Page 12 of If Cain Were Able

This time, it’s nothing more than biology.

I want what he can give me, but it’s a soulless union.

As he moves up my lap on his knees, I realize it’s the first time he’s ever been in this position. It’s the first time he’s sought me out, admitting he wants this. That’s all it takes for me to know I’m completely fucked. Just biology, my ass. I’m already attached because I never became unattached the last time.

Suddenly, I’m experiencing my first taste of having control over him. The first taste of his need and desire being greater than mine, and I realize this is what I was seeking from Taylor. I was hellbent on ruining him the way Cain ruined me, needing to feel close to the bastard staring at me like I’m his next meal.

Only when I hurt Taylor, I didn’t feel powerful at all. I felt like hell because that kind soul isn’t the one who deserved my retribution. But the man currently taunting me with the brush of his fingers along my cock? That man deserves every ounce of pain, hurt, and bitterness in my damaged, burned, and blackened heart.

Cain rubs his dick against mine and closes his eyes in ecstasy.

I thrust my hips forward, and his eyes snap open, meeting mine.

“Do it again,” he commands

“Ask nicely,” I taunt. Lord, help me. Poking the bear is my kryptonite.

Cain leans forward, dragging his cock along my stomach as he grabs hold of the headboard behind me, his mouth now at my ear.

“Do it. The fuck. Again.”

I comply because I never needed to hear him say please. I simply wanted to hear his desperation, and he just gave it to me in those five words.

I rock my hips forward again, and he wraps his hand around both of our dicks, making my back bow off the bed.

“Ahh,” I groan. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure. The movement bothers my chest, but the feel of Cain’s hand melding my cock against his is a feeling I’ve missed. A feeling, I’m afraid, I’ll never experience outside of him.

“Faster,” I command, and the bastard slows his movements. “You fucking asshole.” I try to push at his chest, but I’m still weak, and he doesn’t budge.

“How much do you need me?” he asks, transferring all the power back to himself. I stay silent. “Come on, Kitten. Tell me. You know what it does to me.”

“Don’t call me that,” I growl, making him smile. The fight in me distracts him enough that he picks up the pace on our dicks, smearing precum over our shafts as he twists his hand on the upstroke.

“Tell me how much you need me, and I’ll call you whatever you want.”

“I don’t fucking need you,” I lie. “Not anymore.”

“Oh, Kitten, your cock begs to differ,” Cain says, letting go of my dick. We both watch as my cock falls, angry and heavy, against my stomach, twitching once in response to losing Cain’s touch.

“Go home, Cain. This was over a long time ago,” I say, calling his bluff. He’s acting like he’s doing me a favor by showing up, but he’s delusional. He’s here to satisfy his own needs.

Scooping my dick back up, he resumes jacking us off.

“Does this look over to you?” he asks.

Precum pours from me, and he offers me a wicked grin.

Fuck this man and his perfect cock and his confident words.

“It looks like you’ve lost your touch,” I fire. “It never used to take you this long to make me break,” I say, begging my hips to stay on the mattress and not rise for him.

Cain’s grin spreads wider across his face.

“That’s it, Kitten. Show me your fangs. I haven’t been bitten in a while, and I’m overdue.”

Cain and I have always been toxic, poking at each other’s insecurities just to get a reaction and keep the other in line. I’ve always had a jealous streak a mile wide, and he knows it.

He can see it flare in my eyes at his insinuation of his other partners. Of course, he’s had them. Hell, he had them even back when we were seeing each other on the regular. Because, although we were together, we were never a couple.