Payback

I arched against his fingers, rubbing against him desperately. I didn’t know what I wanted, only that I knew Cason could give it to me.

“Tell me you want me,” Cason said, his finger deep inside me as I lay prostrate across his lap, my cheeks still pulsing with heat. “Say it, Holly. Say the words.”

Tears burned behind my eyes. I didn’t want to say it but there was no denying that I wanted him.

“I want you, Cason,” I whispered shamefully. “I want you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Cason,” he prompted, his tone dark and sensual as I imagine the devil would sound trying to tempt the world to ruin. “Fuck me, Cason.”

He pushed deeper, inserting another finger and I gasped against the intrusion.

“Holly…say the words.”

“I…I want you to fuck me, Cason,” I repeated, squeezing my eyes shut as he slowly withdrew his fingers.

“Good girl,” he said, approving. Cason helped me up and I stood, trembling, not sure what to do. I needed his direction. I felt so lost and empty without his touch.

His erection was like steel, springing from a masculine nest of dark hair that I itched to experience between my own fingertips. Was it coarse? Was it soft? What did he smell like down there?

Questions I didn’t have any frame of reference for bounced back at me.

But it was the heat in Cason’s eyes that calmed the storm building in my mind. I saw pure desire, all-consuming lust reflected back at me.

And it was intoxicating.

“What do I do?” I asked.

His slow smile was that of a wolf preparing to eat the lamb.

“Come here, Holly.”

As I took a step, he pulled me sharply to him as if he couldn’t wait another minute.

His hands filled with both sides of my behind. I was pressed against him, my full breasts squashed against his chest, my nipples burning into his sternum.

And then he pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs to reveal my most secret place.

Shyness consumed me but Cason wouldn’t have it. When I tried to close my legs, he stopped me with a growl.

“Mine.”

I shivered at the power in that one word.

Cason sank between my thighs and his marauding tongue went to work, just as he had the other night.

I was quickly lost to the pleasure cascading through me. Incredible joy swept through my body as he pushed me to greater heights.

I came faster than before.

A lightening bolt ripped through me, leaving ashes in its wake.

“C-Cason!” I cried, nearly sobbing with the force of what was happening to me. My womb clenched in rhythmic harmony as every muscle danced to the tune Cason had created.

Oh God, how would I ever stop wanting this?

It would be an endless cycle of days bleeding into nights as I craved the awareness that Cason awoke between my legs.

But I knew tonight there would be more than sweetness.

Tonight there would be pain.

Because Cason wasn’t stopping as he had before.

I knew by the wild hunger in his eyes that he wasn’t going to stop until he had fully taken what I had preserved for years.

The one thing I thought was mine to gift to the right man.

It would be Cason.

Of all the harsh cruelties in life…

And I was desperate for it.

Chapter 17

Cason

There was no pulling back. I was a locomotive barreling down the track without brakes.

All I could hear, see, or taste was Holly.

Her juices dripped down my chin and they were fucking amazing.

Holly’s pussy was like the sweetest candy.

But it wasn’t enough to simply taste her.

I wanted to feel her clamp around me, her flesh giving as I thrust inside her.

I wanted to stretch her walls until she cried for mercy.

I wanted to watch as she lost herself again and again to the punishing thrust of my hips.

Holy fuck, I was losing my mind.

But it was too late to turn back now.

I was going to ride this to its bitter end.

And, I didn’t delude myself into believing that the end wouldn’t be spectacularly vile.

As I said, hate was useful. Holly would hate me but that was the cost of revenge.

“On your knees, baby girl,” I instructed, pulling her hips toward me as I pushed her head down.

I bit my lip at the perfection facing me.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Positioning the head of my cock at her entrance, I slowly pushed forward, breaching her virgin walls until I was fully seated. She was unbelievably tight and hot, slick and ready.

Holly’s sharp intake of breath was like music to my ears. No matter where she went, she would always remember this moment.

God knew I would never forget.

Holly was made for fucking.

She took my cock like a seasoned whore.

Opening and yielding as if her pussy had been made for my length.

Most times I had to inch my way inside a woman, usually stopping before the point where I was completely inside.

Not Holly.

The little sex kitten moaned, losing herself as I impaled her fully.

A groan rattled out of me as I fought for control.

I wanted her to come first but I was embarrassingly close to losing it.

The urge to pound the shit out of her was immense, nearly uncontrollable.

“Tell me whose pussy this is?” I demanded, needing to hear the words from her mouth. “Tell me, baby girl.”

She gasped the loveliest answer ever known to man. “Yours! Oh God, Cason, yours!”

With a grunt, I wrapped my fist in her hair and pulled her head back as I pumped into her sheath.

That’s right, sweetheart. Mine.

I was rough.

I was possessed.

I was out of my mind.

“C-Cason,” she gasped, crying out as she stiffened against the pleasure building. “I can’t…I can’t do it again…it’s too much…”

But I wasn’t stopping.

Hell no.

I was going to make her so weak she couldn’t possibly think of walking when I was through.

I wanted everything Holly would give me.

I wanted her pussy, her laugh, her smile, her ass, her future, her soul.

Everything I didn’t have the right to have but would take anyway.

When she shattered, I followed.

With a shout I came hard, jetting inside Holly like a runaway fire hose.

It would be a miracle if there was any moisture left in my body when I was through.

Spurt after spurt, I filled Holly with my seed, pumping erratically as my balls emptied.

The pleasure was mind-blowing.

I barely had the wherewithal to withdraw before collapsing to the bed beside her.

Sweat dampened her brow as she drew deep gasping breaths.

Neither of us could speak for a long moment.

I wanted to roll over and pull her into the shelter of my arms, press soft kisses along her jawline and fall asleep with that soft body against mine.

But I wasn’t a cuddler by nature and the impulse left me tilted, intruding on the moment of sated bliss.

Holly was unlike anyone I’d ever met.

Cliche as fuck, yeah I know.

But it was the truth.

For someone, Holly would be the ultimate prize.

The kind of woman you held onto.

But not for me.

When she finally spoke, it was to ask the thing I knew would destroy the moment with an ugly truth.

“Did…you wear a…um…condom?”

“No.” I rose on shaky legs to cast her a cool smile. “And with any luck…I just got you pregnant.”

I left her on the bed, her eyes wide and her mouth gaped, as I went to piss.

What better way to dig at Butcher than to drive home the point that I’d fucked his sister than to plant my kid in her belly.

Yeah, like I said…hate served a purpose.

It enabled you to be a cold-hearted bastard to the one person who was condemned simply by nature of her birth.

Because Holly was collateral damage.

Chapter 18

Holly

Pregnant. I tried not to envision the millions of tiny sperm racing toward a plump, ripe egg, eager to create life.

He wanted me pregnant?

“I don’t understand,” I said, confused and hurt. “Why?”

Cason, all semblance of the dedicated lover gone replaced with a cold bastard, returned and dropped into a lounge chair by the bed.

“Because I want your brother to know that I fucked you,” he answered with a shrug. “No denying that if your belly gets big with my kid.”

My breath caught as pain pierced my chest. How could Cason be so cruel? I didn’t care about my brother, but I was devastated that he would casually do that to me.

But I tried not to show that I was wounded. Swallowing the knives in my throat, I lifted my chin and said, “I didn’t realize you were ready to be a father.”

“Who said anything about being a father?”

“Oh, so you’re just going to knock me up and then abandon me? Real classy. Guess there’s no point in keeping it then, if I do get pregnant.”