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In one swift, effortless movement, he flips me around, pressing my chest flat against the rough wood of the pine. My bound hands are trapped tightly against my lower back, and before I can even draw a fresh breath, his hand lands on the base of my spine, forcing my hips backward and bending me low until my ass is arched high in the cold night air.

I've never felt anything like this. It's raw, unhinged, and terrifying, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Cain's thick fingers slide down between my thighs, dipping directly into my slick, aching warmth. A sharp, loud gasp rips from my throat as he traces my core, discovering just how utterly soaked I am for him.

"Look at this," he sneers softly, a dark, dangerous edge coat of satisfaction in his voice. "Completely dripping. You ran out into the dark like a frightened little victim, but look at you—you're so fucking wet for me, Alexis. Just a filthy, helpless little slut aching for my hands."

I whimper pathetically as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, working them in a steady, relentless rhythm that has my knees buckling.

Unable to hold still, I wiggle my hips against his hand, chasing the intolerable friction, desperate for more.

"You like that?" he growls, pulling his fingers back only to plunge them deeper, stretching me open. "Wiggling like a needy animal in the dirt? Is this what you were begging for when you looked at me back in the kitchen?"

"Please..." I sob out, the intense sensory overload tearing right through my composure. Tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure leak from the corners of my eyes, stinging as they track down my flushed cheeks. "Please, Cain..."

"Beg me like you mean it," he commands, his fingers working me mercilessly while his other hand grips my hip, pinning me firmly in place. "Cry for it, doll. Beg for this cock, right fucking now."

"Please! Please, Cain, give it to me!" I cry out, my voice cracking into full-blown sobs as I weep against the rough bark. I lose every shred of pride, rocking back against his hand in total surrender. "I need it—please, I need your cock inside me! Fuck me, Cain, please!"

"You beg so prettily," Cain rumbles, his voice thick and low against my ear. "How could I ever resist you?"

Behind me, I hear the harsh slide of his zipper. The thick, scorching heat of his bare length presses against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight to my brain.

"Baby," he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across the side of my face as his heavy weight settles over me. "What's your safe word?"

"Doll," I sob out, my bound hands trembling behind my back as I fight for air. "It's doll."

"Use it anytime you want, and I'll stop instantly, okay?" he promises, his tone momentarily dropping into a fierce, protective ground before shifting right back into lethal dominance.

"Cain, please!" I weep, unable to take another second of the unbearable, agonizing wait. "Please..."

He drives into me in one hard, relentless thrust, sinking his thick length all the way to the hilt.

A sharp, high-pitched scream tears from my throat, tears streaming freely down my face as my slick walls stretch to accommodate him. The sheer size of him fills me completely, stretching me open until I'm seeing stars behind my eyes.

Before I can recover my breath, Cain takes both of my bound hands into his massive grip, while his other hand slides around to firmly cup the back of my head.

Even as he begins to pull back and slam into me with brutal force, I realize what he's doing—he's holding my head firmly in place, shielding my forehead from smashing violently against the rough bark of the pine.

The realization that even in the absolute height of his feral, dark lust he is protecting me sends my desire roaring into an uncontrollable inferno.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Cain growls, his hips cracking against mine in a punishing, rhythmic assault that shakes my entire frame. "So fucking wet and tight, taking every last inch like you were built just to be fucked by me."

He pounds into me relentlessly, the lustful, wet sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the quiet, moonlit woods.

"You belong to me, Alexis," he sneers against my wet cheek, his grip on my hair tightening just enough to control my movements as he drives deeper, hitting that sweet, sensitive spot inside me until I'm whimpering out of control.

"A little filthy, begging slut crying in the dirt for my cock. Tell me who you belong to!"

"You!" I scream out, my fingers desperate to claw into him as my body spirals toward a blinding, shatteringly intense climax. "I'm yours, Cain! Yours!"

The moment his hand reaches around my torso, his fingers finding my swollen nipple and twisting it hard, my entire world explodes into pure white light.

A shatteringly intense orgasm rips through my core, tearing a raw, breathless scream from my lungs. My body convulses violently, my slick inner walls clamping down like a vice around his thick length.

I weep openly, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably as Cain drives through the wave, his hips slamming into me without mercy, fucking me straight through the peak of the climax.

"Fuck, look at you taking it," Cain growls, his teeth grazing the slope of my neck as he pants heavily. "I'm not done with you yet, doll. Not even close."