Chapter 14

Cain

I cut the water and wrenched the shower door open again, pulled Margot to me, so her wet ass cheeks rubbed against my dick, then walked her out to the sink.

Fuck, this was dangerous. Every second with her was closer to the second it would break and we’d both burn, but I didn’t give a shit anymore. This woman was… she was exactly what I needed.

Margot placed her hands on either side of the sink, the skin on her arms peppered with goose bumps. Steam billowed from the shower, but an extractor fan clicked on and swept it out. The mirror in front of us was misted up but started clearing.

We were shapes now, two pale blurs.

I nipped her neck, drew the flesh into my mouth and sucked. “You’re so fucking tasty,” I grunted. “Anyone ever tell you that before?”

“Uh-uh,” she said, body humming like a string I’d plucked, tuned to my fucking frequency.

Goddamn, the longer I drew out this torture, the better I felt. It was as if denying myself the impulse of claiming her, of spreading her pussy lips and plunging in, deep and hard, heightened my pleasure.

“Cain,” Margot said, in something approaching impatience. “Cain, I need it.”

“What do you need?” I asked and bit her shoulder, right on the joint.

She groaned and threw her head back, rolled her hips and rubbed my dick against one half of that peach, the other, and then right in between, against one tight hole and then the other. “I need your dick. I need to come. I need you inside me.”

“Where?”

The mirror had cleared a little, the outer edges faster than the center, but I could make out the expression. The hesitation.

“Say it,” I growled and smoothed my hands over her shoulders, down her arms. I dropped my touch to her thighs, and ran one finger between her pussy lips, wet it, then slipped it to her clit. “Where do you want me?”

Margot gasped and shuddered. Her tits bounced, her nipples tightened up, pink nubs still spotted with water from the shower. “Cain—”

I tapped her clit, circled it, dipped my finger back to that slick, quivering hole, and collected more of her juices, then ran them back over her lips again.

“Speak,” I said and drove her closer to the edge. I didn’t press my fingers inside, not yet. Not until she begged for it.

“I want you everywhere,” she managed, shaking now, her eyes rolling back in her skull. “Please, Cain.”

“Be careful what you beg for.” I pressed my palm to her back and forced her forward. She opened up for me then, presented those pink pussy lips, and her tight, little asshole too.

I held the base of my dick and ran it under her mound, up to her entrance, combining our juices, watching her reaction in the mirror.

Her gaze was fixed on mine, and she sucked on her bottom lip, waiting, hair cascading to one side of that heart-shaped face, waves of gold. She was like Brigitte Bardot, except she wasn’t. She was sexier, more elusive.

Margot bounced up and down, pressed her ass back and my head entered her.

“Fuck,” I said, then slapped her ass. “Don’t move.

She sucked in a gasp and clenched tight around me. “I want it.”

“You’ll get it when I give it to you. You can’t control everything, Margot.” I thrust into her then, to the hilt, and growled.

Margot’s eyelids fluttered.

“Keep looking at me,” I said, then pressed one palm to the small of her back and leaned in. I placed the tip of my index finger against her plush cushion lips and tapped once. “Suck it.”

“What?” She asked.

“Suck it, baby.”

She drew my fingertip into that silken mouth and wet it, circled her tongue, and dragged it from my knuckle to the tip, studying my reaction.

My cock grew larger, if that was possible, and she whined.

“Fuck, you’re naughty,” I said. “You’re so fucking bad. My bad girl.”

She nodded, and the acceptance of that label made me throb. She whimpered again.

My dick filled her completely, stretched her, even, and the more she sucked, the worse it got. Nah, the better it got. Christ, she was mine, inside and out, and I’d explore every part of her tonight, again and again.

And then you’ll ruin her. I shoved the thought aside and moved my cock inside her, exploring the wetness and the warmth, the depths of her tightness. Deep, slow thrusts that brought little noises from her.

Margot sucked on my finger and maintained eye contact in the mirror, blazing that desire right at me.

“You ever had anything in your ass, Margot?”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t quit sucking.

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said, and grinned at her. “Do you want it?”

She nodded, still with vulnerability spilling from her. Christ, this strong woman, this tigress, turned to a kitten in my hands. It didn’t get better than this.

I dragged my finger from between her lips with a pop, then brought it to that tight little asshole, just waiting for me. I fucked her slowly, stretching her pussy out, reaching around with my free hand to play with her nub.

Margot stamped her foot and clawed at the marble top.

“Look at me,” I said. “Stay focused on me, gorgeous.”

She did as she was told, and I rewarded her by circling her asshole, then pressing my finger inside it. She closed around it and gasped. “Oh fuck!”

“Good?”

“Yes,” she hissed, and arched backward, taking more for herself.

“That’s it, take it all. It’s all yours.”

“It’s too good.” Margot’s tits bounced with every thrust. “It’s too good, it’s too good, it’s too good. I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” I growled and pounded into her.

I lost control. Kept my finger in her asshole, the other on her clit, my dick in that dripping wet pussy, and lost it. Threw my head back and let out a feral roar. Margot met with a cry of her own.

“Coming.” She vibrated on the spot, orgasm streaking through her, fucking changing her from the inside-out. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her jaw dropped, and she trembled, clenched, keened. She became mine for the second time.

I shifted my hands to her hips and pinned her in place, worked myself inside her, my dick thicker now. The tingling started, my breath came out in gusts, and I spilled inside her.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Fill me. Please, fill me, Cain, I need it.”

I gave her exactly what she wanted.

When it was over, I held myself inside her, fingers still digging into her flesh.

Margot lifted her head and shot me a bright smile. “I think I need another shower,” she said.

I laughed and pulled out of her, grunted at how sensitive I was, then lifted her at the waist and held her to my chest. I kissed her temple and admired her in the mirror, the soft smoothness of her skin, the planes of her stomach and those curvy hips.

Our sex had marked her—red streaks or splotches from the friction or my touch.

Even when they faded she’d never forget me. I’d marked her soul.

And she’s marked yours.