Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 76: Crossing a Boundary {+18}

Violet’s breath hitched as Cain’s intense gaze bore into her, a silent command lingering in the space between them. He gave her a choice—his lips unmoving, but his posture tense, his hands flexing on either side of her head. The message was clear: this was only a brief moment of mercy. If she continued to refuse, the inevitable would happen, and it would be on his terms.

Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, her throat tight as she weighed her options. His patience was hanging by a thread, his gaze unwavering as he waited for her answer. Violet could see the telltale signs of his restraint slipping—muscles coiled, his jaw set, his breathing measured. She knew she had only seconds to act before he decided for both of them.

In a split-second decision, Violet moved. Her hand shot up, wrapping around his neck with a desperate determination as she pulled him closer, crushing her lips to his. Her kiss was anything but tentative; it was filled with a raw intensity that caught even Cain off guard. Her teeth grazed his lower lip, drawing a low, guttural groan from him. His hands, which had been braced against the bed, shifted to her thighs, gripping them with a heat that left her skin tingling.

Cain’s response was immediate, his kiss turning aggressive as he returned her passion twofold. His hands slid along the back of her thighs, moving with purpose to the front. Just as she began to lose herself in the moment, Violet jerked away abruptly.

The sound that left him was a deep growl, one filled with anger and unfulfilled hunger. His eyes flashed with disapproval, but she surprised him yet again. Instead of retreating as she had before, Violet shifted her weight and pressed lightly against his chest. Her touch was firm but unthreatening, a silent request rather than a refusal. Cain allowed it, leaning back slightly, curiosity sparking in his gaze as she pushed him down further until his back rested against the headboard.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her pulse racing as she straddled his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. The thin robe he wore slipped off his shoulders, pooling around his waist but miraculously still tied. The sight of his bare chest, sculpted and powerful, made her breath hitch, but she refused to meet his eyes.

Don’t think too much, Violet. Don’t think too much... she chanted silently, her trembling hands tentatively brushing against his skin. Her palms slid down his chest, exploring the hard planes of muscle, and she was startled by the warmth that radiated from him.

Cain’s gaze never left her, his intensity stripping her bare despite the layers she still wore. It was as though his eyes were doing what his hands hadn’t yet dared, and it sent a shiver down her spine. The sheer force of his desire was palpable, wrapping around her like a vice, and Violet knew that hesitation would only prolong this encounter.

Her chest heaved as her resolve hardened. Her fingers, trembling but determined, moved lower, finding the knot that kept his robe secure. Slowly, deliberately, she began to undo it. freёnovelkiss.com

Cain’s voice was a low murmur against her ear, his breath hot on her skin as he trailed kisses along the curve of her neck. "You’re braver than you look," he whispered, his hands resting lightly on her waist. There was a dark gleam in his eyes when she finally dared to look at him, their gazes locking. "If you’re going to stop, now’s the time. Otherwise..." His lips curled into a sly smirk. "I’ll take over."

The challenge in his tone lit a fire in her veins. She couldn’t let him have control—not when the consequences of his discovery were so dire. It’s a miracle he hasn’t figured it out already, she thought, a bead of sweat sliding down her temple.

Cain’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "Viole," he said, his tone sharper, snapping her back to the moment. Her fingers stilled for only a moment before she forced herself to continue, her hand slipping beneath the fabric.

Her breath caught as she touched him. The heat of his skin and the sheer size of him beneath her palm sent a wave of shock coursing through her. She gasped, her hand jerking back instinctively, but Cain wouldn’t let her retreat. His arm wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

"I can give you more motivation if you need it," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

Before he could act, Violet made her move. Her hand returned, trembling but resolute, wrapping around him fully. The heat of him burned against her skin, his sheer size making her head spin. Her lips parted in surprise, but she refused to look down, keeping her gaze stubbornly fixed on his chest.

Cain’s reaction was immediate. His head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips as his hand clasped over hers, guiding her movements. "Move," he ordered, his voice hoarse and filled with raw need. His free hand slid to her backside, squeezing in a way that made her jump slightly.

Her fingers tightened around him, moving hesitantly at first, but the sound of his ragged breaths and the way his body reacted to her touch emboldened her. Soon, she found a rhythm, her movements growing surer as she leaned into him.

Cain’s lips found hers again, his kiss fierce and consuming, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that stole her breath. His other hand trailed up her back, his touch sending electric shocks through her body as his moans vibrated against her lips.

Violet couldn’t stop the fire building inside her. His raspy breaths against her ear, the way his body trembled beneath her hands—it was intoxicating. She leaned in further, her own breath hitching as the tension between them coiled tighter.

Cain’s breathing grew erratic, his body stiffening beneath her. She felt the moment he reached his peak, his body shuddering as he released. Violet froze, stunned by the sticky warmth that soaked her hands.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of what had just happened settling over them. Cain’s head dropped to her shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his arms tightened around her. Violet’s mind raced, her cheeks flaming as the reality of the situation sank in.

But there was no time to dwell on it. Before Cain could recover, she pushed against him, slipping out of his hold and darting toward her room. Her hands were still a mess, but she ignored it, slamming the door behind her and grabbing the neck band she’d foolishly left off earlier.

Sliding it on, she swore to herself, Never again will I forget to put it on. She pressed her back against the door, her chest heaving as relief and fear warred within her. She had crossed a boundary one she was sure Cain wouldn’t allow her escape from.