Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 57: More!!

Cain’s wants were more demanding than Violet anticipated, and the kiss deepened as his lips moved against hers, parting them with unrelenting hunger. His mouth melded with hers, leaving her struggling for breath even as her body responded instinctively to his. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest when she felt his hands steadying her waist, slowly pushing her backward until the edge of the table pressed into her lower back.

Her world tilted as his arms lifted her with effortless strength, setting her atop the table. He stepped closer, his massive frame fitting snugly between her legs. The kiss grew more intense, leaving Violet breathless and disoriented as the passion between them ignited into a fire she hadn’t anticipated.

Every nerve in her body felt alive, hyper-aware of Cain’s presence—the heat radiating from him, the grip of his hands, the possessive way he kissed her as though claiming her soul. She gasped, trying to breathe, her body betraying her resolve as her fingers clung to his shirt, sliding down to the firm expanse of his chest.

Her hands trembled as they brushed against the fabric, yearning to feel the warmth of his skin. Cain’s hands found their way to her nape, threading through her hair. His fingers traced a path down her spine, igniting a foreign but irresistible heat low in her belly. She hadn’t meant for this to happen, yet her body had a mind of its own. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Violet’s heart leaped when he broke the kiss, leaving her reeling. His intense, predatory gaze met hers, his eyes burning with desire. Without a word, Cain reached for his shirt, tearing it open in a single, effortless motion. Buttons scattered across the floor as his sculpted chest was revealed. She barely had time to process the sight before he leaned in again, capturing her lips in a kiss that sent her senses spinning.

Her mind screamed for clarity, but Cain’s tongue teased hers, making rational thought impossible. His hands roamed, sliding under her shirt to explore the bare skin of her back. She felt his touch move upward, approaching the area where she had bound her chest, and panic broke through her haze of desire.

"No!" Violet gasped, jerking back and pressing her hands to his chest in an effort to push him away. Her breathing was labored, her flushed face betraying just how much she had enjoyed the kiss. Cain’s brows furrowed in annoyance as he straightened, his gaze narrowing.

"Is something wrong?" His tone was sharp, his frustration evident.

"I-I’m just not used to being touched," Violet stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush as her mind scrambled for an excuse. The truth was, if Cain found out her true identity, her life would be over in the most excruciating way imaginable.

Cain’s expression darkened, his gaze piercing as he stepped closer. "Take it off," he commanded, his voice low but authoritative.

Her heart stopped. "My lord!" she stammered, clutching her shirt protectively. "I—I’m a man! There’s nothing to—"

"I need time!" she cried desperately, hoping to buy herself a moment to think. But Cain’s scowl deepened, his voice dropping to a growl.

"Don’t insult me," he snapped. "You kissed me. Or have you forgotten?"

Violet’s breath caught as his imposing figure loomed closer. "If you don’t take it off," he warned, his tone carrying a dangerous edge, "I’ll rip it off myself."

Her mind spun in panic as she grasped for a solution. Before she could form a coherent thought, Cain’s strong arms circled her waist, lifting her with ease. She instinctively clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as her pulse raced wildly. He carried her across the room, his intent clear.

"No!" she thought, panic roaring through her as he approached the bed. Violet barely had time to react before he tossed her onto the mattress. Her heart pounded as she scrambled to sit up, but Cain’s gaze froze her in place. It was intense, searing, and left no doubt as to what he wanted.

He reached into a drawer, pulling out a bottle and a pack of condoms, tossing them onto the bed beside her with a deliberate motion. Violet’s face burned with embarrassment as she looked away, clutching the sheets tightly. But when she turned back, her breath hitched. Cain had discarded his shirt entirely, his broad, muscled chest a masterpiece of strength and masculinity.

He climbed onto the bed, his every movement slow and deliberate as he approached her. "You don’t have to do anything," he said, his voice softer but still laced with command. "It’s my first time with a guy too, but I know what to do."

"The deal was a kiss!" Violet blurted out, her voice trembling with equal parts fear and frustration. Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "This—this wasn’t— I-I can’t!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, the overwhelming pressure, fear, and confusion finally breaking through. A choked sob escaped her lips as she buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with the weight of it all.

Cain stilled, his predatory intensity giving way to something colder, sharper. He watched her silently for a moment before he slowly climbed off the bed. His expression was unreadable, but the subtle twitch of his jaw betrayed his displeasure.

"I said it before," he muttered, his voice low and controlled, "I’m not going to force you."

Relief flooded through Violet, but it was short-lived as his next words sent a chill down her spine.

"Yet."

He turned sharply and strode toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound reverberated through the room, leaving Violet alone with her thoughts and the weight of what had just happened.

She curled into herself, clutching the sheets tightly as she wiped at her tears. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear coupled with memory of the lingering heat from their kiss. Cain’s words echoed in her ears, and she knew she was far from safe.