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

I didn’t like the sound of his name on her tongue. That was the first name she was never allowed to say again. Leaning dangerously close to her ear, I growled softly. “Never say his name again near me unless you want me to remove your tongue.”

Convinced that she would remain asleep, I slowly rose to my full height and stared down at the woman stirring unusual sensations in my body. The old behavioral control issues that I’d managed to lock up tight were rekindling in my mind, and before I knew what I was doing, I saw my hand reaching for her face.

For a fleeting moment, I pictured wrapping my hand around her mouth and nose as I suffocated her. I held back a groan as the image of what she would look like as her eyes snapped open, and fear danced in those violet depths. That would be too fast. I wanted to enjoy her and prolong this new feeling for as long as possible. Her lips were the perfect shape, with a slightly larger lower lip that would be perfect for biting.

My finger brushed the side of her cheek, and a tremor of need rippled through my body. I couldn’t hold back the gasp as the sensation hit.

“What would you do if I climbed under the blankets and fucked you the way you should be fucked, Sunshine,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to see you bleed, but I strangely want to do things I don’t normally bother doing. Things that don’t normally interest me.”

She murmured something in her sleep, and her tongue wet her lips. If I didn’t know she was indeed deeply asleep, I’d have thought she was teasing me.

“Do you want me to taste your sweet pussy? I want to decorate your body with your blood and lick it off you while I fuck you hard and fast.”

My cock was throbbing in time to my pulse, a steady drum inside my pants, but I still refused to touch myself. I wanted my next load to be on her body, which wasn’t happening tonight. I tilted my head and wondered what she’d think happened if she woke up with dried come on her chest and face. Would she blame that guy she was with? Would she think her roommate did something to her? The thought made me smile, but it was too dangerous to try.