make her feel like there wasn’t any other person on this planet for him. Whether that was the truth was still left to be said, because Cain wasn’t a man of many words, but she didn’t care right now, because right now this was all she needed.
Chapter Eight
It was like something snapped inside of Cain, like he was saying fuck it and finally taking what he wanted. This was his little girl’s best friend, a woman he considered family because she had been in their lives for so long. But now he was kissing her like he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t stand the thought of not being with her. It was wrong, so damn wrong, yet he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t help himself. She tasted sweet and faintly of the whiskey she’d drunk, and he wanted more.
They were both frantic with their need, and although he should stop, that didn’t mean he was in his right mind to do that. All he kept thinking about was finally having her, finally touching her in the way he had always fantasized like some kind of sick fucking pervert. Yeah¸ they were both adults, and she wasn’t a child anymore, but he was fucking forty-five years old, and even though she was in her mid-twenties that didn’t mean this was okay. She was Fallina’s childhood friend, but this woman was telling him she loved him, had wanted him for a long time. Damn, he had wanted her for a long time as well.
This isn’t right. She’s too young for you, and fucking Violet for shit’s sake.
Yet he kept kissing her, kept pulling her closer to his body, so damn close he knew she could feel the massive hard-on he sported. He broke the kiss, a semblance of reality slamming into him. He stared down at her, saw the way she stared up at him with her big, round bright green eyes. Her black hair was a wild mess of waves around her face, and although he shouldn’t be thinking the horrid thoughts about her being hurt by the bastard he had killed with pleasure, he couldn’t help it.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay, make sure you’re safe and that you never know pain again.”
She didn’t answer right away, just ran her tongue around her pink, slightly parted and glossy lips. And then when Violet exhaled softly, pressed her breasts against his chest, he knew he was done for. “I’ve waited a long time for this, led my life because I didn’t know you’d ever see me as anything more than a girl, but I’ve wanted you regardless.”
“Baby, we should go slow, take things easy and one day at a time because of what happened—”
“I know what happened back then, and I am not letting it shape who I am. I am not a damaged girl that lets some motherfucker hurt me for the rest of my life.”
He stared at her face, knew that although she had this strong composure to her, she also had this vulnerability. He wanted to make sure she was okay, didn’t know if there were a lot of deep, scarred and dark rooted nightmares inside of her because that fucker had taken her innocence. But she wasn’t pushing him away, and in fact was almost pleading with him to take away her pain.
“I want to replace those memories with ones with you, Cain. I’ve been trying to do that my entire life, and without any of it working. But I know being with you, feeling every part of you, will help. Please, Cain, God, I need this.”
He stared at her, not about to make her suffer, because he couldn’t stand to see this woman hurt or in any kind of pain. “Dammit, Violet.” He clenched his hand in her hair and pulled her close again to take her mouth in a possessive kiss.
They panted against each other’s mouths, and then he broke the kiss to remove her shirt and then her bottoms. She didn’t stop him, and in fact moaned out. Once the material was removed their lips latched back together, and their tongues pressed each against the other.
Violet brought her hands to the front of his jeans and fumbled with the button, and although his heart was pounding fast and fierce, and
Chapter Eight
It was like something snapped inside of Cain, like he was saying fuck it and finally taking what he wanted. This was his little girl’s best friend, a woman he considered family because she had been in their lives for so long. But now he was kissing her like he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t stand the thought of not being with her. It was wrong, so damn wrong, yet he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t help himself. She tasted sweet and faintly of the whiskey she’d drunk, and he wanted more.
They were both frantic with their need, and although he should stop, that didn’t mean he was in his right mind to do that. All he kept thinking about was finally having her, finally touching her in the way he had always fantasized like some kind of sick fucking pervert. Yeah¸ they were both adults, and she wasn’t a child anymore, but he was fucking forty-five years old, and even though she was in her mid-twenties that didn’t mean this was okay. She was Fallina’s childhood friend, but this woman was telling him she loved him, had wanted him for a long time. Damn, he had wanted her for a long time as well.
This isn’t right. She’s too young for you, and fucking Violet for shit’s sake.
Yet he kept kissing her, kept pulling her closer to his body, so damn close he knew she could feel the massive hard-on he sported. He broke the kiss, a semblance of reality slamming into him. He stared down at her, saw the way she stared up at him with her big, round bright green eyes. Her black hair was a wild mess of waves around her face, and although he shouldn’t be thinking the horrid thoughts about her being hurt by the bastard he had killed with pleasure, he couldn’t help it.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay, make sure you’re safe and that you never know pain again.”
She didn’t answer right away, just ran her tongue around her pink, slightly parted and glossy lips. And then when Violet exhaled softly, pressed her breasts against his chest, he knew he was done for. “I’ve waited a long time for this, led my life because I didn’t know you’d ever see me as anything more than a girl, but I’ve wanted you regardless.”
“Baby, we should go slow, take things easy and one day at a time because of what happened—”
“I know what happened back then, and I am not letting it shape who I am. I am not a damaged girl that lets some motherfucker hurt me for the rest of my life.”
He stared at her face, knew that although she had this strong composure to her, she also had this vulnerability. He wanted to make sure she was okay, didn’t know if there were a lot of deep, scarred and dark rooted nightmares inside of her because that fucker had taken her innocence. But she wasn’t pushing him away, and in fact was almost pleading with him to take away her pain.
“I want to replace those memories with ones with you, Cain. I’ve been trying to do that my entire life, and without any of it working. But I know being with you, feeling every part of you, will help. Please, Cain, God, I need this.”
He stared at her, not about to make her suffer, because he couldn’t stand to see this woman hurt or in any kind of pain. “Dammit, Violet.” He clenched his hand in her hair and pulled her close again to take her mouth in a possessive kiss.
They panted against each other’s mouths, and then he broke the kiss to remove her shirt and then her bottoms. She didn’t stop him, and in fact moaned out. Once the material was removed their lips latched back together, and their tongues pressed each against the other.
Violet brought her hands to the front of his jeans and fumbled with the button, and although his heart was pounding fast and fierce, and
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