Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into her, so fast and fierce it nearly took her breath away. Not even when she had slept with the other men did she feel this kind of arousal, but then again she’d been trying to move on with her life, and put the man she truly loved behind her. It hadn’t worked, not in the least. When their gazes locked, she thought she saw a moment of hesitation reflected in the dark depths of his eyes, but just as quickly as it had appeared a dark mask replaced it.
She let her gaze travel down to the erection she felt throbbing against her belly, felt thicken in her hand. Of course she shouldn’t have been surprised at what she saw, but when she was greeted with a cock that was just as powerfully built as the rest of him, thick and long, hard and big, and pierced right through the tip, her mouth went dry. He stood before her like a god, or maybe the very devil himself. He certainly had done things that others considered evil.
Violet stared down at the thick ring that was pierced through the head of his shaft, and all coherent thought left her. The overhead light caused the silver metal to glint, like a warning of what was to come. Before she could drag her gaze from the sight, he had his hands pressed right on her waist and pushed her panties down. He grabbed her ass next, right below the cheeks, and lifted her off the ground and set her on the table. The cold wood met her overheated flesh, and she bit her lip.
When he leaned forward and started licking and sucking at her pulse point below her ear a surprised gasp left her. She shamelessly leaned into him, seeking more. He closed the gap that separated them, and she felt her pussy become soaked even more. For the first time in her life she was wet naturally, not needing the artificial lubricant to get her to the point where she could tolerate sex with a man. The bare, hot and hard length of him pressed to her spread and exposed pussy. She panted as the metal that adorned his dick cooled her scorching flesh, before warming from her body heat.
His hands on her shoulders made her feel weak, womanly. He pushed her back until she was spread across the table, like some flesh entrée he was about to devour, and God, did Violet want him to devour her until nothing was left. She felt free with him, safe and protected, and knew that he’d never hurt her. She might have been with a few other guys sexually, and attempted to move past the rape that had tried to shape who she was, but the fact remained that Cain was always the one she thought about. It was he who would help her fully heal from the inside out, whether he knew it or not.
He took a step back, and she instantly felt the chill in the room. How in the hell could he stop what they were doing? She felt crazed when he was this near, but Cain looked calm and in control. She still wore her bra, which was where his gaze was trained.
“Remove the bra, Violet … slowly.” His voice, low, commanding, sent a thrill of dark desire through her. Although she knew that right now he was not being as commanding, as dominant as he normally was, she wanted him one hundred percent. Even though that frightened her in a very female, exciting way.
Lifting her arms, she unlatched her bra with shaky fingers. She had never been more thankful for a front clasp, because it was easy to remove, and didn’t prolong what she wanted desperately. When the material was tossed aside, and the chill seeped over her flesh, she knew what her nipples looked like without looking down. The tissue felt sensitive and hard, like the tiny tips could cut into glass. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled as he stood there and watched her, appraised every inch of her, and made her needy. He was aroused, his big dick standing hard and out in front, pointing right at her. The overhead light gleamed off the piercing on his cockhead, and set her inner muscles clenching.
“You trust me, Violet?”
She didn’t hesitate. “I do, with my life.”
“Good, because I’d never hurt you.” He took a step forward, just an inch, but she felt the heat from his body. “I’d kill anyone that hurt you, that thought about harming you.” He stared at her, not speaking after he said that. She had no idea how to respond. Violet knew he meant those words, had seen it firsthand, and felt it in her bones.
She swallowed and wondered if he liked what he saw. His cock straining forward, his gaze on her, and his words, should have told her as much. If the look on his face hadn’t kept her rooted to her spot, she would have jumped off the table and run her hands all over his body, pulling him closer and whispering how much she loved him. But he was a hardcore biker, a man that wasn’t all about soft words and sweet sentiments. He was coarse and aggressive, and the times she had seen him while growing up, had told her that this man was not to be fucked with.