the day I die. This is the first time in my life that I have ever felt my conscience rise up.”
A million different things slammed into her mind, but none of that seemed to matter at that moment. It wasn’t lost on Violet that Cain was watching her like a hawk, and breathing harder, the same as she. His chest rose and fell the closer he moved to her. When they were mere inches from one another, she stared into his black eyes, ones that looked like deep, dark pools of onyx.
Take me now.
The words slammed into her head over and over again.
“You’re shaking,” he said low, deep, soft. He moved an inch closer, and she pressed her back fully against the counter.
“You’re the one that brings that out in me.” Cain knew everything about her, knew about the sexual abuse she had gone through with the asshole that was now dead—by Cain’s hands.
He didn’t say anything, but his emotions flashed across his face, as if he were screaming at the top of his lungs exactly how he felt. “I love you, Cain,” she whispered, knowing she shouldn’t have said that, but needing him to know the truth and believe the words. He closed his eyes, braced his hands on the counter on either side of her, and breathed out roughly.
“You don’t love me, Violet.”
“I do, Cain, and you can’t tell me I don’t.”
He opened his eyes, staring right at her, and she wished that she could touch him, have the guts to just take what she wanted. “You don’t love me because I am not the man for you. I could give you a hundred different reasons why I’m bad news for a good, sweet girl like you.”
Her heart beat loud in her ears. “I’m not a girl anymore. I know what I want, and what I want is you.”
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, and she feared that she had said the thing that would finally push him away. Yeah, he always said he’d be there for her, and she believed him with her very soul, but there was bound to be a point where he couldn’t take anymore, couldn’t be around her because she wouldn’t back down on her feelings. Violet refused to back away. She had waited long enough to be with the man she loved, to finally be able to express how she felt. Whether he accepted her was not the issue. The issue was her being able to finally look him in the face, on her own terms, and without the feel of the walls closing in on her as she stared at him in that prison, closing her off. This was her life, and she wanted this more than anything. She wanted Cain more than anything.
“No, you’re not a girl anymore,” he said almost to himself. “Believe me, Violet, I’ve noticed, but that doesn’t change that you’re too good for the likes of me.”
“That isn’t your decision to make.” The silence stretched between them after she spoke. “Don’t you feel anything for me more than the need to make sure I’m okay?” She knew he did, felt it in her heart, but she wanted to hear him say it. She needed to hear Cain say it.
But instead of answering like she thought he would, he made this low sound in his throat, grabbed her around the back of her head, and pulled her close. He pressed his mouth against hers, and this gasp left her. She was frozen in place, unsure if this was really happening. It didn’t matter though because the feel of his lips on hers, moving rough, hard, and demanding, had every rational thought leaving her brain. The way he held her, kissed her, made her feel wholly feminine and possessed ... exactly how she wanted to feel with Cain. She felt the heat, the need in his touch. She was helpless to stop it, but she didn’t want to, ever.
He placed his other hand against her lower back, and she gasped from the searing heat of that lone touch. When he pulled her closer, she moaned at the feel of his erection pressed against her belly. He was frantic with his kisses, becoming even more demanding as the seconds ticked by. But Violet wanted this, wanted more of it, harder and rougher, and wanted Cain to
A million different things slammed into her mind, but none of that seemed to matter at that moment. It wasn’t lost on Violet that Cain was watching her like a hawk, and breathing harder, the same as she. His chest rose and fell the closer he moved to her. When they were mere inches from one another, she stared into his black eyes, ones that looked like deep, dark pools of onyx.
Take me now.
The words slammed into her head over and over again.
“You’re shaking,” he said low, deep, soft. He moved an inch closer, and she pressed her back fully against the counter.
“You’re the one that brings that out in me.” Cain knew everything about her, knew about the sexual abuse she had gone through with the asshole that was now dead—by Cain’s hands.
He didn’t say anything, but his emotions flashed across his face, as if he were screaming at the top of his lungs exactly how he felt. “I love you, Cain,” she whispered, knowing she shouldn’t have said that, but needing him to know the truth and believe the words. He closed his eyes, braced his hands on the counter on either side of her, and breathed out roughly.
“You don’t love me, Violet.”
“I do, Cain, and you can’t tell me I don’t.”
He opened his eyes, staring right at her, and she wished that she could touch him, have the guts to just take what she wanted. “You don’t love me because I am not the man for you. I could give you a hundred different reasons why I’m bad news for a good, sweet girl like you.”
Her heart beat loud in her ears. “I’m not a girl anymore. I know what I want, and what I want is you.”
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, and she feared that she had said the thing that would finally push him away. Yeah, he always said he’d be there for her, and she believed him with her very soul, but there was bound to be a point where he couldn’t take anymore, couldn’t be around her because she wouldn’t back down on her feelings. Violet refused to back away. She had waited long enough to be with the man she loved, to finally be able to express how she felt. Whether he accepted her was not the issue. The issue was her being able to finally look him in the face, on her own terms, and without the feel of the walls closing in on her as she stared at him in that prison, closing her off. This was her life, and she wanted this more than anything. She wanted Cain more than anything.
“No, you’re not a girl anymore,” he said almost to himself. “Believe me, Violet, I’ve noticed, but that doesn’t change that you’re too good for the likes of me.”
“That isn’t your decision to make.” The silence stretched between them after she spoke. “Don’t you feel anything for me more than the need to make sure I’m okay?” She knew he did, felt it in her heart, but she wanted to hear him say it. She needed to hear Cain say it.
But instead of answering like she thought he would, he made this low sound in his throat, grabbed her around the back of her head, and pulled her close. He pressed his mouth against hers, and this gasp left her. She was frozen in place, unsure if this was really happening. It didn’t matter though because the feel of his lips on hers, moving rough, hard, and demanding, had every rational thought leaving her brain. The way he held her, kissed her, made her feel wholly feminine and possessed ... exactly how she wanted to feel with Cain. She felt the heat, the need in his touch. She was helpless to stop it, but she didn’t want to, ever.
He placed his other hand against her lower back, and she gasped from the searing heat of that lone touch. When he pulled her closer, she moaned at the feel of his erection pressed against her belly. He was frantic with his kisses, becoming even more demanding as the seconds ticked by. But Violet wanted this, wanted more of it, harder and rougher, and wanted Cain to
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