Cain's Darkness(39)

The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the room. The noise wasn’t off-putting, and instead had her pussy becoming soaked again, and her inner muscles clenching hard around him.

“Fuck, yeah. Do it again, baby. Squeeze my fucking dick.”

A wave of pleasure slammed into her, taking her breath and having her moan. She did what he said, and they both gasped in pleasure. She never would have thought anal sex could be so pleasurable. Reaching around her body and finding her clit, Cain pinched the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers. Lights flashed behind her closed lids, and just like that she came again. Her body shook from the pleasure, and she took comfort in the all-consuming ecstasy that stole her very sanity, and that washed through her because of this man.

He placed his big hand on the center of her back and continued to push in and out of her. “Here I come, baby.” He came long and hard, shuddering behind her as he emptied himself. His words were sharp like broken glass, and another shiver wracked her already exhausted body. When he pulled out of her, she immediately collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted and sated. Limbs feeling weightless, and her pussy and ass still clenching, Violet let a smile flitter over her mouth. When the bed dipped, and she felt Cain move off of it, she couldn’t even muster the energy to look at him. Then she felt him return and get back on the bed moments later. The feeling of a warm, wet rag being moved over her ass and pussy had her opening her eyes and glancing over her shoulder.

“How do you feel, baby?” He set the rag aside and lay beside her. When he wrapped his thick arm around her waist and moved her so she was on her side with her back nestled to his chest, she felt content and protected.

“I feel used, but in a very, very good way.”

His chuckle had low vibrations coming from his chest and moving through her back. Brushing away the hair from the back of her neck, he placed a kiss at her nape. “Go on, baby, get some sleep.”

Her eyes were heavy, she was pleasantly content in everything that had just transpired, and falling asleep in Cain’s arms was a godsend. Yes, this was what she had wanted from the moment she realized she loved Cain. Violet was finally getting her dream, even if it was wrapped up in leather, denim, and was the most dangerous person she knew.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too.”

He tightened his arms around her. “I don’t know how to be a good man. I don’t know how to be good enough for you, baby, but I’ll try. I’ll keep trying until the day I die.”

He’d already proved what a good man he was, but hearing him say it with so much love and determination had her closing her eyes and thanking the heavens things worked out the way they did.





Chapter Fifteen



Cain sat in the chair, his arms resting on the leather bar in front of him as Pierce inked his back. The sting of the needle going into his flesh was painful as much as it was calming.

“It’s looking good, man,” Pierce said and inked one more spot before turning off the gun and cleaning Cain’s back. “You’re all set.”

Cain got off the chair and walked over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. This room in the clubhouse was temporarily being used as a tattoo shop for the guys. Someone was always getting fresh ink, and today it just happened to be Cain. Pierce was busy talking off his gloves, cleaning his hands, and wiping off the machine and area they’d just used. Cain grabbed the hand mirror on the table and turned around, able to see his back now. The thick, curved, Old English font letters of his woman’s name that were inked between his shoulder blades stood out. They showed his love, his commitment for what he cared about, and he wore it with pride.

“You like it?” Pierce asked.

“It’s good, really good.” He looked at Pierce. “Thanks for doing this. You did an outstanding job.”

“You think your woman will like it?”

“I know Violet will love it. I fucking love it.”

Pierce nodded, and there was pride in the man’s face.

Violet walked in just then, her eyes wide as she stared at his back. “Cain, it’s huge.”

Pierce snorted. “That’s what she said.”

Cain narrowed his eyes at the other member. “Man, really? Get the fuck going,” Cain said on a chuckle.

Pierce grinned, packed up his inking supplies, and winked at Violet on the way out.

Cain shook his head, and a smile filtered across his face. “Sorry about that. He’s the immature one out of the lot.”

She smiled, her focus still on his back. “I can’t believe you really did this.”

He turned around to face her fully, set the mirror down, grabbed her arms, and stared into her face. “I love you, baby, and this is just me showing you on my body that you and me are it. There is no going back, no backing out. You’re in my blood, in my very soul.”