CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I hadn’t realized how horny I was until I looked down and saw him on his knees over me with his cock out.

God, he was gorgeous, every tattooed, muscled inch of him. His cock was big—much bigger than I’d expected for some reason, maybe so big it looked a little painful. The dark hair on his groin was neatly trimmed. I skimmed my eyes up his length, and my brows rose as I got to the tip, hard and slightly curved upwards.

I blinked. He had a…well, that was unexpected.

“What’s that?”

He ran his lean fingers down to the head. “It’s a piercing. Why so surprised? You’ve got one.”

I shook my head, a tingle going all the way down to my clit. His piercing looked so different from mine—mine was tiny, just big enough to clip a charm onto. His was a thick ring running through the opening of his dick and out the underside, the perfect place to hit my G-spot. It was so distracting I barely noticed the tattoos around the base and under the hair on his groin.

My stomach swooped.

I’d wanted to feel him inside so badly, I couldn’t keep myself from rubbing on him, but now, I needed to explore him more than anything. I pushed myself up on my knees and reached out…hesitating and looking up for approval.

“Go on,” he said.

His cobalt gaze churned like dark water. The lean muscle down his stomach quivered and tightened. I swallowed—was my mouth watering? When my hand wrapped around his hot base, his head fell back.

A soft groan escaped his lips, and knowing I was the cause of it sent a rush of heat down my stomach to my thighs. My hips shifted, and a bit of wetness slipped down the inside of my left thigh. For some reason, that sensation jerked me out of the moment.

“Caden,” I whispered.

He lifted his head, meeting my eyes. The air between us felt fragile, like fine blown glass threads connected our bodies. Like if we made the wrong move, we’d shatter something precious.

“Should…we do this?” I managed past my dry throat.

“It’s just sex,” he said, his voice oddly hoarse.

For some reason, I didn’t believe him. It wasn’t just sex for me—it was that first night in his kitchen, all the times I’d glanced at him and he was already looking at me. It was the way he’d driven me home when I couldn’t drive myself and walked back to the city. It was the way he’d grabbed my waist the second he felt my fear outside the rest stop.

It was the way we were somehow tuned into each other without meaning to be.

He was everything I couldn’t have.

The exact opposite of who my father wanted me with.

And yet, I couldn’t deny that the moment I’d laid eyes on him in that bar, my carefully curated world started to crack.

But I couldn’t admit that to him, not when we were both at odds, on either side of two worlds that could never intertwine.

So, I shook my head. “Just sex,” I repeated.

He leaned in, gently pushing me down onto my back. His lower body settled over mine, his hard cock digging into my thigh as his hot breath washed over my face.

My heart increased, far faster than when I’d seen his dick. He was going to kiss me with that perfect, sculpted mouth.

My eyes fluttered shut.

His lips brushed mine. They parted…and oh God, the heat and taste of him spilled through my mouth.

The rest of the world evaporated. His mouth pressed to mine, opening to let me moan into it. My hand slid up his smooth back and gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. My legs curled around the backs of his thighs and pulled him close.

The tip of his tongue swiped mine, tasting like the possibility that he could ruin my entire life. I opened my mouth, too drunk on him to do anything but invite him in. Not one brain cell was working in my head, but every other part of my body was alive, welcoming him in for more, begging him to ruin me.

I had to have him.

“Inside,” I gasped, snapping my eyes open.

He kissed the side of my throat. “What?” he murmured.

“Explore later,” I panted. “Just put it in now. Please.”

I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. He was huge, and I hadn’t had sex in a while, but that wasn’t stopping us. He trailed kisses down to my collarbones, lifting his hips so he could reach between our bodies. The hot head of his cock pushed against my soaked opening. The muscles in his lower back rippled, and a little spark of pain moved through my hips.

“Hold on,” I gritted.

He paused, dark gaze flicking over my face. “You’re not…you’ve done this before?” he asked hoarsely.

Heat washed over my face. “Yes, I’m just…out of practice.”

“How out of practice?”

“Five years,” I admitted.

“I don’t have lube,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting to have sex.”

I shook my head. “I’m very wet. I just need patience.”

