Page 62 of Ravaged By a Devil

Cain’s hold on my wrists doesn't loosen even an inch, but I hold his gaze, a sudden spark of reckless defiance flaring up inside me.

"No," I say, my voice sharp.

His eyes flash—a dark, dangerous storm igniting in the depth of his pupils. He doesn't say a word. In one swift, powerful motion, Cain scoops me up into his arms, tossing me over his broad shoulder like I weigh nothing at all.

"Cain! Put me down!" I shout, my fists coming down hard against the broad expanse of his back.

He completely ignores my protest, his grip around my thighs like iron as he trudges up the grand staircase. I fight him every step of the way, squirming, kicking, and trying to wriggle free, but my resistance only seems to make him move with a darker purpose.

He turns down the long hallway and pushes open the door to his bedroom. The space is massive and shrouded in deep shadow—a dark-themed sanctuary dominated by black oak, charcoal linens, and the soft, ambient glow of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows.

He marches straight to the center of the room and tosses me onto the king-sized bed. The mattress absorbs the impact, but before I can even scramble backward, Cain lunges over me.

His frame towers above mine, his weight settling between my thighs to trap me completely. Before I can strike out, his large hand shoots up, capturing both of my wrists and pinning them firmly above my head against the plush headboard.

I open my mouth to snap at him, but the sudden change in his energy catches the words in my throat.

The feral, wild heat in his expression softens just a fraction, replaced by a quiet, intense focus. He leans down, his breath warm against my cheek.

"Alexis," his voice comes out shockingly gentle, low and steady against the frantic beating of my heart. "Listen to me. Tell me you understand what’s going on and tell me you want this."

The sudden softness in his tone, paired with the absolute physical power he holds over me, sends a shudder through my entire body. I hold his dark, searching gaze, the defiance melting out of me into something far hotter.

"Yes," I breathe, my chest heaving against his. "Yes, I do. I want this."

Cain stares down at me for a long, silent second, reading every inch of my face to ensure the truth of my words. Satisfied, the predatory darkness settles back into his eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and takes the hem of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, he pulls it up and over my head, discarding it onto the floor beside the bed along with my bra. The cool air of the room hits my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly, but before I can process it, he is moving again.

A sudden, sharp gasp leaves my mouth as I feel the smooth weight of a thick restraint wrapping around my wrists. I twist my hands, trying to see what he’s doing, but I can't even look up—his massive body holds me completely hostage, his chest blocking my field of vision as he works with practiced efficiency.

I don't even know where he got the material from, but within seconds, he loops the rope through the dark ironwork of the headboard, securing my hands firmly above me.

"Cain—" I pant, my heart hammering against my ribs.

He doesn't answer. He slides down my body, his calloused hands gripping the waist of my jeans. In two swift tugs, he strips the denim down my legs, tossing them off the edge of the mattress along with my underwear.

Before I can draw another full breath, he grabs my ankles. He pulls my legs wide, securing each ankle with matching restraints to the wooden posts at the foot of the bed.

I am left completely naked, spread-eagled before his dark, consuming gaze, totally bound and entirely at his mercy.

A slow, dangerous smirk curves Cain's lips as he crawls onto the mattress, moving over the dark sheets like a stalking panther. He leans over me, his broad shadow blocking out the light as his weight settles against the bed.

"Before this night ends," he whispers, "you are going to be begging me to take you."

I tilt my chin up, fighting through the thick haze of anticipation settling over the room, and force a breathless smirk onto my face.

"In your dreams, Cain."

His dark eyes flash with amusement, accepting the challenge instantly.

He shifts down the length of my body, his hands trailing over my skin as he works his way to my feet. He begins at my toes, drawing sharp, shocking sensations from my sensitive skin before his mouth moves slowly up the curve of my calf.

I thrash against the restraints, my wrists pulling against the headboard, my hips twisting as the intense, torturous sensory overload hits my nervous system. Cain pays no attention to my writhing. His mouth moves up to the sensitive inner skin of my thigh and presses his teeth firmly into the flesh.

I gasp sharply, arching my back as a sting of dark pleasure shoots through me. I already know that one will leave a deep, bruised mark—a permanent reminder of his ownership that I'll see in the mirror tomorrow.

Without breaking his rhythm, his mouth moves up over my hip, dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses across the flat expanse of my stomach. At the same time, his hands explore my upper body, his fingers teasing and rolling over my aching nipples, tweaking them just roughly enough to draw a soft whimper from my throat.