Chapter Four

Fuck, but Cassie felt so good, so tight around his cock. Rage pounded in and out of her. He started with slow strokes at first, before picking up speed. Sweat started to coat their bodies.

It was strange, but every time Rage entered her, it felt like a part of his tainted soul drifted out to touch her pure one. Rage wasn't usually a wizard with words but he had never felt this way with another woman before.

Hookups sustained him whenever he had to fulfill a need but Rage had a feeling that after Cassie, he wasn't going to look at another woman again. They all simply paled compared to her.

Rage shifted the angle of his thrusts, making Cassie arch her back. Ah, so he found her sweet spot. Rage kept at it, making sure his cock brushed against her clit every time. It wasn't long before Cassie hit climax. She came all over his dick, screaming out his name. The sound was like pure music to his ears.

His muscles tensed and his balls tightened against his body. Several thrusts later, the pressure building inside Rage broke. He let out a growl of contentment as he filled her with his seed. They both collapsed on the narrow bed afterward.

Rage reached out, flinging his arm toward her. An invitation he wasn't sure she'd accept. Cassie only crawled next to him, burying her face into his shoulder. Damn, but this felt good too. Rage didn't expect the moment after sex would be as perfect as the deed itself.

"What do you say we forget this all happened once we return to Hanging Cove?" Cassie asked.

Rage turned his face to hers. She shivered when he traced the shape of her cheek with his finger. He liked how she reacted to such a tiny gesture.

"Why would I want to do that?" Rage drawled. "You enjoyed that ride as much as I did. Admit it."

Cassie fell silent, groaning when he gave her left nipple a squeeze. "Fine, I liked it," she said. "But my father would kill us both if he knew."

"I'm not afraid of Breaker," Rage said, pulling away. The moment between them was gone, thanks to Cassie ruining it. Rage slipped out of bed and stretched. He didn't miss Cassie eying him as she bit her bottom lip.

"You should be," Cassie said. "My father's a beast when he's angry."

"Well, so am I, darling." Rage put his pants on and left to use the shared bathroom outside. After he was done, it was Cassie's turn. He waited right outside the door and she snorted.

"Do you think I'll run away?" Cassie asked him.

"As I recall, you liked running away from Breaker, from your problems when you were a teen," Rage said. He knew those words would infuriate her and they did.

"That was a long time ago. I'm a different person now," she said."

"Are you now?" Rage asked. "Prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you. Jerk!"

Cassie slammed the door in his face. He chuckled when she locked it.

Enough games, Rage thought as he waited for her. It was fun, toying with Breaker's little princess, but when it was all said and done, he didn't want Cassie to hate him. Not completely.

****

"What have I done?" Cassie whispered to herself.

She wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the broken mirror hanging above the sink. Cassie was looking at a stranger, a stranger with tired eyes, caked-on makeup, and disarrayed hair. There was even some remnant of lipstick smeared on her lips. Cassie couldn't believe how awful she looked and Rage didn't even comment on it. Of course, the jerk wouldn't.

Did she regret having sex with Rage? Yes. No. Maybe. Cassie didn't know. The walls of the bathroom seemed to close in, suffocating her.

Cassie splashed some water on her face, cleaning away the leftover gunk. She didn't feel one bit better. Rage accused her of running away. She scoffed. Rage didn't know her at all.

She took her time in the shower. Let the jerk wait. She didn't care. While she was shampooing her hair, Rage rapped on the door.

"What?" she demanded when he did it a second and third time.

"How long are you going to take in there? According to the weather app on my phone, it's going to rain again. I want to be gone by then."

"Five minutes," Cassie yelled. Her five minutes turned into fifteen.

"Cassie, I swear I'm going to break this door down if you don't come out right this instant," Rage said.

For some reason, the fury in her voice made her all hot and bothered again. Cassie refused to think about last night, and yet her imagination went on overdrive again. She hated Rage. How was he able to make her feel things no other man had ever done?

Cassie opened the door just as Rage was counting down from ten. He practically growled at her, like some rabid animal.

"What were you doing in there? Masturbating or something?" Rage asked.

"So what if I was?" Cassie demanded.

He chuckled and all the anger emanating from his body melted away. "Baby, if you're craving my cock so soon, you could have just said so."

Cassie raised her hand and was about to slap his arrogant face but he caught her wrist easily. Her pulse raced as he eyed her.

"The last man who raised his hand to me, died while choking on his own blood," Rage told her.

Shaking slightly, she wrenched her wrist back. Cassie didn't think he was lying. Rage seemed to have gone through such an extreme transformation in a short amount of time and part of Cassie—the wild side of her—found that incredibly hot. Of course she would never tell that to his face.

"Get your things, we should have been gone half an hour ago," Rage finally said.

