.”

“They aren’t brats. And I don’t care about the pay.”

“Everyone cares about the pay.”

“Not true.” As long as I had a place to live and food on the table, I’d be happy. It didn’t take much to make a home besides love, friends, and family.

Cane didn’t press the argument. “You were a virgin until you turned twenty-three?”

That was a sore subject. “I don’t want to talk about it…” Cane may own me, but he couldn’t get me to talk if I didn’t want to.

He kept his fingers around his glass. “Why not?”

I nearly rolled my eyes. “I think that’s obvious.”

“Don’t people say it’s better to talk about things? Get them off our chests?”

“You aren’t my shrink.”

“I’m the best you’re going to get.” He uncapped the decanter and poured some scotch into my glass even though I never asked for any. “Come on, talk to me.”

“Why do you want to talk to me? You said you want to fuck me. So fuck me and that’s it.” I didn’t know why I was being so hostile when Cane was pleasant to me most of the time.

“And I intend to—sooner rather than later. But a nice conversation wouldn’t hurt.”

I pushed my food around with my fork.

“Still not gonna talk, huh?”

“Why don’t you tell me something really personal about yourself?” I demanded. “Maybe I’m loaned out to you for the month, but that certainly doesn’t mean you own me.”

“My life isn’t that interesting,” he said. “And the only reason why I ask is because you seemed pretty experienced. Best blow job I’ve ever gotten.”

My cheeks immediately blushed when I had no room for vanity.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re as innocent as you claim.”

“Well, I am. Or…I was.”

“You were waiting for the right guy? Or marriage or something?”

He would have something rude to say about my response, but he wasn’t going to drop this so I might as well say it. “I wasn’t looking for the right guy. I was looking for the perfect guy. The Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet and make me stupid in love.”

Cane’s expression didn’t change.

“I’ve always been a hopeless romantic…”

He drank his scotch again. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out the way you wanted.”

I was surprised he didn’t say something cold. His sympathy seemed genuine, and I appreciated his compassion. Tristan never showed an ounce of it. He kicked me in the face and still didn’t pity me.

“I know that sounds stupid, but that’s how I feel.”

“I don’t think it sounds stupid. My sister-in-law said the exact same thing to my brother. Falling in love is what most women want. But I don’t think many of them ever get it. It’s better to keep their expectations realistic. All men want is good sex. And when they find a woman that gives that to them…that’s when they stick around. Love really doesn’t have anything to do with it, even if they claim it does.”

That was a cold outlook on romance. “By that logic, you’re saying your brother doesn’t love his wife.”

He drank his scotch again. “He does. I just think it took him a long time to get to that point. At one instance, she left him. That’s when he realized he couldn’t live without her, so he finally gave her what she wanted.”

“Which was?”

“Love.” He finished the last few bites of his lasagna then wiped the corner of his mouth with the cloth napkin. “So you aren’t alone. That’s all I’m trying to say.”

“Well, I’m never gonna have that now, so I may as well forget about it…”

Cane’s eyes softened in sympathy, but he didn’t give any other outward reaction. “If the situations were reversed, you really think your friend would stick around for you?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If she saw an escape route, you think she would ignore it just to spare your life? Even though your life isn’t worth living anyway?”

As true as it was, it was harsh. “Yes.”

He shook his head. “When people are put in a difficult situation, they always take the easy route. You should try to get out while you can. She would do the same.”

“You don’t know her.”

“And if it were me, I’d tell my friend to run and leave me behind. No sense in both of us suffering.”

I knew I would tell her the same thing if I could. If she saw an opportunity, I’d want her to take it.

“And if you escaped, you could go to the authorities and turn Tristan in.”

“She’d be dead by then.”

He gave me a sad look. “Sweetheart, she’s dead now.”

My body turned ice-cold when the possibility hit me. Someone may have already snapped her neck or caved her skull in. I remained a prisoner for no reason, and my fate would be identical to hers. “I just can’t, alright? She’s been my best friend since fifth grade.”