He bent in, nuzzling my neck. “I can do that.”

His hips moved closer, and the head of his cock stretched me a little more, then more…until it slipped inside.

We both gasped, our bodies going perfectly still. Something sparked very far off in my mind—or my body. It was hard to tell, like a part of me had been in the dark for a long time and his touch lit a match.

“You….” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said.

“It’s just….”

“I know,” he said huskily.

There was no extra room, but it didn’t hurt. Pure electricity ran through where our bodies joined, like a live wire. He pushed deeper, and I felt the piercing slide up my sensitive muscles. Not precisely; it was more a general feeling of there being something inside me that felt good.

My clit throbbed as he settled in me, sheathed to the hilt. There was definitely some pressure up against my cervix, but not enough that it hurt. Or maybe he was keeping some of his weight off me.

My body tingled and buzzed. My acrylic nails dug into his back until the muscle in his jaw twitched. He pulled back an inch and thrust in slowly. To my surprise, I loosened, and my stomach swooped.

Oh, that felt good.

He swept his eyes over me, lifting his hand and cupping my breast. His thumb had a little tattoo on it I’d never noticed before now. I couldn’t tell what it was, because he started using that thumb to circle my nipple and I forgot all about it. Pleasure surged, and I clenched down on him.

The corner of his mouth jerked up. This time, it wasn’t arrogant.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, voice low.

My jaw went slack. Something about the way his heavy-lidded eyes fixed on me as he said it—cock still buried deep inside—felt so…honest. Like for the first time since we’d met, there wasn’t any bullshit between us.

My lips cracked, and my hands skimmed down his side and around his chest, resting on his firm pecs where he had a smattering of dark hairs. My thumb lightly caressed the faint raised ink of his tattoos.

“Say that again.” My words tumbled out in a rush.

“Good girl?” He cocked his head.

I nodded, pushing down my embarrassment. He shifted his hips, withdrawing almost all the way. I tensed involuntarily as he pushed back in despite how soaked I was. My spine arched, and his hand came down, gripping my upper thigh and lifting my hips to give his cock more room.

He bottomed out, and my eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he said, voice rasping.

“Oh God,” I whimpered.

He braced his other hand on the bed and his abs rippled. He was in ridiculously good shape, and the control he had over his body amazed me. Even as someone who did yoga every morning, I didn’t think I could hold myself up with one hand, someone else’s hips with the other, and thrust with perfect precision.

His lips parted, elation moving through his eyes as I gasped. He knew what the fuck he was doing, there was no doubt about it. I’d expected that to some degree, but not like this.

I’d never guessed it would feel like this.

I bit my lip, the desire to be loud overwhelming me. When I was dating my first boyfriend, he’d dropped an offhand comment that I made too much noise in bed. After that, I was sure to keep it down to ladylike sighs and a little moan here and there. The last thing in the world I wanted was for Caden to tell me to be quiet.

“Does it feel good?” he panted, withdrawing halfway.

I nodded, eyes rolling back as he pushed in again.

“Can you take it hard?”

His heavy eyes were hungry, taking over my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, down between my thighs to the wet ring on my clit.

I nodded, although I wasn’t sure.

How hard was hard for him?

He pulled out and flipped me over, so hard and fast that the wind was knocked from my lungs. Before I could manage to protest, he gripped my wrist and placed my hand on the headboard. My heart skipped a beat.

Oh, this wasn’t sex. I was getting fucked.

His breath burned the back of my neck. He released my hand, and I started to draw back, but he clicked his tongue.

“Better keep that there, sweetheart,” he said.

There was an undercurrent of darkness in his voice, so I obeyed, face flushed. He slapped me hard across the ass, sending a jolt of pain that went all the way to the soles of my feet, making my toes curl.

“You’d better fucking behave, Johansen,” he growled.

Arousal surged between my legs, and I swore, I dripped down my leg. No one talked to me like that. No one ever handled me like this—rough, like he knew I could take it.

He pushed in, and I could tell he was holding back.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he hissed from between his teeth.

I started to nod, but he gripped my hips with both hands and slammed into me. My mouth fell open, and I forgot to be quiet. A yelp followed by a moan burst out, and he purred, like a growl deep in his chest.

