Back Unhinged Cain
Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. Stalk Me Links

The guttural sound that Cain made had every muscle in my body quaking. He drew his tongue along my skin once more, and this time he gripped my hair hard and crushed his mouth to mine. The need that had already been burning bright took on a life of its own. Cain released my hair to grab my ass and pulled my legs around his waist as he thrust himself inside me. He swallowed my scream down as thoroughly as he had my blood. Releasing my head, he reached up and gripped my hands, and my nails dug into the back of his hands as he fucked me hard.

Every inch of his cock demanded that I come again. Even without the words, the order was there, and I could feel the rise in my body once more as he thrust into me with no abandon. Teeth gripped my lower lip and drew it into his mouth as Cain made primal groans of pleasure every time he slammed home.

“Cain, fuck me harder,” I screamed as that sweet and blissful peak of carnal need and pain streaked toward me like a head-on train.

The loud panting turned into mewling cries of incoherent words as he pushed me over the ledge. I came so hard that I didn’t even know it was possible to experience this level of ecstasy. The screams continued to fall from my mouth as Cain’s pace quickened like he was rutting me into the wall.

“Fuck, Sunshine, fuck me,” he yelled and squeezed my hands hard as he came.

I could feel every release and jerk his body made, his face twisted into a mask of agony. He slumped against my body, his head falling to my shoulder as we caught out breaths. Laying my lips over the pulse in his neck, I loved the feel of it pounding hard for me. I did this to him. The man that had little to no emotion lost himself with me. There was no greater compliment. There was no greater ‘I love you’ he could ever say.

I was one hundred percent his now. I would do whatever I needed to protect this. To protect what was mine. If anyone else thought they could touch him…then they would find out what kind of monster I could be.

He was still hard inside of me, and my muscles clamped down on his cock as he went to move away. Desperation to keep him close came over me.

“Do it again,” I said, my throat horse.

Lifting his head, Cain looked me in the eyes and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I think it’s time I showed you a little trust.”