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Cain tilts his head down, his dark eyes flashing with a wicked, lethal promise.
"Don't get used to it," he rumbles low against my skin. "I'm just saving all the bad behavior for when we get home."
Later on the drive home, the sleek black limousine glides through the quiet, lamp-lit streets toward the estate.
Cain sits across from me on the plush leather bench, his bowtie undone and dangling loosely around his open collar, his dark gaze heavy and brooding as he watches me. The controlled, polished businessman from the ballroom is slowly fading, replaced by the predator I know so well.
I stretch my legs out, leaning back against the leather with a slow, deliberate smirk.
"I have to say, Cain," I tease, my voice soft and dripping with playfulness, "I was expecting at least one broken jaw tonight. You were a perfect gentleman out there. So disciplined. So... controlled."
His jaw tightens, a muscle flexing beneath his dark stubble. "Alexis," he warns, his voice dropping an octave, a quiet rumble that vibrates through the quiet cabin. "Don't push me tonight."
"Or what?" I ask softly, my eyes holding his as I slowly reach down, grabbing the hem of my sapphire gown and dragging it up over my knees, exposing a length of bare thigh to the dim interior lights. "Are you still capable of behaving, or was that all just for show?"
Cain freezes, his eyes snapping down to where the fabric rests high on my thighs before flashing back up to my face, glowing with a sudden, dark fire.
Without breaking eye contact, he reaches out and slams his hand against the control panel on the wall. The privacy divider between us and the driver glides smoothly upward, sealing us into complete isolation.
"You just made a very big mistake, doll," he growls, unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding off his bench toward me like a shadow.
I yelp and try to scoot to the opposite side of the seat, but he catches my ankle. With a sharp tug, he yanks me to the edge of the leather, pushing my dress up past my hips. I fight him—because that’s the game we play—and he struggles to contain my thrashing limbs.
Seizing both of my wrists in one of his massive hands, he pins them above my head. With his free hand, he yanks off his tie, binding my wrists together and securing them to the overhead grab handle.
I strain against the fabric, but the knot is tight.
His gaze burns into mine as he hooks his fingers into the edge of my panties, ripping them down my legs before forcing my knees wide apart. The sudden rush of cool air hits my core, and I bite back a moan.
He slides me farther toward the edge of the seat until I’m nearly falling, then lowers himself between my thighs and buries his head into my heat.
I let out a sharp cry and thrash against him, but he doesn’t relent. The intensity of his tongue and lips leaves me breathless, my body reacting despite my attempts to resist.
“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please… can you—”
“Stop asking so nicely when we both know you don’t mean it,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low, commanding vibration that sends a shiver straight down your spine.
His grip tightens just enough to anchor me, silencing my resistance without missing a beat.
“Isn’t that why you were teasing me? Cause you wanted this?” His tongue licks a long stroke from my clit to my taint. “Now shut up and take it.”
Just when I think I’m about to come, he straightens and pulls away completely. Before I can even process the loss, he shifts, thrusting his thick length deep inside me.
I scream, my bound hands quaking hard against the restraint. He shoves my knees up further, folding me completely in half as he ruthlessly slams into me, over and over again.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He growls. “Take it, doll. Take it. I’m all yours.”
He continues to pound inside me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I cry out, tears blurring my vision. “Please…. Cain.”
The car begins to slow, eventually pulling to a smooth stop. I glance out the window, realizing through the haze that we’ve arrived in the driveway of the estate.
Cain angles his knees, shifting his weight to hit me somewhere deeper. He knocks sharply on the privacy partition and barks an order to the driver. “Take another lap. Keep driving.”
Turning back to me, his voice drops to a lethal whisper. “I want you to come before he finishes this next turn. Then we’re going inside to finish this. I won’t let you go unscathed, is that clear?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