He sighed with disappointment. “I tried…”

“Why are you convincing me to run? Don’t you want me to stay here?”

“Of course I do. I like coming home to a beautiful woman every day. But I have a heart…underneath this cold exterior. I’m just trying to give you some friendly advice. Take it or don’t. I don’t give a damn.” He set his empty glass down then cleared the plates. He took them to the sink and rinsed them off.

I sat there with my back turned to him, his words sinking into my skin. I listened to the water run and the dishes clank together. I should offer to do the dishes, but my legs didn’t feel like moving.

He turned off the water. “Go to my room in fifteen minutes.” He gave a firm command, leaving no room for argument. He’d given me a week to prepare for this moment, and he wasn’t going to give me another day.

I knew what would come next.

“And you better be naked.”

* * *

I stripped everything off, but I took my time when it came to my thong. Once that was gone, I would be truly bare. He’d seen me naked before, had done intimate things to my body, but this would be different.

It would change everything.

I walked to his bedroom, feeling my bare feet tap against the hardwood wood along the way. The muscles of my back were tight around my spine, making my entire body rigid with tension. Tristan forced me to do things against my will, things I despised. But as I walked farther into Cane’s room, I felt the heat form between my legs. It was delicate, but it was growing hotter with every step I took.

I wanted this.

But I also didn’t want this.

His door was cracked, and I could see the light from the fire glow against the walls and form shadows in the corners. I pressed my palm against the mahogany wood and gave it a gentle push. It swung inward without making a sound, the house solidly built with Italian craftsmanship and quality.

The blankets had been yanked to the bottom so only the sheets and pillows remained behind. He had a large hearth that faced his bed, and it was nearly as big as the one in his living room. With white paneling and original moldings, it looked like a fireplace for a king. A painting hung above it, a naked woman lying in a field of sunflowers. Instead of finding the image gratuitous, I actually liked it. With a lazy expression, she looked up into the light filtering through the oak tree just above her, butterflies flitting around her. It represented peace, a stage of existence I couldn’t recall anymore. I was jealous of this woman, of her peaceful acceptance of life and death.

Cane walked out of the bathroom in his black boxers. His cock pressed against the front, a noticeable bulge that was impossible not to command attention. He was definitely bigger than Tristan, bigger than all the others.

I doubted I could even take it.

A nearly empty glass of scotch was in his hand. I hardly ever saw him in the evenings without the amber liquid somewhere nearby. He never seemed affected by the amount of alcohol in his system. Maybe he was drunk all the time, and I’d never met the sober version of Cane.

He downed the contents that remained and left it on the dresser as he walked toward the bed. His eyes roamed over my body like he’d never seen me before. They focused on my tits, the attribute he seemed most interested in. His mouth was usually sealed around my nipple, and he gave it a playful bite. His eyes slowly moved down my figure, traveling down my stomach and to the other part of my body he was most obsessed with. “I’m not gonna wait anymore. You understand me?” He dropped his boxers, revealing his rock-hard cock and the vein that throbbed along his shaft. His hand circled the base of his cock, and he rubbed himself slightly as he looked at me.

I would much rather spend the night with Cane than return to the psychopath that got off to hitting me just as much as fucking me. “Yes.” I walked to the bed on my own, feeling my tits shake as I walked. His eyes were on me the entire time, practically burning me with just his stare. I felt the sheets with my fingertips and remembered how soft they were when I slept with him the night before. “How do you want me?” When he didn’t answer me right away, I looked up to meet his gaze.

He stared me down with a harder expression than before, a searing gaze that was hot enough to char meat. His hand released his thick cock and moved to his side, but his length stuck out like a sword about to stab someone.

My heart was pounding so hard it shook my chest. My lips suddenly felt dry, like I needed his kiss to make them soft once more. I was scared but oddly aroused at the same time. None of it made sense.

