Cain's Darkness(19)

“You don’t love me, Violet.”

“I do, Cain, and you can’t tell me I don’t.”

He opened his eyes, staring right at her, and she wished that she could touch him, have the guts to just take what she wanted. “You don’t love me because I am not the man for you. I could give you a hundred different reasons why I’m bad news for a good, sweet girl like you.”

Her heart beat loud in her ears. “I’m not a girl anymore. I know what I want, and what I want is you.”

He didn’t move, didn’t speak, and she feared that she had said the thing that would finally push him away. Yeah, he always said he’d be there for her, and she believed him with her very soul, but there was bound to be a point where he couldn’t take anymore, couldn’t be around her because she wouldn’t back down on her feelings. Violet refused to back away. She had waited long enough to be with the man she loved, to finally be able to express how she felt. Whether he accepted her was not the issue. The issue was her being able to finally look him in the face, on her own terms, and without the feel of the walls closing in on her as she stared at him in that prison, closing her off. This was her life, and she wanted this more than anything. She wanted Cain more than anything.

“No, you’re not a girl anymore,” he said almost to himself. “Believe me, Violet, I’ve noticed, but that doesn’t change that you’re too good for the likes of me.”

“That isn’t your decision to make.” The silence stretched between them after she spoke. “Don’t you feel anything for me more than the need to make sure I’m okay?” She knew he did, felt it in her heart, but she wanted to hear him say it. She needed to hear Cain say it.

But instead of answering like she thought he would, he made this low sound in his throat, grabbed her around the back of her head, and pulled her close. He pressed his mouth against hers, and this gasp left her. She was frozen in place, unsure if this was really happening. It didn’t matter though because the feel of his lips on hers, moving rough, hard, and demanding, had every rational thought leaving her brain. The way he held her, kissed her, made her feel wholly feminine and possessed ... exactly how she wanted to feel with Cain. She felt the heat, the need in his touch. She was helpless to stop it, but she didn’t want to, ever.

He placed his other hand against her lower back, and she gasped from the searing heat of that lone touch. When he pulled her closer, she moaned at the feel of his erection pressed against her belly. He was frantic with his kisses, becoming even more demanding as the seconds ticked by. But Violet wanted this, wanted more of it, harder and rougher, and wanted Cain to make her feel like there wasn’t any other person on this planet for him. Whether that was the truth was still left to be said, because Cain wasn’t a man of many words, but she didn’t care right now, because right now this was all she needed.





Chapter Eight



It was like something snapped inside of Cain, like he was saying fuck it and finally taking what he wanted. This was his little girl’s best friend, a woman he considered family because she had been in their lives for so long. But now he was kissing her like he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t stand the thought of not being with her. It was wrong, so damn wrong, yet he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t help himself. She tasted sweet and faintly of the whiskey she’d drunk, and he wanted more.

They were both frantic with their need, and although he should stop, that didn’t mean he was in his right mind to do that. All he kept thinking about was finally having her, finally touching her in the way he had always fantasized like some kind of sick fucking pervert. Yeah¸ they were both adults, and she wasn’t a child anymore, but he was fucking forty-five years old, and even though she was in her mid-twenties that didn’t mean this was okay. She was Fallina’s childhood friend, but this woman was telling him she loved him, had wanted him for a long time. Damn, he had wanted her for a long time as well.

This isn’t right. She’s too young for you, and fucking Violet for shit’s sake.

Yet he kept kissing her, kept pulling her closer to his body, so damn close he knew she could feel the massive hard-on he sported. He broke the kiss, a semblance of reality slamming into him. He stared down at her, saw the way she stared up at him with her big, round bright green eyes. Her black hair was a wild mess of waves around her face, and although he shouldn’t be thinking the horrid thoughts about her being hurt by the bastard he had killed with pleasure, he couldn’t help it.