STELLA
I gulp, realising that there is absolutely nothing under that stupid silk gown that I have on. And even that is sticking to my still slightly wet body after the shower.
Cain looks relaxed, happy even. I bet he feels victory already. His eyes travel up and down my body, but suddenly his mood changes.
“Where’s the ring?” he grits through his teeth.
Shit.
“I took it off before the shower,” I mumbled, and ran to the cupboard and put it on, “Here it is…”
Two strong hands pin me to the cupboard on both sides, just like a cage. And I feel Cain’s hardness press into my ass, grinding slightly as his hot breath burns my neck.
“You’ve been a naughty little mate, Stella,” he informs me, bringing himself even tighter to me, “I know you spread your pretty little legs for Grayson even tho