Cassie gathered her purse from the room but when she reached the door, she gave the sleazy motel room one last look. She swallowed, unable to forget last night. She shook her head.For the sake of her sanity, it couldn't happen again.

Cassie headed downstairs to where Rage was waiting next to his motorcycle. He wasn't looking at her but at the skies. She swallowed at the gathering storm clouds. Not again, she thought. They had to reach Hanging Cove by today.

Otherwise, last night's mistake would most likely occur again. After she had a taste of him, Cassie realized she hungered for more. What the hell was wrong with her?

"Get on, Princess. We have plenty of road to cover today," Rage drawled when she didn't make a move. His words woke her up.

"Don't call me that," Cassie blurted.

"I can call you whatever I like," Rage plainly said.

Once Cassie had her helmet on, she mounted his motorcycle. She was loathe to wrap her arms around his body, but Cassie had no other choice.

Cassie hoped that by some miracle, the sky would clear but dark clouds continued to loom on the horizon after a few hours on the road. Soon enough, raindrops started hitting them.

It soon turned into a torrent. Cassie had a feeling Rage didn't want to make another pit spot but the roads were too wet and slippery to continue. Rage picked the closest hotel on his GPS and parked his Harley. They entered the lobby of a bed-and-breakfast, all soaking wet. This motel looked more promising at the very least, Cassie thought.

She eyed the cozy curtains and charming decor in the lobby. The receptionist, an elderly woman by the name of Helen, even distributed dry towels to all the guests. Half an hour later, they entered their room. The motel ran out of twin beds, so Rage and her had to share one bed … again. Rage certainly wasn't going to volunteer to sleep on the floor or couch.

"You can shower first. I'll see if I can find us some late lunch," Rage said.

Huh. That was unexpectedly thoughtful of him. When she emerged from the bathroom, there was a sandwich on a plate along with a mug of coffee.

Judging by the second empty plate and mug, Rage had already eaten while she was showering.

"Yeah, we'll be delayed for one more day," Rage was saying on his cell phone.

He ended the call when Cassie grabbed one plate and sat on the edge of the bed. This motel thankfully provided robes, full ones at that.

"Who was that? Breaker?" Cassie asked.

"Yup," was all Rage said. "Eat, before the food gets cold."

"Don't boss me around," Cassie said, reaching for the plate.

As Cassie devoured her food, she didn't miss Rage's gaze lingering on the slit of her robe. Flushing, she set her plate down and quickly retied the belt.

"Don't bother. I've seen everything and trust me, sweetheart, you have nothing to hide," Rage said.

She glared at him furiously. It seemed to have no effect on Rage, because he started taking off his wet clothes without warning.

Cassie didn't look away, she guiltily took in his gorgeously inked and well-toned body. Rage smirked at her before entering the bathroom. He left the door unlocked, she noticed. An open invitation?

Cassie swallowed. Surely, that little strip show wasn't for her sake … was it? It took Cassie less than a minute to make up her mind. She rose from the bed, set the plate aside, and tiptoed to the bathroom door. Opening it, she caught a glimpse of Rage in the shower.

Rage opened his eyes, as if he knew she was there, gawking at him like some teenager who caught her crush in a compromising position.

"Take off your robe and join me," Rage said.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't take well to orders," Cassie said. It wasn't too late for her to walk out of the bathroom. This was a bad idea anyway. Their first time might be accidental but the second time?

Cassie slipped out of her robe and joined him in the tiny shower cubicle. Once she stepped foot in there, Rage closed his hand on her shoulder. Then he reversed their positions, trapping Cassie against the wall.

Her heart hammered. A shiver of anticipation and heady fear slipped down her spine at the contact of his bare skin against hers. Her nipples tightened and her pussy grew wet. Feverish want swept through her entire body, holding it captive.

Rage pinned her arms above her head and kissed her like he meant it. Cassie kissed him back. Gripping his shoulders, she mounted him like a tree.

Cassie wrapped her legs around his waist. Rage shoved his tongue down her throat. Then he entered her without apology. Cassie let out a muffled moan as he started riding her, rough and without apology.

When he released her mouth, she only screamed for more. Self-loathing coiled inside her. This was so wrong, so dirty, and yet the devilish part of her relished every moment of it.

Rage pounded her against the wall, until she was spent. Emitting a cry of pleasure, Cassie closed her teeth over the side of his neck and bit him. That triggered his own climax. Rage held her close, as he emptied his seed inside her cunt.

It took a few seconds for Cassie to recover. Her legs were shaky as he lowered her until her feet touched the cool tiles. Rage didn't let go of her right away, and for that she was grateful. Trembling, Cassie rested her chin on his shoulder while he stroked her back, his touch possessive.

"The two of us make a good team, don't we?" Rage asked.

She didn't raise her head, because she didn't want him to see the expression on her face.

While she didn't agree with him, Cassie didn't vehemently disagree with him either. Something inside her had chanced … and she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.