Page 137 of Cain
Because the truth is, no answer matters here. Not when the rules are written in fear and control. Not when kindness is just another weakness to exploit.
I know how twisted this is—how wrong. But saying that out loud, to him, would be pointless.
“Hmm.” He hums quietly, his brown eyes roaming all over me, intimidating me to the core. He pushes off the doorframe and steps in. “You’re quieter than usual,” he says, almost amused. “Starting to learn your place? No fight left? Or are you just figuring out it’s easier when you don’t pretend?”
I need to defend myself and deflect him. I crane my neck and meet his eyes defiantly. “My place is next to Cain.”
But that doesn’t deter him. He prowls closer, making me take small steps back until I meet the wall. Calmly, he rests his hand next to me and peers into my eyes, but he doesn’t talk.
“Back off,” I growl, holding his gaze.
He smirks, clearly amused. “I can see why Cain likes you,” he says with a hoarse voice as he touches the ends of my loose hair.
I am cautious with my movements. I’m trying not to touch him, not even to push him back.
“I think you’re the one who forgets his place.”
He lets out an eerie chuckle that makes my skin crawl. “You talk like someone with control.”
“Landon, back off!” I say firmly, my heart pounding in my chest.
“He’s a fool for letting you wander around like that,” he says as he continues to play with my hair. “Such a pretty little thing like you, out here alone … with things far worse than me watching.” He tilts his head, a sinister smirk crossing his face. “Either he’s stupid, or he doesn’t care what happens to you. If it were me … I’d handle you differently.”
My fear dissolves into anger, and I become furious in an instant.
I slap his hand away from my hair. “You are the fool. I should have let him kill you.”
“But you didn’t. And here I am, wondering why,” he says, tracing his fingers along my jawline.
I slap his hand again. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
He snatches my face and pins me harder against the wall. “Damn, you’re sexy when you fight back. Women like you turn me on so much, I feel like acting like a savage.”
“Zkurvený parchant!” I curse loudly as I try to slap him, but he snatches my wrist in the air.Fucking bastard!
“So much for ‘violence is not the solution,’ huh?”
“Ty zkurvenej parchante! Já te zabiju!” I hiss through gritted teeth, my gaze piercing through his eyes.I will kill that fucking bastard myself!
“I know you’re into savages and primal behavior. Cain is such a wuss when it comes to you. He’s so gentle when you clearly don’t like it that way,” he whispers against my cheek, jamming my face in his hand. “He doesn’t know what to do with a mouth like yours. I’d fuck the attitude right out of it.”
Breathless, I yank myself, trying to escape his grip.
“You think I don’t know exactly how you sound when you’re trembling with pleasure?” He turns my head and licks my neck. No matter how strong I hit him, he’s stronger than me. “I’m just wondering,” he growls in my ear, tracing his filthy fingers between my thighs, “how you’ll sound like when I am inside you and make you scream into the wall while you pretend you hate it.”
“He will kill you.Iwill make sure of it!” I hiss furiously.
He pulls out his gun and presses it against my belly. “Then let’s go and tell him together.”
I freeze, but my breathing becomes louder, and I pant. Oh, God, what do I do now?
“Get your filthy hands off her.”
I turn my head and see Grayson standing at the end of the hallway, his arms at his sides, ready to jump in and help me.
“Grayson,” he sings. “Of course you’d show up and fuck up the vibe.”
“Grayson,” I pant.