“That”s more like it,” he said, working his hips. “Don’t hold back. I’m going to make you fucking scream.”

He slammed into me again, the force shoving the bed into the wall. Whoever was on the other side of the wall could definitely hear us. I just hoped they couldn’t hear the embarrassing whimpers coming from me, or his heavy breaths and the low moans rumbling through his chest on the instroke.

His long, tattooed fingers slid up my side and ran down my lower belly, slipping over my clit until he found the little silver piercing. He groaned, sinking down until his other hand covered mine on the headboard. His lean stomach curved against my back, his warmth heavenly.

We both froze as he explored my clit with his finger and thumb, feeling the piercing all slippery with my arousal.

“Why’d you have this done?” he breathed.

In my delirious state, it didn’t occur to me to lie. “I wanted to rebel, but it had to be a secret. It’s silly, but I like it.”

He hummed, pumping his hips just enough so the steel bar rubbed my front wall, and my eyes rolled back.

“Not silly,” he said. “It’s sweet.”

Sweet wasn’t the word I’d expected. “What do you mean?”

His fingers moved over my clit, stroking it so gently, I felt every rotation. My thighs shuddered and my knees almost gave out, but his grip on my hand tightened, keeping me in place so he could pump into me as he plied my clit.

“I noticed the charm on it the first time,” he breathed. “I remember pulling your panties to the side and thinking it was sweet.”

I’d turned that memory over and over in my head. I’d caught my breath as he dropped to his knees, hooking his thumb under the wet fabric of my panties.

The muscle in his jaw had twitched. He’d cocked his head, lips parting.

Like he saw something he liked.

Breathlessly, I’d watched as he leaned in and curled his tongue around the little bow charm and sucked.

All at once, it was too much.

I jerked back to the present, where I was drowning in him. The gentle caress of his piercing. The memory of his mouth between my legs that night. The smell of him, the lean hotness of his body against mine, inside me.

My pussy tightened, and I felt something roll in like a storm, less of a rumble and more of a volcanic eruption.

“Oh God,” I burst out. “I’m going to—oh!”

My body shuddered as an orgasm hit me like a tsunami. My legs gave way, and he caught me and sat back on his heels, still inside me, still holding me against his chest. His hips pumped slow and steady, rubbing that steel bar up against my G-spot as I came.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned. “That’s my girl.”

His lean hand ran up my stomach, between my breasts, and clenched around my throat, applying even pressure to the side of my neck as his hips worked, rubbing that exact spot. I couldn’t move even if he wanted to let me. I just lay against his hard chest and shook.

Something ran down the inside of my thigh. He moaned softly as he rode my orgasm out, not speaking, barely breathing, just fucking me through it, holding me close until the last ebbs of pleasure were wrung from my body.

He shifted, withdrawing and pushing all the way back in. “That’s good, fuck…you did so good for me.”

My brain was a clean slate. My mouth made a spent, desperate sound, like a strangled moan. He pulled free, releasing a gush of wetness onto the bed. Mortified, I stared down at it.

I had done that.

No, he’d made me do that.

His tattooed fingers tightened, his mouth dragged down the side of my throat, and against my thigh, his cock twitched.

“Gonna fuck your pussy hard now, butterfly,” he murmured.

I whimpered. He didn’t stand on ceremony. Before I could react, he flipped me onto my back and pushed a pillow under my hips. His eyes burned, his throat flushed. A trickle of sweat etched down the hard line of his abs. My thighs trembled as his fingers dug into them, pulling me close.

He pushed back inside, and I cried out. My pussy was so sensitive from my orgasm that I could feel every inch of his cock as he entered me. He seated himself, bracing his hands on either side of my head. Our eyes locked, his dark and dangerous, mine stained with tears.

“My pussy,” he rasped.

Shock moved out like a ripple as my dry lips parted. “Not…yours.”

“Tonight it is,” he said, his voice dropping until it was almost a growl. “Tonight, you’re my slut, Circe, and I’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant.”

Heat moved like a wave over my face. Prickly sweat broke out between my breasts. Was it bad that I was turned on by that?

