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“Ah… Fuck,” I breath out. Rocking forward, I bury my cock deep inside her in one go, pressing my body to hers. “Ughh…” She shudders, sucks in a breath, and freezes.

“Mmm… Cain…” A whimper, no, a cry leaves her as she digs her fingers into my back. I hold myself there, kissing her neck, her ear, letting her feel everything. A tear drops down her cheek, and I catch it with my tongue.

I love her pain. I love her tears.

Slowly, I begin thrusting in and out of her. Slow and shallow.

“You’re doing so good for me, Kitten.” She’s breathing now, slow and controlled. I look between us and grunt at the sight. My cock is soaked with her blood. “I knew I would tear you open. Your blood is better than I imagined.”

“I like the pain.” A low rumble emanates from deep within my chest.

“You were made for me.” I bite down on her shoulder. I take her hard, all while kissing and nipping at her flesh. Hitting the spots I’ve learned she likes best.

“Mmm…” Kitten cries. Her nails scratching down my back.

Violet’s whimpers turn to moans as the pain subsides and turns into pleasure. Her chest and cheeks blush as her pleasure rises. Her hands explore my abdomen, my waist, sending shocks right through me. I should have let her see me like this a long time ago.

I do some quick math. Everything will be alright.

I bite down onto her shoulder, she yells and shudders beneath me, her body shaking in my hold. I pick up my pace, thrusting in and out of her. Hard. My hips jerk when I come; my release is so strong that I’m a little lightheaded. I push my cock deep inside of her and hold myself there, pulsing inside of her until I’ve filled her up.

I press my lips to hers with a gentle nip, still buried inside of her.

“You came inside of me…” Her voice inflects at the end, like a question. I chuckle, then kiss her again.

“I’ve been tracking your cycle for years. I know exactly when I can get you pregnant.” She studies my face, her lips forming a small “o” as I pull out of her. I lean down and suck her bottom lip into my mouth one last time, delicious. The thought of getting her pregnant makes my cock twitch, coming back to life. Reaching over, I grab a handkerchief from her nightstand to clean us both up. “And believe me, Violet, I will.”

Violet

Chapter 16

Our heavy breaths, his grunts, mixed with my whimpers and cries. A pain so sharp, I could have sworn that he had penetrated me with a knife. Until, it wasn’t just pain anymore, but pressure, in all the right places. I swear, even now, the delicious ache hits sharp. I wince, but I love it, I love the pain he gives me.

“Good luck keeping me off you now that I’ve had you, Kitten.” I hear his voice in my delirious dream. His low growl vibrating over my stimulated flesh. His mouth sucking on my nipple, his tongue flicking me over and over again. I’ve had dreams like this before, but knowing how he feels makes this far more real.

“Cain.” This is too good, I’m actually going to come this time.

“Yes, my Flower?” My Flower. He has many names for me. V, Kitten, Slave, Purple Princess. My Flower is my favorite; it’s not used so frequently as the others, probably because of the level of intimacy that comes along with it. Of course, that’s why my brain would choose him to use that one in my dream.

“I love you.”

“Fuck.”

I jolt. My eyes flash open, my core convulsing as I come. And Cain? He’s on top of me, pulsing inside of me as he rides out his own pleasure. I bury my face into Cain’s neck, hiding, to be exact. My body feels relaxed, peaceful, and satisfied. But my brain is rushing around. This wasn’t a dream. Cain stayed the night with me and had sex with me while I was sleeping. I know I should be mortified; innocent girls like me don’t get turned on by being used in this way…

Maybe that means I’m not so innocent as everyone tells me. Because I most definitely am turned on by Cain having me whenever he wants. Whether I’m fully aware or not.

But what does that mean about what I said in that fog? I don’t want to ruin what we have by introducing the mess that is my feelings.

Slow down. This is a dynamic, an arrangement. You’re his secret whore. You are nothing. So, act like you’re nothing.

“You stayed the night?” My voice sounds far too heavy, like I enjoyed that all too much.

I don’t help the situation when I bring myself to look at him. His sharp jaw has dark morning stubble, his dark brown hair has clumps shooting in all directions, tousled and messy from fooling around and sleep. His grey eyes look peaceful for once. I can’t help but smile. I could look at him all the time if he would let me.

Three knocks at the door pull me from taking him in. Cain pulls out of me and grabs a cloth to clean us.

Three more knocks, quicker and louder than before.