“Leave us,” he told his aide, who then nodded and walked out.
Her chin inched up. “I think there’s something you forgot to tell me,” she said, her voice carefully even.
Cain pursed his lips. “No, I don’t believe so.” He was terribly impressed when she didn’t so much as narrow her eyes. Letting his gaze roam over her, he said, “You’re wearing too many clothes. Take them off. I didn’t get to strip you bare last night. I want to see every inch of you. Show me.”
“Oryou could explain what the hell you did to me.”
“I did a lot of things to you,” he reminded her, pitching his voice low and deep. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“You knowexactlywhat I’m talking about.”
Cain arched a brow. “I do?”
“Yeah, you do.”
“There are just so many things you could be referring to. At least give me a hint.”
Finally, the poker face crumbled. Her stunning eyes flared, and that edible mouth tightened. More, she pinned him with one of her trademark hunter stares that thickened his blood and enticed his inner creature.
She set her hands on her hips. “You’re gonna play dumb now? Really?”
Smiling, he stood. “No. I just want to hear you tell me how you came to discover what I’d done.” He covered the ground between them in three fluid strides. “Did you try to get yourself off? Hmm?” It couldn’t have been that someone else did it. After he’d publicly made his interest in her so abundantly clear, no one would have dared touch her that way.
She folded her arms. “Tell me what exactly you did.”
“Simply ensured that the only person whose tongue, fingers, and cock you can take inside you are mine.”
Her lips parted. “Seriously? Youseriouslydid that?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And you don’t think that’s wrong, not to mention messed up?”
“No. No, I don’t.”
“Jesus, you’re on dope, aren’t you? There’s no other way you’d pull a stunt like this and think it was acceptable.”
He tipped his head to the side. “I strike you as someone who cares what’s acceptable?”
“After this, no, no, you don’t. You need to undo what you did.”
“Why?”
Her brows snapped together. “What do you mean why? Because it’s not normal.”
“To you, maybe not.” He lightly tapped her cheek with his finger. “But don’t judge me by the standards of mortals, Wynter.” In truth, what he’d done was perfectly normal for his kind when they were possessive. But there was no way he could tell her that.
“And how wouldyoufeel if … you know what, scrap that. Something tells me that empathy isn’t your thing. But come on, Cain, not only did you insert some kind of barrier inside me, you didn’t even think to tell me. Why not? Why,knowingit would make me even more pissed about the situation, did you decide to leave me to find out on my own?”
“Truthfully?” Cain hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. “Because fucking with your pretty little head makes me hard.” And while pressed firmly against him, she was able to feel the evidence of that.
Long moments went by as she simply stared at him. “You know, someone mentioned you were a mental sadist. I thought they were joking.”
“No, ‘mental sadist’ fits. And you’re still wearing too many clothes. I told you, I want them off.”
“WhatIwant is for you to undo what you did.”
He smoothed one hand down her back and palmed her ass. “I don’t think it bothers you quite as much as you’d like me to believe it does. A part of you gets off on what I’ve done; on knowing I’d go so far to make sure no one else can have you.”