Cain
I turn her to face me. She smells like trouble—and I f*****g crave trouble. The kind of scent that buries itself deep in your brain and haunts you even when you try to be good. But I’ve never been good, not really. Not when she’s in the picture. Especially not when she’s out there smiling at someone who’s not me.
Gods, I want to ruin her. Let every damn man know she’s not up for grabs.
My hands roam her trembling body, pulling her against me as my d**k nudges her entrance. I grit my teeth. “You’re trembling,” I whisper, my voice husky, like gravel scraping heat.
Her eyes are glassy. “This is my first time,” she whispers, voice breaking like porcelain.
Fuck. That makes something dark in me snap.
“You sure?” My tip presses harder against her slick folds, my restraint hanging by a
