Page 64 of Ravaged By a Devil

I pull against my restraints, straining toward him, completely consumed by the storm he's unleashed.

"Harder," I gasp, my voice trembling with surrender. "Don't hold back, Cain. Harder."

His jaw tightens, a dangerous spark flaring in his dark eyes as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“You asked for the monster, doll,” he growls harshly against my skin, his hands gripping my hips as he holds me firmly against his relentless rhythm. “Now you’re going to take every single second of it.”

He shifts onto one knee, changing the angle as he drives into me again.

“Cain!” I scream. “I’m coming again. Cain. Cain. Ca—ugh!”

He drives into me three more times before I shatter for the second time tonight. As the waves of my orgasm wash over me, he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you shatter for me like this.” His voice breaks into a rough groan. “Fuck. You’re going to make me come too. Fuck.”

He thrusts once more before his entire body tenses, then crumbles beneath the force of his own release.

For a long time, the only sound in the dark bedroom is the heavy, ragged sound of our breathing.

The raw, predatory energy that filled the room settles into a thick, quiet calm. Cain pushes himself up on one forearm, his dark eyes searching my face in the dim light. The ruthless intensity from before has softened, replaced by a deep, possessive warmth.

Without a word, he reaches up and undoes the restraints at my wrists, gently massaging the red marks left behind on my skin. He unfastens my ankles next, pulling my trembling body flush against his warm chest and wrapping his arms around me.

I sink into his hold, resting my forehead against the hollow of his throat, completely spent and entirely satisfied.

“I’ll let you rest for a while,” he says darkly. “But I’m not done with you. The night has just begun.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

CAIN

I sit in the quiet, dim expanse of The Blackwood's private garage, my broad hands resting on the leather steering wheel of my car as the steady hum of the exhaust fills the cool night air. I’m waiting for Alexis to wrap up her shift so I can drive her straight back to my estate.

I’m completely aware of how this looks. I know I’m getting consumed by her—losing my grip, inch by inch, to a girl who refuses to bow.

Just last night, we had torn through each other until the sun came up. We fucked all night long, and then, I dragged her underneath me and took her again this morning before finally dropping her off at her apartment.

And now, sitting out here in the dark, all I can fucking think about is doing it again.

I’ve never been a man to stick around. I’ve never had sex with the same woman more than a handful of times before getting bored and moving on.

But Alexis... she’s still buried deep under my skin. The strange thing is, I know for a fact she’s sore. I wasn’t particularly gentle with her last night—which was entirely her own fault for goading me, pushing every single button I have until I snapped.

So when we get to my place tonight, we probably won't even have sex. I just want her there. I just need her in my space, breathing my air, under my roof where I know she's safe.

What the fuck am I doing?

Before I can spiral deeper into the thought, the service door swings open. Alexis hurries out into the garage, her eyes sweeping over the rows of vehicles until they land on mine. She steps briskly across the concrete, yanks open the passenger door and slips into the leather seat.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she breathes out, pulling her seatbelt over her shoulder and letting out a sigh. "George was being an absolute ass at the end of the shift."

My ears perk up instantly. I freeze, turning my head toward her, my gaze cutting through the dim cabin light.

"Who's George?" I rumble, my voice dropping an octave.

Alexis leans her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes. "My boss. The manager."

"Hmm."