Page 142 of Full Throttle

They cleared the room, and once the front door of the house shut in the distance, I took a step towards her. “Your first night here, in St. Louis, at Sullie’s loft, I snuck in while you were sleeping,” I explained, my eyes holding hers. She was going to get the truth. This was the last secret between us. I was done keeping secrets. “I walked back to that bedroom, watched the woman I loved, a woman I’d thought I lost, sleeping soundly.”

“Cain,” she whispered, her hand going to the back of her neck. She looked to the screens and then back to me, her eyes wide. “What’s in my neck?”

“A tracker,” I said simply.

I expected anger.

I expected shock.

Hell, I even expected fear.

The last thing I expected was the next words out of her mouth. “Did you do it because you loved me?”

I huffed a humorless laugh as I said, “Of course I fucking did. There was no way in hell I was losing you again.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “You’re crazy, you know that right?”

“Been that way since day one, baby,” I confirmed, taking another step towards her. “You going to run from me, clover?”

Her lip trembled as I reached out and cupped her jaw. “Because I don’t give a fuck if that’s crazy,” I quipped, pointing to the screen, baring my teeth to her. “All I’ve done since you came to St. Louis is watch you, love you, and protect you. That’s never going to change. If you choose to leave me over this, it won’t change.”

“Cain—”

“Watched my fucking brother die yesterday, Nik. After that, there’s not a chance in hell I won’t be watching your every fucking move. You hear me? I know I’m going to survive this. I know I’m strong enough to survive losing Xander.” I pulled her to me, her soft body pressing against mine. “What I won’t survive is losing you, Dominique Wells. I’ll be spending the rest of my fucking life watching over you, whether you’re with me or not.” Her eyes bounced back and forth between mine as I held her jaw, my lips a breath away from hers.

“No one has ever cared for me as much as you do, Cain Donovan. The way you love me is perfect,” she whispered.

Those words rocked me to my core, right down to my fucking soul.

In the next second, both of my hands were in that fucking messy bun that drove me insane, her back against the wall as I claimed her lips. A soft whimper came from her as her arms shot up, wrapping around my neck.

I don’t know what the hell it was, and when I was old and gray and looking back on this day, I still wouldn’t be able to explain it—this feeling eating me alive, a raw, unfamiliar hunger for my beauty. Those words snapped a cord inside me, and as she whimpered against my lips, taking my harsh kisses as I drank from her, I bent, lifting her up.

Nothing else mattered right now, not after those words.

Nothing but her.

Like the good girl she was, her legs immediately wrapped around my hips. I pulled one of my hands from her hair, dropping it between us, my fingers working my belt. “Need you,” I rasped against her. “Need to show my woman how much I care for her, how much I love her.”

She whimpered against me, pressing her chest into mine.

“Please, baby,” I begged, my voice ragged. “Give Daddy this little pussy. He needs it.”

She broke from me, gasping at my filthy words. “Cain—God! Yes!” she moaned, her hands dropping between us in a rush, ready for us to be connected. “Let me take my panties off,” she said, breathless as I pulled my aching cock out.

“Nah, gonna fuck you with them on,” I told her, shutting her up again with my lips. I slapped her hands away, dipping in between her legs, my knuckles brushing up against the damp cotton of her panties. “Jesus,” I muttered against her lips before yanking them to the side. “My hungry little cunt.”

“Take me, Cain,” she whispered, desperation in her voice.

Fisting my cock, I lined myself up with her pussy and snapped my hips, thrusting all the way inside of her. Her walls fluttered around me, and I had to grind my molars to stop from jetting inside her. My hands went to her ass as hers went into my hair, and I held her eyes as I whispered, “Stay still for me. Just take Daddy’s cock, okay?”

My words undid her, and she gasped as her head fell back.

I pulled out and shoved my cock back inside her tight hole, thinking clearly for the first time in over sixteen hours. Fuck, this woman.

She was fucking ground zero.

She was my home.

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