CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SOPHIA
Cain had left me with Ryan Simon and the Death Row Shooters. It had been nearly a week and I hadn’t seen him or heard from him. I wasn’t allowed out, nor was I allowed to speak to anyone but Mr. Simon.
I didn’t know if I was being kept prisoner or if Ryan just didn’t trust me, but I wasn’t going to push my luck. I had a warm clean room in the back of his club and I was brought clean freshly pressed clothes, fresh fruit and warm food daily. I spent the last few days contemplating what to do and how I was going to get out of here when Cain suddenly showed up one night.
He stood in the doorway looking even more powerful and threatening than I remembered him. He loomed like a dark shadow in the entrance, staring at me across the room. I wanted to run up to him, but I stood still afraid he’d leave, afraid he’d reject me.
“You came,” I whispered.
He didn’t say a word, he just walked in and shut the door, making sure to lock it behind him. He took in his surroundings and went over to the chair. He lifted a black silk robe that was hanging off it and fisted it while looking over at me. His eyes travelled slowly down my body and I could feel traces of their heat through the silky material of my nightgown, taking my breath away .
“Aren’t you going to talk to me?” I asked carefully.
He threw the robe on the floor and stalked up to me. I took a few steps back, but he stopped before he could reach me. Anger still emanated from him, but there was more behind it, and I noticed him fisting his hands at his sides as if he was holding himself back.
“Turn around,” he commanded, but I didn’t move.
“What?”
“I said turn the fuck around!” He yelled.
I watched him carefully, but did as he asked. I somehow knew he wouldn’t hurt me, I felt it.
I sighed as his hands glided across my waist and he pulled me up against his chest. His arousal was prominent along my lower back and his eagerness was palpable.
“What do you want, Cain?” I whispered.
He growled against my ear and gripped my throat. “To be honest, I thought several times on how I could strangle you,” he tightened his fingers along the sides of my neck and I swallowed in nervousness.
His hand travelled down along my hip, sliding under the hem of my black silk nightie and kneading the soft flesh of the side of my thigh. He buried his head into my neck and I heard as he deeply inhaled me. A moan escaped my lips as I let him touch me.
“I want to hurt you, Sophia. I want to hurt you so bad, but I can’t. I can’t because the only thing I keep thinking about is having my cock buried deep inside of you as you watch me take you over. I can’t sleep at night from wanting you in my arms again. I fucking want you down on all fours before me, worshipping my fucking cock.
“Cain,” I moaned as he traced the edge of my panties causing me to shiver against him.
“I want you trembling in my arms, Sophia. I want you begging me for forgiveness.”
“Yes, Cain. Please, forgive me Cain. Forgive me.”
He turned me around and slammed me back against the wall. His eyes were dark and his breath was coming out in ragged pants.
“I came to fuck you, Sophia. Do you understand that? I came to punish you because I can’t stand being away from you anymore and I fucking hate myself for it.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “Do you understand what I’m fucking saying? I should hate you,” he gritted out. Pain resounded heavily in his voice.
I reached up and stroked his cheek, my pain evident in each touch. “I love you, Cain.”
“Stop saying that!” He yelled.
“I can’t. It’s what I feel,” I whispered.
He swung me back around and pressed my face against the wall. “You want to give me what I want?”
“Yes,” I breathed desperately.
“You’re a fucking slut,” he seethed.
I knew he wanted to hurt me, but his insults only urged me on. “I’m your slut, Cain. Only yours.”
He lifted my arms up high above my head and slid his hands down my sides. Flipping up my nightgown, he swore. I felt him kneel down behind me, his hands caressing my flesh. He gently tugged on the seam of my panties, bringing them down below the curves of my cheeks. Keeping them there, he bit the flesh.
“Cain!” I cried out as his tongue followed the path of the bite. His hand molded and opened me up for him. Slowly he glided his tongue down the crack of my ass, making sure to place pressure in my puckered entrance before making me scream as he penetrated it with his tongue. Over and over again he went in and out until I suddenly found myself clawing at the wall and pushing back at his face.
