Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 75: Touch me!

Violet’s mouth opened instinctively, the urge to speak bubbling up before she clamped it shut, her head shaking vigorously as though to erase her thoughts. The action felt futile, and her breath quickened when Cain turned his head away without a word, standing and lifting himself out of the tub. The sudden motion sent a jolt through her body.

Her gaze snapped back to the wall, steadfastly avoiding looking at him. She focused on the faint patterns on the tiles, counting each line in a desperate attempt to calm her racing heart. The sound of water dripping off his body as he stepped out of the tub filled the silence, each drop echoing like a drumbeat in her ears.

Cain moved closer, his deliberate footsteps soft yet commanding. Violet’s fingers twitched, and she took a tentative step toward the door, intending to fetch his clothes.

"There’s no need for you to get new clothes," Cain said, his voice calm but sharp enough to make her freeze in place. "I won’t be needing it." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The words hit her like a physical blow. Her breath hitched when she felt him behind her, the heat of his body seeping through the layers of her clothing. The weight of his presence pressed down on her, her pulse hammering in her ears.

She risked a glance over her shoulder and exhaled in relief when she saw he had donned a robe. It wasn’t much, but it was better than the alternative. Still, her instincts screamed at her to put distance between them.

I need to get out of here and return without drawing too much attention... she thought, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. Each step was calculated, her body tense with anticipation. Her heart raced, but she forced herself to appear calm. She was halfway to her goal which was the door when she felt the ground disappear beneath her feet.

A shocked gasp escaped her lips as Cain effortlessly lifted her off the floor, her hands flying to wrap around his neck instinctively for balance. Panic set in when she felt his hands gripping her thighs, firm and unapologetic, his touch bold and possessive.

Her body stiffened, and she tried to push his hands away. But Cain moved swiftly, parting her legs and positioning her so that they wrapped around his waist. "Tightly," he commanded, his tone dropping an octave. "I might be too distracted to hold on to you."

Violet’s mind raced, her heartbeat a frantic staccato in her chest. The look in his eyes was dangerous—a smoldering intensity that sent a chill down her spine. He leaned in, his face inches from hers, his gaze locking onto her trembling lips.

"Kiss me," he said softly, the words carrying an unexpected vulnerability. For a moment, it didn’t sound like an order, but Violet wasn’t fooled.

The first time was a mistake and she would be damned if she allowed the second time to happen. Nothing good was going to come out of her kissing him, no matter how much she enjoyed doing it.

Her head jerked to the side, avoiding his lips. Cain’s eyes darkened, the brief flicker of frustration giving way to something far more predatory. "I was trying to be nice," he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr. "I figured if you kissed me, we could go at your pace."

The words sent a shiver through her body, her hands trembling against his shoulders as she pushed against him weakly. But Cain didn’t release her. Instead, he lowered his lips to her neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along her jawline. Each touch of his lips ignited a storm of conflicting emotions within her, fear and desire warring for dominance.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, and her hands pressed harder against his chest. She wanted to push him away, but her body betrayed her, her grip tightening against him as though seeking more. His lips found hers again, and this time there was no hesitation.

The kiss was fierce, more intense than the last, his tongue parting her lips and stealing her breath. Violet froze, her mind screaming at her to resist, but the heat of his mouth and the fire in his kiss shattered her defenses. Her legs instinctively tightened around his waist as though drawn to him by a magnetic pull she couldn’t control.

Cain moved with purpose, carrying her out of the bathroom without breaking the kiss. She barely registered the shift until her back hit the soft mattress of the bed, and her hands found themselves clutching his shoulders for support. His hands slid beneath her shirt, the warmth of his palms against her skin sending sparks of electricity through her nerves.

Her mind spun as she felt his fingers deftly unbuttoning a few buttons on her shirt. The cool air against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him. Cain’s gaze burned with unfiltered desire, the hunger in his eyes both thrilling and terrifying. He hovered over her, his presence overwhelming as his hands moved lower, grazing the buckle of her pants with deliberate intent.

Panic flared in Violet’s chest, and she acted on instinct, slapping his hands away with a sharp motion. Cain froze, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at her. For a moment, the air between them was thick with tension, his dark gaze searching her face for answers she couldn’t give.

"I won’t hurt you," he said finally, his voice softer but no less commanding. There was a surprising gentleness in his tone, one that would have disarmed anyone else. But Violet wasn’t anyone else. She knew the truth—knew that if he found out her secret, there would be no kindness, no mercy.

Her fear surged, and she pushed against him again, scrambling backward across the bed in a desperate attempt to escape. She didn’t make it far before a heavy weight pinned her down, Cain’s arms locking around her waist as he turned her to face him.

Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked up at him. His sheer strength was undeniable, his muscular frame a stark reminder of her helplessness.

"I don’t know why you’re crying," he said, his voice low and steady. "And I don’t care." His fingers brushed against her face, wiping away stray tears with surprising tenderness. "I can feel how much you want to touch me, and that’s enough."

Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and guided it downward, her palm pressing against the hard expanse of his lower abdomen. Violet’s eyes widened in shock, her lips parting in a silent gasp as her hand brushed against the undeniable evidence of his arousal under his robe.

"I want you!" the fire in his gaze intensifying. "You can either fully participate," he whispered, his voice a tantalizing mix of promise and threat, "or lie there and let me take over. Don’t make me hurt you, Viole."

His words lingered in the air, a chilling reminder of her precarious position.