Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 162: Heat {+18}

Cain’s voice was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. "If ever you say I disgust you again, I can’t promise that you’ll ever use that tongue again." His tone sent shivers down Violet’s spine, the threat lingering in the space between them. Before she could even react, he closed the gap, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both possessive and surprisingly tender. His hands brushed against her skin, soft yet deliberate, as though claiming her piece by piece.

Violet’s anger simmered beneath the surface, bubbling dangerously close to boiling over. She was furious, beyond livid, but she wasn’t a fool. Pushing her luck with Cain was akin to playing with fire—and she knew she’d already been burned too many times. Any thoughts of equality or a normal relationship with him were naive at best and self-destructive at worst. She’d never harbored illusions about him treating her as anything other than his possession.

Escape. That was the only word that pulsed through her mind, her singular focus. Tomorrow, when Cain left the mansion, she’d be gone before he even realized it. All she needed was to endure one more night. Yet as his lips brushed against hers, as soft as a feather, she found herself momentarily distracted.

The kiss deepened, his lips pressing insistently against hers. Cain’s tongue parted her lips, gliding against hers in a way that made her pulse race despite her resistance. His hands moved with purpose, sliding over her skin in smooth, deliberate motions. Violet clenched her fists, mentally willing herself to remain detached. Just endure. Just wait.

But Cain seemed to sense her detachment. His fingers moved upward, shredding the bandage she’d tied around her chest with effortless precision. The sound of the fabric tearing was sharp in her ears, and before she could process it, Cain had pulled away. His gaze was intense, burning into hers with an almost predatory focus that made her stomach churn. She instinctively leaned back as he lowered himself onto the bed, her breath hitching as she stammered out in protest.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Her voice was shaky, her confidence faltering as she felt his fingers brush against the sides of her breasts. A tingling sensation shot down her spine, her skin erupting in goosebumps despite her attempts to suppress the reaction.

Her first instinct was to pull away, to escape the closeness that left her unnerved. She glared at him, refusing to cover herself even though her heart was pounding so loudly she could hear it echo in her ears. Cain’s gaze never wavered, his focus locked onto her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her senses felt heightened, every brush of his fingers against her skin sending jolts of awareness through her body.

His hands glided upwards, his fingers finding her nipples with an almost practiced ease. Violet swallowed hard, trying to scoot back, but Cain mirrored her movements, closing the distance until his towering frame loomed over hers. Her fingers twitched, hovering over her chest as if unsure whether to shield herself or push him away. But Cain was relentless. He lowered his lips to the hardened peaks of her breasts, his tongue warm and wet as it traced slow, deliberate circles. His free hand caressed her other breast, squeezing with just enough pressure to make her bite her lip to stifle a moan.

Violet’s instincts screamed at her to push him away, to regain control, but her body betrayed her. Her legs twitched, her resolve weakening as she felt the heat pooling in her core. Cain’s tongue worked against her with an expertise that left her breathless, her hands clutching the sheets in a futile attempt to anchor herself. Her voice came out in broken gasps.

"Ca-Cain!" she called his name, her tone more pleading than commanding. He responded by increasing the intensity of his ministrations, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin in a way that made her gasp aloud. Her body trembled involuntarily, a reaction she couldn’t suppress even if she tried. Desperation clawed at her chest, and with a surge of willpower, she pushed him away, turning her body to the side in an attempt to shield herself.

"S-stop!" she snapped, her voice sharp but shaky. Her body betrayed her, slight tremors revealing the lingering effects of his touch. She needed to regain control, to keep her wits about her. If she allowed him to continue, she feared she’d lose herself entirely—and that thought terrified her more than anything else.

If she was barely able to catch her breath now...what would happen if she allowed him to continue? But these thoughts were still going through her mind when she felt the heat of Cain’s chest against her back as he pulled her closer to him, trailing kisses from her neck to the crook of her back, even as his hands came back with more tenacity than before, touching her as he squeezed her breasts in a way that elicited a soft moan from her lips.

"Ca-Cain!" she gasped, shocked to hear her voice much hoarser than she expected it to be, in a tone that sounded more like a moan as she called out his name, only to feel Cain lean his head even closer into the crook of her neck, his hair brushing against her cheeks as he whispered back.

"If you’re going to call out my name, I need you to be louder!" he said, even as Violet was about to respond, only to forget exactly what she had been about to say as she felt his hands leave trails of pleasure everywhere he touched. His hands were firm enough to hold her in place as he leaned closer and pushed her face toward his own, kissing her from behind even as his hands trailed down her body.

Unhooking the buttons on her pants, even as she tried to fight him off, her heart began to race even louder in her chest as she felt him unbutton and unzip her pants, his hands sliding into them as he continued to passionately kiss her on the lips, his hand firmly on the back of her neck, preventing her from pushing him away.

Violet’s first reaction was to firmly close her legs, only to be surprised to feel his fingers slide between them, touching parts of her that made her burn red from both embarrassment and pleasure as she gasped, feeling his fingers glide against the outer part of her body. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Ca-Cain!" she gasped again, only to feel him ignore her cries as his hands slid deeper, even as he increased the intensity of the kiss, whispering against her lips as he urged her to part her legs wider for him to go in.

Saying words that left her legs trembling and her body heated up and flushed, she felt him part her legs wider from behind as they both knelt on the bed, even as he continued to stroke between them.

"Wa-wait!" she stammered out, wanting to jerk away but unable to, not with Cain’s hand in her pants and the other wrapped firmly around her neck as he trailed kisses down the nape of her neck.

In seconds, Violet could hear her breathing escalate, her head thrown back as loud moans echoed in the room right out of her mouth as she called out his name, even as she felt Cain’s fingers slide into her in a way that felt both intrusive and yet good enough to make her dizzy as she felt him slide them deeper in a way that made her shudder.

"Do you like it?" he whispered into her ear, but she couldn’t even respond as she continued to moan in ecstasy. All she wanted was for him to continue and not stop, even as she felt like she was on the brink of tears.

"...If you don’t answer, I’m going to—"

"D-don’t stop!" Violet gasped, leaning back right into his chest, even as his fingers continued to slide between her inner walls in a way that made her unconsciously grind against the bulge pressed right against her butt.