His hands tightened their hold on my hips and the next thing I knew he had a finger gliding into that forbidden part of me. No one had ever done that, no one had ever touched me there. The pressure was intense, but as his mouth found my clit, I screamed and shook from the waves of pleasure that crashed over me, over and over again.
Before my orgasm had died down I felt him stand up and heard the zipper of his jeans before he glided himself inside of me. He fucked me deep and rough, wanting me to feel his pain. But I wanted him to feel mine too. To feel how much I wanted him, to feel how badly I needed to give myself to him.
I leaned back against him as he forced himself into me, my juices running down my thighs, lubing his cock up in seconds.
“Cain, please,” I whispered and pushed back against him, sliding him in further until his cock was buried to the hilt.
He flung us around, without slipping out of me, and slammed me face down on the mattress. As he entered me his hand came down on me, spanking me hard as I screamed in pleasure. “That’s what I want to here!” He grunted behind me.
His hand came down on me again as he slammed into me, giving me that intense pain he knew how to give so well. “Is this what you want? You want to be a whore? Is this what you do, Sophia? Give yourself to men in exchange for information?”
His words were full of anger as he used my body, but his hands caressed my cheeks in soothing motions. He twisted my hair in his fist and yanked my head back. “You’re so damn beautiful!” His eyes met mine as his pace slowed down. He grabbed me by the waist and propped me back onto his thighs as he glided himself into me.
I bounced up and down on him, crying out as he took me to another level of ecstasy. This was pain mixed with love and anger. It was total abandonment and it was raw.
“I should hate you, Sophia! I should hate you!” He cried out as I rode him.
“Cain! Cain, I beg you. Forgive me! Please, Cain! Forgive me,” I sobbed and cried out as his fingers flicked my clit and I came once again, collapsing back onto the mattress.
Grabbing my hips, he fucked me hard, showing me how much he truly wanted to hate me. I never thought I could feel something like that. Nothing else mattered, just him, just us. My cries of pain and screams of pleasure only pushed him on.
Suddenly, as I was coming for the third time that night, he slid out of me and shoved me to the floor in front of him before I could fully enjoy the sensations. His cock swayed in front of my eyes, glistening with our fluids. His eyes met mine, but only silence encompassed the room. I didn’t say a word as I crawled towards him, and even though I should have walked away I let him glide himself into my mouth.
I ran my hands across his thighs, squeezing his ass and pulling him in deeper. I watched him tentatively at first, as he looked down at me, his breath coming in short bursts. I gripped him tightly by the base of his silky steel rod and then I sucked him in, enjoying his moan of pleasure. He leaned forward, steadying himself against the bedpost as he allowed me to take what I wanted from him. I moaned around him, feeling him twitch in my mouth as thrills shot through him and he grunted.
He grabbed me by the hair and kept me still as he took my mouth with his cock. In and out, gagging me with each thrust. Tears escaped my eyes as I helped him find his release. His cock throbbed and I knew he was close. I finally gripped onto the base of his dick and sucked him in deep.
The orgasm shook him from head to toe and he stared down at me, grunting while I swallowed every single drop of him.
When I was done, he pushed me away from him. He leaned against the bedpost, trying to steady his heart rate. After a few minutes, he bent down and lifted his jeans. “I’m not coming back, Sophia. I don’t ever want to see you again.”
I grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”
He ripped his arm from my reach. “I’ll let you know when it’s safe. After that, you’re on your own.”
“I’m as good as dead if you leave me,” I whispered.
He turned to me and smirked. What he said next, I knew he said out of hurt. He wanted to hurt me as much as I’d hurt him. “It is what it is. You should’ve thought of that before you did what you did.”
He turned his back to me and walked out. I knew I wasn’t safe, and Ramon would move earth and sky to get his vengeance. I knew it in my bones.