“Your tears are mine now, Sunshine. Just like everything else in your life.”

His finger ran down the side of my face.

“Your mind belongs to me.”

His fingers traced down the sides of my body, and sparks erupted under his touch.

“Your body is mine too.” Cain gripped my chin and lifted my head. “Look at me.”

Swallowing, my eyes fluttered open, and he was mere inches from my face. My pulse, which I’d managed to keep a stranglehold on, went wild, and I could feel it pounding like a drum in the side of my neck.

“And now I own your soul. Do you understand me, Sunshine? Be a good girl and tell me you understand.”

I mumbled around the rubber ball. “I understand.”

“Very good,” he said as he wiped the dribble of drool from the corner of my mouth. “I love this look on you, and I can’t wait to fuck you with you wearing it.” His eyes flared with heat, and I could tell he was thinking. “I can’t wait to have you drooling like this with my cock stuffed down your throat. Would you like that, Sunshine? Would you like me fuck your face?”

I was tempted to tell him to try and see what would happen as images of biting it off danced behind my eyes. Cain laughed as if reading my thoughts.

“Take off the pajamas,” he said. My eyes went wide as I clutched the material tighter. “Trust me. It’s better if you take them off. If I do it…I may become over-eager.”

What the hell did that mean?

Hands shaking, I finished undoing the little buttons and then pulled the velcro apart to take the top off. I dropped it on the floor and covered my chest.

“And now the pants.”

More tears spilled from my eyes as my thumbs hooked into the waistband of the pants and pulled them off. The tearing sound of the velcro separating echoed in my ears.

“So beautiful,” he said as his eyes roamed over my naked body.

The trembling wouldn’t stop no matter how many times I told myself not to show fear. Cain walked toward me, holding out a magazine page. I tensed as he stopped closer to me than he needed to, and as if he held a switch, my nipples hardened and ached as the throbbing got worse between my legs. I was pathetic, I was sick, and I needed mental help.

Taking the page from him, I stared at the model standing in a strong yet odd pose, with her body twisted at an unusual angle as she stared at the camera. My eyes flicked up to his.

“I want you to stand like that.”

Was he serious?

Cain left the image with me as he crossed the room and moved a large easel into the center of the floor. He smiled at me as he grabbed a massive canvas.