Page 37 of Cain
With a clear of my throat, swiftly I take the glass. I mean, what else can I do when I have a sadistic killer right in front of me?
“Cheers.” He clinks our glasses and gives me a warm smile.
He looks different. Calmer. More approachable. What if he’s drunk? Perhaps if I play along and go with the flow, I’ll manage to convince him to let me go. Or I can even escape. I need to be smart.
He sips. “You don’t drink, huh?”
“No. I hate alcohol.”
“Such a heavy word for a pure soul like you.” He sips again.
“You say my soul is pure when you compare it to yours?” I hiss, feeling the anger sizzling inside me again.
He looks down at me, tilting his head to the side, and smirks wickedly. Instantly, I regret what I said. What if he snaps again? “I-I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“What?”
He lowers his head and steps closer, towering over me with an intimidating expression. He gently grips my chin and raises my head to meet his gaze.
“You’re sorry for what?”
“For talking like that to you.”Shit, Katerina. Why did you say it?
“You are allowed to say whatever you like, sugar. Talking nicely is not one of the rules.”
“Sugar?” I whisper, my lashes flickering.
He slips his hand on my nape and softly pulls me closer. “When I see you or think of you, all I want to do is stick my tongue inside you and lick you until you melt under my touch.”
I gulp. His thumb brushes over my lower lip while his other hand grips my hair tightly, and he brings his lips to my ear.
“I want to shove my cock so deeply into you that you’ll squeal with anguish and pleasure. And just when you think you can’t take me any further, I’ll push harder to show you how much deeper your little pussy can take me.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and my breath comes fast. Why do I start picturing what he just said? Why do I want to hear more? My mind says it’s wrong, but my body … my body shudders under his touch. I feel weak, listening to his gruff and commanding voice.
No, I need to restrain myself.
“You’re crossing the line. You don’t have the right to talk to me like that.”
“There’s a thin line between crossing your limits and pushing your boundaries, Katerina.” He bites his lower lip. “And I’d gladly do both.”
He lets go of me and moves away. God, what was that?
“Do you like the piano?” He settles onto the bench.
I clear my throat again, attempting to hide his effect on me. “Yeah, I like it.” His fingers slowly press the keys, creating a melody. “You know how to play?” I ask.
“My mother taught me,” he says, and a bright and genuine smile lacing his well-shaped lips.
Even monsters have mothers and fathers. However, he’s just piqued my interest. I stand and walk closer to him. His fingers graze the buttons softly as if he were trying to feel the vibrations and the melody underneath them. He closes his eyes and presses the first notes.
My eyes widen. He grins softly and continues playing. The melody is so tender that it could guide even the darkest soul closer to heaven. How can a savage man like him know a beautiful melody like this?
I feel … captivated.
Torn.