Cane never answered me and chose to walk around the bed until his chest was pressed to my back. He pressed his cock between my ass cheeks, his lubricated head leaking against my lower back. His hands moved to my shoulders, and he gave them a gentle squeeze before he pressed a kiss to my neck.

Tristan preferred to take me from behind when he didn’t care about watching me cry. He spanked my ass with his palm or a whip, leaving marks that still hadn’t gone away. They were taking forever to fade. Maybe they would never go away.

Cane placed kisses along my neck and down my spine. He pressed his large palm against my back and slowly guided me forward on the bed, allowing his mouth to move lower and lower until he kneeled at the bed. His mouth moved all the way down my cheeks, over my ass, and to my pussy.

He kissed me there with gentle caresses, stroking my clit with his tongue as well as his lips.

I closed my eyes and squeezed my lips together, forgetting all the fears I had for this moment. Now all I could do was feel, appreciate that experienced mouth against my throbbing clit.

His large hands moved up and down my thighs and gripped my ass cheeks. He’d been waiting a week to have me, and now that he could, he was still taking his time. He wanted to make me feel good, make me wet.

And it was working.

He rose to his feet again and rubbed his cock between my cheeks. His hands pressed against the mattress on either side of the bed, and I suspected he would fuck me just like that. He dipped his head and kissed my shoulder again, trailing kisses all the way up my neck. His cock throbbed against my cheeks, more of his arousal dripping into the crack.

He pulled his warm body away from mine then grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the bed.

I tilted my hips and pressed my ass into the air. My thighs separated, and I prepared for that enormous cock that was about to stretch me wider than any other man had before.

He moved behind me then pressed more kisses along my spine. “As beautiful as this angle is, it’ll have to wait for another time.” He rolled me onto my back then positioned me until my head rested back on the pillow.

He moved on top of me, his powerful body dominating mine while the fire crackled in the hearth. The light from the flames glowed behind him, reaching up to the ceiling. He positioned one of my legs over his shoulder then kissed the inside of my knee. His lips slowly moved up my thigh and to my soaked entrance.

My hands rested on the bed on either side of me, and they immediately tugged at the sheets. My nipples were hard as the tip of a knife. He moved his mouth to my other leg and kissed the sensitive skin until he reached the apex of my thighs.

I immediately closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I never felt this good with Tristan—not once.

Cane moved up my body and parted my thighs with his arms. His wrists locked behind my knees as he spread me wide apart. His strong physique moved over me, and he stopped his face just inches from mine.

His cock pressed against my wet folds, electrifying me the second we touched. “I would never hurt you.” He rocked his hips and rubbed his cock over my folds. “I would never lie to you. I want you to know that.”

My hands moved up his chest, feeling the solid slab of muscle I’d touched many times. His touch and words were gentle. Everything about this was different from my previous experiences. I felt like a person, not just a warm body.

He kissed me slowly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before he breathed into my lungs. His kiss was just as intoxicating as before, full of purposeful attention and sexy embraces. He kissed me like he loved me, even if I didn’t mean anything to him.

He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and slowly pushed. He moaned once he felt the pool of moisture between my lips.

Now that he was entering me, all I could think about was the brutal way Tristan shoved himself inside me. That man didn’t try to make me feel comfortable. He didn’t give my body any time to adjust to him. He pushed himself inside me violently and groaned when I bled all over the sheets. When I cried, he fucked me harder, calling me a stupid whore.

I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

My hands automatically pressed against his chest, stopping him from moving inside me any farther.

Cane broke our kiss and gave me a ruthless glare. “Do you trust me?”

“What…?” I had expected him to say anything else but that.

“You love kissing me. You love sucking me. And you’ll love this. Stop thinking about everything else and just think about me.”

My arms hooked around his neck because I wanted to cling to him. He was the only man who’d been civil to me, and now I relied on him as the only friend I had. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“No, it’s not. I’ll go easy on you. I’ll make you come—like I always do.”

