Somehow, Kain found a way to dig in further.
In my skull, the echo of his force thumped over and over. Anyone below us in the house could hear. He bit my earlobe, thrumming my clit with a free hand—and they definitely would hear my screams from that.
“Kain,” I breathed, lashes fluttering like a hummingbird. “Fuck, Kain! That’s so damn good!”
“I know.” His arrogance had always pissed me off. In this setting, it made my pussy squeeze around his shaft even tighter. The crest of orgasm teased me, my muscles clenching in delicious pressure.
“When you come,” he hissed, wrenching my hair so that I had to look into the furious pits of his stormy eyes, “count for me.”
Confused, I opened my mouth. “What?”
Licking my lower lip, then my teeth, he inhaled. “Count out each time you come. Do it, or I’ll stop fucking you right before you finish. I mean it.”
Kain was too serious, too . . . unstable. I believed him, his harsh words sending static down into my pussy. My thighs shook, and his knowing smirk knocked me over the edge. “Count,” he reminded me when I started to whimper.
Shaking violently, my hips twitched as the orgasm took hold. It was in my veins, my bones, my everything. I was a single hot point of pleasure. Making words was hard . . . but I did it for him. “One!” I shouted it like it was my last breath.
His groan was lower than the center of the earth; lava and pure, unfiltered rock. He found speed where surely there should be none, his fingers circling my sensitive clit faster and faster. “Again,” he demanded. “Come for me again, beautiful.”
Buzzing with energy, I arched into his strokes eagerly. I’d never had multiple orgasms before, but in this little black bubble with a man who was secretly a beast . . . I knew it was going to happen.
“Two!” I cried, sweat sliding down my throat. He licked me there, tasting my salt as I panted with the strain of climax. My inner walls milked him, the condom too thin to hide each swell of his nearing release.
“More, I’m not done with you. More, Sammy.”
Hearing my name broke down another mental wall. My nails cut into his back, I lavished attention over each of his rippling muscles. I imagined his ink would rub off on me from our friction.
I didn’t need to imagine the third orgasm.
“Three,” I whispered, the word sticking in my throat. Kain filled me to capacity, his teeth bared. He looked at my face as he came, but he never slowed down. The monster kept fucking me, his seed shooting into the condom.
I didn’t stop counting; I just couldn’t count anymore.
Blackness crept into my vision. Kain had made me come until I passed out.
The last thing I saw as I faded away were his tender, unguarded eyes.
Even if I wanted to forget what we’d done . . .
I could never forget how he looked at me.
- CHAPTER FOUR -
SAMMY
Slipping out of the room, I concentrated to make sure every step I took was as quiet as a church mouse’s. I wasn’t about to wake Kain up and let him see me fleeing, and worse, what if anyone else in the house saw?
Closing the door, I faced the hallway and took my first real breath of air.
Francesca slammed into me, her arms choking away that single breath.
“Sammy!” she screamed, the noise raking over my nerves. “How could this happen?”
“It—it’s not what you think!” I blurted, staring wildly at Kain’s door. Was she going to kill me for sleeping with her brother?
Hugging me harder, she rubbed her cheek on my shoulder. That was when I realized she was crying. Was this that big of a deal?! “Sammy.” She sniffled. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t believe that bitch! I hate her. I hate her!”
My brain ticked like a clock, striking twelve. This isn’t about me.
Carefully, I untangled her and held her at arm’s length. It was early in the morning, but mascara and makeup ran down her cheeks. Francesca was a mess. “What happened? Who’s a bitch?”
Pushing out her lower lip, she stepped backward. “That fucking Monica, that’s who. She was supposed to be my maid of honor, Sammy! Then she goes and texts Midas pics of her vajayjay! How the hell am I supposed to let her be my bestie now, huh?”
Lifting my hands cautiously, I kept my voice calm. “It’ll be okay. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Wiping at her face, she focused on me. I took the opportunity to put on a reassuring smile. Slowly, she copied me—going from depressed to thoughtful. Digging her nails into my forearms, she leaned closer to me. “You’re a genius, Sammy!”
“Ha-ha, thanks, but I’m not.”
Bobbing her head, she gripped me until I winced. “Yeah,” she whispered, almost to herself. “This will be perfect.”
“Um,” I said blankly.
“You’ll be perfect.”
My mouth crinkled up like a flatlining balloon. “Hold on.”
She threw her arms around me in a hug that was much more cheerful than earlier—but just as painful. “You’re going to be such a good maid of honor!”
Inch by inch, my stomach crept into my feet. “Francesca . . . I can’t do that, we barely know each other.”
“I feel like I’ve known you forever!” Staring me in the eye, she put on her saddest tone. “Plus, if you don’t, I’m screwed. Sammy, I’ll have no one! My whole family and friends will laugh, they’ll say, ‘Oooh that Frannie, she’s too much of a bitch to have a bestie! See?’” Her eyebrows knitted together. “I’d fall apart in front of everyone.”
She was being ridiculous . . . and even still, I felt a twinge of sympathy. I wasn’t close to being married, but if it was my big day and my best friend had destroyed our friendship, and I now had no maid of honor . . . wouldn’t that be awful?
Kain warned you about this. I snapped a peek at his door. He said if you helped her, she’d keep asking for more.
Like always, I couldn’t turn down someone in need.
Sighing, I pulled her in for a hug. “I just hope I can fit into her dress.”
Francesca squealed, jumping in a circle and taking me with her. When we made a full rotation, I spotted Kain watching me through the crack in his door.
My heart floated up and away. He was still mostly naked, a tight pair of black briefs wrapping against the morning wood he sported. I’d seen that cock in its full magnificence last night. It didn’t take much to imagine it all over again.
He saw me watching, his hand reaching down to graze himself. One firm, quick squeeze of his shaft and my clit twitched in response. Dammit.
I didn’t like how satisfied he was by my open-mouthed reaction. Gripping Francesca, I faced her. “We don’t have much time until the wedding. Tell me everything I need to know.”
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I let her guide us down the hall. She gabbed and giggled and flipped her hair. All the while, the hungry stare of a certain Kain Badd burned slowly through the back of my skull.