Kain’s hands shove my skirt and panties down my thighs in one impatient motion. I kick them off. He shucks his own pants and boxers, and his cock springs free—heavy, flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. My mouth waters.
He backs me under the spray. The water is still cold, and I gasp when it hits my skin. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He spins me around, pressing my front to the freezing tile wall. The shock of it makes me arch, my ass pushing back against him instinctively.
He growls low in his throat. One hand grasps my wet hair and yanks my head back so he can bite the side of my neck. The other hand slides between my thighs from behind, and two thick fingers plunge straight into me without warning.
I cry out, the sound echoing off the tiles.
“You’re soaked,” he rasps against my ear. “Even when you hate me, your pussy still wants me.”
“I don’t—” My words choke off as he curls his fingers hard against that spot inside me. My knees buckle.
He holds me up with his body, chest plastered to my back, cock grinding against my ass while he finger-fucks me mercilessly. Hot, stinging water pounds down on us both now. My nipples pebble painfully against the shower wall.
“Kain…please!”
“Please what?” His voice is wrecked. “Please stop? Or please don’t?”
I don’t even know anymore.
He pulls his fingers out and turns me toward him. Then, he’s lifting me. Effortlessly. Like I weigh nothing.
My legs hook over the crooks of his elbows. He spreads me wide and pins me against the wall with his hips. The head of his cock presses against my entrance. Cold tile bites into my shoulder blades as hot water streams over my face, into my mouth, and down my chest.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I do. His eyes are blazing gold—wolf and man both staring back at me, raw and desperate.
“I’m sorry,” he says hoarsely. “For everything.”
Then, he slams inside me in one brutal thrust.
I let out a loud moan. He’s so deep that it almost hurts, stretching me to the edge of too much. My walls flutter and clamp around him like they’re trying to pull him deeper. He starts fucking me hard, hips snapping, holding me open and helpless against the wall.
Every thrust drives the air from my lungs. The wet slap of our bodies is obscene under the pounding water. My breasts bounce with each stroke. His mouth finds my throat, biting, sucking, no doubt causing red welts on me like he’s trying to leave proof that he was here.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “Always so tight for me. Even when you want to kill me.”
“I still might,” I gasp, but my hips roll to meet him anyway.
He laughs, the sound dark and a little broken. “Yeah. You might.”
He adjusts his hands, spreading my knees even more, pulling me impossibly wider. The new angle lets him grind against my clit with every stroke. Pleasure coils viciously and quickly inside me.
Suddenly his mouth is on my breast—teeth grazing and tongue flicking until I’m shaking.
“Kain! Fuck, I’m—”
“Come,” he growls against my skin. “Come on my cock while you’re still mad at me. Let me feel how much you hate that you need this.”
These words push me over the edge. I shatter, screaming his name, nails scoring bloody lines down his shoulders. My pussy clamps down so hard, he curses, his hips stuttering.
But he doesn’t stop.
He fucks me through it with long, punishing strokes that drag the pleasure out until it hurts. My second orgasm builds right on the heels of the first. I’m sobbing now, tears mixing with shower water.
His eyes are glazed over as he lets my legs drop so that I can stand. I barely do before he spins me; my front is against the tile again, and he kicks my feet apart.
“Bend over,” he orders.
