No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep. Cain’s taller frame was wrapped around me with his arm around my waist, and he was currently holding my hand. Of course, my ass was snuggly pressed up against the full length of his cock while he continuously hummed soft songs that vibrated down my neck and out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

Could one human possess another? It felt like Cain was slowly taking over my thoughts, actions, and emotions. The problem was I didn’t want to fight it. Somewhere along the line, I’d given up the fight and realized he was right. I didn’t want to live the nine-to-five and be normal. I didn’t mind things that others found disturbing. As chained up and contained as I was, I felt freer than I ever had. This was just another conundrum that was Cain Buchanan.

“Cain?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?” I kept my tone purposefully soft.

“I’m tempted to tell you no, for lying to me before, but what would you like to know?”

“How many people have you killed?”

My body tensed up, and Cain pulled his hand from mine to rub it up and down my hip. It took a minute, but I slowly relaxed again.

“That’s not the question you want to ask me,” he said, and his voice was quiet and soothing like he was massaging me with his voice.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Stop lying, Sunshine. Be honest with yourself and ask me what you really want to know.”

“Can someone like you love?” I swallowed hard.

Not even sure where the question came from, I froze. He stopped humming and pushed himself up, so he was staring down at me. It was the most suitable position I’d seen him in so far. He was the monster under the bed, the thing that mothers warned their children about, and as those blue eyes penetrated mine, I could barely draw a breath.

“Is that what you want…for me to love you?”

I looked away from his unnerving stare and focused on the metal table legs that had been my only view for days. My mind flashed to the woman that had been there not long ago and waited for the fear or guilt to hit, but it didn’t.

Using his finger, he forced me to look at him, and I regretted asking the question. I hated when he did this. I couldn’t stand that he was able to reach inside my mind and pull out all the things I didn’t want to see. It wasn’t fair that he had that ability over me because I felt powerless.“Is that what you want,” he asked again.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly.

I’d never been more confused and torn in my life. I felt like I’d been split into two separate personalities.