“But—”

He sealed his mouth over mine and silenced my words with a kiss. His cock slowly moved farther inside me, every inch stretching me wide apart. It’d been a week since a man had entered me, and that was enough time to let my body heal. Now it was widening again, adjusting to the size of Cane’s impressive length.

My hands moved to his arms, and I gripped his biceps just to have something to grab on to.

“Jesus Christ…” He slowly slid the rest of the way, only a few inches of his length remaining outside my body. He stopped kissing me because all he could do was breathe into my mouth.

I did the same. It was the only time a man had felt good inside me. It didn’t hurt like it did all the other times, at least, not in a painful way. The discomfort was subtle, and the pleasure was in the foreground, taking all of my attention. My arousal leaked from my entrance and down my crack to the sheets below me. He hadn’t even begun to move inside me, but it already felt good.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He shoved himself the rest of the way, his cock hitting me deep inside.

Now he knew my objections were weak and my body really wanted this. I wished I didn’t want him as much as I did. It wasn’t normal, not after everything I’d been through. But my body still came to life when a beautiful man touched me the right way.

Cane held his face above mine and slowly began to rock into me, his length sliding through my fluids. He thrust his hips and hit me deep inside before he pulled out again, slowly enjoying my body.

My breathing quickened, and my heartbeat turned erratic. My nails dug farther into his skin, and I pulled him closer to me, wanting his chest to rub against my tits as he rocked with me. I was pinned underneath him with my legs stretched wide, but I would never be open enough to take that big package.

Cane closed his eyes for a moment, a deep moan escaping from the back of his throat. When he opened his eyes again, he wore a strong smolder. His gaze burned into mine, and the pleasure radiated in his look. He was enjoying every part of me, savoring every inch.

My hands moved to his shoulders, and I felt his muscles shift under the skin. My nails clawed at his back, and my hips slowly started to rock with him. Soon, I matched his pace, taking his length at the same speed he gave it to me.

The corner of his mouth rose into an arrogant smile, and he rocked a little harder. “Yes.”

He’d made me come before, but all those other embraces weren’t nearly as intimate as this. Now he was deep inside me, his length causing my pussy to contract with pleasure. My hands slid down his back until I reached his ass. I pulled him deeper into me, wanting more of his length at a quicker rate.

Cane leaned farther over me and deepened the angle, the head of his cock hitting a new sensual place. He got the headboard going, and the sweat formed on his back. “I’m gonna give you so much of my come.”

That shouldn’t arouse me, but it did. I wanted that heavy seed inside me, his seed. Every time Tristan fucked me, I felt dirty. Now I felt dirty, but in a good way. Shivers ran down my spine, and my body tightened in preparation for the upcoming explosion. I could feel it in the beginning stages, even when it was small. Slowly, it built up to a crescendo, releasing with a powerful wave that nearly took my breath away. “God…” I hated myself for enjoying this. I hated my body for betraying me. I hated Cane for bringing my body to life when I thought it was dead.

“Fuck.” Cane moved harder into me, his breaths coming out as grunts. He watched me come with the same heat on his face, and after a few pumps, he hit his threshold too. He shoved himself hard inside me, burying himself to the hilt, and then released. “Bellissima…” He locked eyes with me as he dumped everything deep inside me, filling me like a gas tank in a car. He topped me off until my pussy could no longer contain his length as well as his seed. It seeped out of me, dripping down my ass like the rest of my arousal. He dug one hand into my hair and gave me a hard kiss on the mouth, breathing roughly into me as the ecstasy swept over him.

When we were both finished, I felt him slowly soften inside me. I was tired and satisfied, and not the least bit disturbed by what happened between us. My feelings for him were inexplicable, but I couldn’t evaluate my mental state on my own.

He brushed his lips against mine before he pulled his semihard dick out of me. I could feel his seed slowly seep to my entrance, warm and heavy. “There’s plenty more where that came from, sweetheart.”