“What?” I whispered.

He struck my thigh, sending pain stinging down to the sole of my foot. His eyes were serious. “I’m going to fill your tight cunt up with my cum, get you knocked up. Make you mine.”

Never in a million years did I imagine that Caden Payne had a breeding kink. I was aware of what that meant, but not what it would look like in action. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded once, unsure what I was signing up for.

He pumped his hips, pressing me back against the bed. My hips bent back over the pillow, giving him the last bit of space. He was so deep, it hurt, but it was a sweet, pleasant ache that made me feel so full, I had to bite my tongue to keep quiet.

He dragged his cock out and thrust. “That good, sweetheart?”

I nodded, my fingers digging into the sheets. He bent, and his lips grazed mine.

Fuck, he tasted so good that any shreds of reservation melted. I parted my lips for him and let him consume my breath, kissing me like he’d never tasted anything as good as my mouth and tongue.

A ripple moved through his body as his heavy lids fluttered.

“You’re going to take my cum,” he breathed. “You”re going to be a good girl and take it all in your pussy.”

I couldn’t do anything but whimper, but that was enough for him. His hips sped up, rutting into me so hard, the bed shook. The distant, heavy expression he always had in his eyes disappeared. Replacing it was hunger, sharp, like a predatory animal.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

His spine arched, and my legs locked around his lower back, instinctively pulling him into my deepest point. He groaned and collapsed, catching himself at the last minute. His face buried against my neck, and his hips shuddered.

I felt it—I felt the distant warmth, the twitch, inside me.

The world spun around us. My fingers smarted from digging at the sheets.

He released a slow breath, pushing himself up so he could look me in the eyes.

“Honestly,” he said hoarsely, “I usually last longer.”

We both laughed awkwardly, breathlessly. He disengaged his hips and pulled from me, sending a little hint of pain through me. I started to push myself up, but he planted his hand on my stomach and pushed me back down.

“No, you keep that inside,” he said firmly.

I wasn’t sure if I was turned on or mortified. He peeled himself from the bed and grabbed the cigarettes from the desk by the window. His pants were on the floor, and he put them on before unlatching the balcony door. My head felt light, my legs made of water.

He lit a cigarette and stood in the open door, that heavy stare back in place, lean body looking like a Greek sculpture in the doorway. I turned my head, and our eyes met. The air crackled between us, and the silence felt loud.

“I’m...I guess I should go,” I whispered.

He took a slow drag, expelling the smoke through his nose. “You hungry?”

Surprisingly, I found I was starving. I pushed myself up against the headboard, and this time, he didn’t stop me. Between my legs, I felt his cum trickle out and soak into the bed.

I hoped, in the depths of my soul, that my birth control held up.

“Yeah, I could eat,” I whispered.

He stabbed out his cigarette and went to get his shirt. I couldn’t keep my eyes to myself as he pulled it on, drawing it down over that lean stomach. The faded crossed tire irons flashed at me before he adjusted his neckline.

Those meant something to him. I could tell.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

He paused by the door. “I’m getting you something to eat.”

I bit my lip, confused. “Why?”

A line appeared between his brows. “Because I fucked you. I might be an asshole, but I’m not going to fuck you and kick you out without at least feeding you.”

I nodded, still so stunned, I couldn’t formulate a full sentence. He left, and I heard his footfalls die away in the hall. Slowly, I got to my feet and went to the bathroom.

I was a mess, damp hair tangled. There must have been some mascara left on my lashes, because it was smudged under my eyes. My lower lip was pink with a little bite mark.

I grabbed a handful of tissues and braced one knee on the edge of the tub. Wetness was smeared on the inside of my thighs. It smelled like him. Gently, I reached down and ran my finger over it. There was no one to see me, so I could do exactly what I wanted.

Quickly, I licked the tip of my finger.

Salty, clean, a little soapy.

Between my legs, my pussy pulsed, and more of him slid down my thigh. My stomach swooped and my heart fluttered. There was something so primal, so satisfying, about having part of him inside me.

I bit my lip, letting my head fall back.

This man was going to be my downfall.