Free Ruthless (Dark MC Romance) by Vanessa Waltz Page B

suddenly his hands grasped my hips and squeezed. I gasped as pleasure shot into my abdomen as if he suddenly fingered me. It was a tease of pleasure, a feeling of being filled without anything actually there.
    “Why are you doing this?”
    Because I’m lonely. Because I want to. Because you’re all I have. Even if I didn’t want you. I inhaled him. The whiskey and smoke clinging to his shirt combined to remind me of home, and those times I felt most alive. He saved my life because he saw some worth in me. I pulled back from his neck, my hair falling like a shield as I kissed his open mouth. I needed this. I wanted this.
    He seemed surprised with my eagerness. His lips moved almost as if he asked a question, but I devoured it. My fingers twined in his hair, becoming more and more entangled, and then I bit his lip hard and he chuckled into my mouth, kissing me back while his hands squeezed me.
    Cain pulled away and held me away from him, his face flushed. I was pleased to see that he looked unnerved.
    “What game are you playing?”
    “I’m not playing you,” I stammered.
    “You’re not broken. So why are you—”
    “Do I need to be broken to want you? Or do you like fucking dead-eyed whores?”
    “It’s not like that,” he said in a sharp voice.
    My voice softened. “You could have let me die, but you didn’t. Thank you.”
    He swallowed and for once his eyes lost the ruthlessness that hardened every other feature. He looked utterly lost and I felt something for him. When I kissed him again, his lips were almost soft.
    “I didn’t do it out of kindness, Julia. I am not a good man.”
    I know.
    The hard look returned when I smiled at him. “I just want to help you.”
    I was sure that Cain had probably never dealt with something like this before. No woman had ever willingly followed his orders. Fear was a strange emotion on Cain's face. He was used to torturing people until their souls broke. Until they lost all sense of self and only lived to please their master.
    “I’m not sure that I’m into this.”
    I smiled and reached down to grab his hard cock. “I’m pretty sure that you are.”
    His eyes blazed. He grabbed the red tube that sat on the bathroom counter. “I want you to take this.”
    My breath caught in my throat. It was a drug I never tried, a drug that could very well kill me.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked with mock concern. “I thought you said you wanted to help me?”
    “I’ll do it, if that’s what you want,” I said in a small voice.
    “It is.”
    I winced at the chill emanating from his voice. He unscrewed the tube, watching me carefully, and removed the dropper. “Open your pretty eyes and don’t move.”
    My body trembled as his thumb opened my eye. The dropper hovered over me and my eyelids wanted to shut. Coolness spread over my eyeball as the red liquid momentarily blurred my vision. I blinked. He did the other eye and set the drug aside, waiting, watching me. I looked at him and shrugged, feeling nothing, but then Cain's lips moved and I saw him spell out with extraordinary slowness. “What…do…you…feel?”
    I stood up from his lap and the motion felt like it took at least five seconds. “Whoa.”
    A surge of energy soared through my veins, more powerful than anything I ever experienced.
    I can do anything. Anything. I could kill him right now, if I wanted to.
    He smirked at me, or I saw a shadow of a smirk on his face, so I lashed out with my right fist and struck his irritating fucking face.
    His face furious, he lunged for my arms but I saw the movement easily and stepped aside. He was laughably slow, but the bathroom was too small to move quickly. Then he pinned me against the wall, my arms on either side of my head.
    “Yeah, that’s it. Fight back,” he hissed in my ear.
    I aimed a knee towards his balls, but he dodged me, swearing colorfully. Screaming, I launched my head forward. He could barely keep me constrained. It was as though fury was driving me.