Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 101: Wh-what {+18}

Violet’s heart was racing wildly, each thud echoing in her ears as she knelt between Cain’s legs. Her breaths came unevenly, and though she tried to steady them, it was impossible. From the corner of her lowered gaze, she could see him undoing the buttons of his shirt, the crisp fabric parting to reveal the sharp lines of his chest.

Her nerves tightened further when she felt his fingers slide to the back of her neck, the warmth of his touch sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. His hands tangled in her hair, gentle yet possessive, as he undid the hook of his pants with an ease that made her feel all the more vulnerable.

The air between them thickened, and Violet’s breathing hitched. A high-pitched ringing filled her ears as she raised her gaze, her lips parting to speak. But the words caught in her throat when she met his eyes. Cain’s expression was a mix of arrogance and amusement, a smirk playing at his lips as his hands moved with purpose, unzipping his pants.

"Go ahead," he ordered, his voice calm but commanding. "Pull my cock out."

The words hit her like a lightning bolt. Her ears burned, and her face flushed a deep red, spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She instinctively lowered her head, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.

"W-what?" Violet stammered, her voice trembling as she forced herself to meet his gaze again. "I... I can’t!" she exclaimed, her hands clutching her thighs as if to anchor herself.

Cain’s smirk widened, his shirt now discarded carelessly onto the floor. His torso was fully exposed, and Violet couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to the memory of how solid and warm his body had felt against her, and how those hands—those same hands—had left her breathless before.

Her attempts to collect herself faltered when his grip on her hair tightened. He tilted her head upward, forcing her to look into his dark, piercing eyes. His fingers brushed her jaw, his touch both firm and intimate.

"I don’t recall you being this shy the last time you touched it," he teased, his voice laced with a cruel sort of humor.

Violet averted her gaze, her lips trembling as she turned her head to the side, but Cain wasn’t having it. He tugged her back, his smirk vanishing as his tone took on an edge of quiet authority.

"That wasn’t a request, Violet," he said softly, though his eyes carried the unmistakable promise of consequences if she disobeyed.

Swallowing hard, Violet bit down on her bottom lip until she tasted the metallic tang of blood. Her hands trembled as she raised them, inching toward the waistband of his pants. Her heart thudded violently in her chest, threatening to burst as she slid her fingers beneath the fabric.

The warmth of him startled her, and the size—his sheer hardness—made her falter. Her breath hitched, and she briefly thought of retreating, but she forced herself to stay. Gritting her teeth, she wrapped her fingers around him, her hands shaking as she felt him pulse beneath her touch.

The quiet intimacy of the moment sent her spiraling. Her eyes widened as she felt him swell further in her grasp, his body responding to her tentative movements. Once she had done as he commanded, she pulled back quickly, lowering her head as if seeking some kind of escape.

"I... I did as you asked," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Her throat felt dry, and she hated how breathless she sounded.

Cain’s deep chuckle sent a fresh wave of heat through her. "Bottom drawer of the table," he said, gesturing casually. "There’s lube in there. Bring it to me."

Violet nodded quickly, grateful for the momentary reprieve as she rose to retrieve the item. Her legs felt like jelly beneath her, but she managed to steady herself. The bottle was easy to find, nestled alone in the drawer.

She returned to her place, kneeling before him once more as she held the bottle out to him. Her mind raced, and she silently braced herself for whatever humiliation he had planned. If he wants to... do that in front of me, it’s his business, she thought, convincing herself she could endure it.

But Cain shook his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You’ll be using it," he said simply.

Violet froze, her stomach twisting. "I-I don’t know how!" she stammered, hoping her honesty would buy her an escape.

Cain leaned forward, his gaze steady and unrelenting. "I’ll teach you," he replied smoothly, his tone sending a shiver through her.

Her face flamed as she listened to him give detailed, explicit instructions. Each word felt like a brand on her skin, igniting her embarrassment until it consumed her entirely.

"Y-you can’t be serious!" Violet gasped, her voice breaking.

Cain’s expression darkened, his patience clearly thinning. "Violet," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "my patience is hanging by a thread. You can either use your hands... or your mouth. I don’t care!"

Her lips parted in shock, her eyes widening at his bluntness. The weight of his command was impossible to ignore, and she could see in his gaze that he would brook no refusal.

Swallowing her pride and her protests, Violet shifted closer. Her hands trembled as she poured the lube onto him, her heart hammering as she rubbed it over him. Her movements were clumsy at first, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she focused on completing the task as quickly as possible.

The low groans that rumbled from Cain’s chest made her falter, and she dared a glance upward. His intense gaze was fixed on her, his chest rising and falling as she worked.

Her hands moved faster, determined to bring him to release so this ordeal could end. She tightened her grip, her movements becoming more deliberate, but her embarrassment only grew as she felt him respond to her efforts.

Then Cain sighed, his disappointment palpable. "It seems your hand isn’t good enough," he murmured, shaking his head.

Violet’s panic spiked. There was no way—absolutely no way—she would use her mouth. Her resolve hardened, and she redoubled her efforts, her hands moving with frantic determination.

But before she could finish, Cain moved swiftly, scooping her into his lap as though she weighed nothing. With one deft motion, he tugged at the fabric of the bandage tied around her chest, loosening it enough to bare her completely. Violet’s instinct was to shield herself, but Cain was faster, his arms pushing hers away as he pressed his bare body against hers, the warmth of his skin left shivers on every part of her body he touched.

His lips descended on hers, the kiss deep and overwhelming. It stole her breath and left her head spinning as she pushed weakly against his chest.

"This," Cain whispered against her lips, his voice a low growl, "is much better."

Her mind reeled as she realized how tightly he held her, her body pressed against his. The hardness between his legs pushed insistently against her, sending her thoughts spiraling further out of control as she tried to process how fast things were moving and why. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

What... what is happening?