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“You close, little devil?” Everything he says rolls out with a moan and I can’t fucking handle it anymore. My walls clench around him and all at once, he stops.

“Fuck!” I shout, flopping back onto the bed, fingers tingling with the loss of the metal.

My thighs shake with a desperate need to come.

“Say you forgive me,” he growls, pressing his thumb to my clit, making me jerk.

“No,” I snarl. This defiance isn’t genuine as much as it is playful.

His teeth grind as he stands. There’s an angry, red mark on his neck and a small bead of blood from the chain. Effortlessly, like I weigh nothing at all, he flips me onto my hands and knees, immediately gluing himself to my back and winding his arm across my body, grabbing my neck and yanking me straight up into him. “Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to let you come,” he grunts into my ear, his own voice sounding as impatient as I feel.

I don’t want to give into him, but fuck I need to come. I need to feel him inside me. Not my toy and him. Just him.

“Fuck me. Make me come on your cock.”

“Fuck.” He slams into me, filling me deliciously, making me gasp out and drop onto the bed.

“Oh fuck, Kain.”

He chuckles, the row rumble travelling directly to my sensitive clit. I fist the sheets as he relentlessly slams into me. Our harmonised moans and pants fill the room and drown out the storm outside. Skin slaps against skin, and the loud squeak of the bed just makes this hotter.

And as every other time, thoughts of St Anton’s and Samuel just vanish.

His fingers start rubbing circles on my clit again. “Come for me, Jordie. Come for me.”

My walls clench around him, sensitive flesh gripping his veiny cock with a fervour as he fucks into me and I scream out in pleasure.

“Yes,” he pants, his thrusts growing sloppy as warm cum fills me, his dick twitching inside me as we both come down from our highs.

I gather as much saliva as I can and swallow down my dry throat as he flops onto the bed next to me, hair sticking to his forehead and rain and sweat mixing on his chest.

I grab his face, nails digging into the sides of his cheeks before I devour his mouth again, climbing on top of him.

“Someone’s needy for their stepbrother’s cock,” he taunts and I growl, throwing my hand to his neck, squeezing.

I grind myself onto his already hardening cock, while his cum spills out of me, aiding me in sliding along him. He bites his lip as he watches before focusing on my face again. “I have all night, little devil. My entire lifetime in fact.”

And with that, I line my centre up with his cock and slam myself down onto him. Forgetting about the shit show that is my life, while in Kain’s loving arms again.

Kain’s hand lazily draws the pattern of the scar on my back as I gaze out at the trees beyond the balcony. The rain and thunder mix in a caution of a bad omen in this town.

Before I know it, Kain’s arm drops to the bed, and soft snores emit from his mouth.

I never knew what it would be like to sleep next to him. And I don’t think I want to find out. It would just hurt more than necessary. If I can’t get out of this mess, there may not be a future for us.

I lift from his chest and as I gaze down at him, he looks peaceful—mouth slightly parted, hair resting chaotically along his forehead, and the chain glinting in the moonlight, while blood smears along the exposed flesh. Warmth fills my chest and the thought of Lacey doing what she did while he was unconscious has me wishing it was me who killed her. What he did in that room was brave, but it was bottled up feelings that spilled out all at once and I hate that he was carrying that all alone, blaming himself for being a victim. Kain is strong, but I think it’s easier for him to act like he’s used to it. An ache builds in my heart. I want him to heal.

As quietly as possible so as not to wake him, I untangle myself from him and pull my bloodied pyjamas back on.

With a gentle click of the door, I flood the room in a warm glow that lights him up.

I tried. I tried to hate him. I tried so fucking hard to shut those feelings out.

But not loving Kain Westbrook is like asking the sun not to rise in the morning. Inevitable and so fucking beautiful.

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