“Batman,” I wheeze. “Wait, shit. Redo. I’m your worst nightmare. Does that sound more threatening?”
He digs his fingers into the soft spots just under my jaw, and I whimper. Not because I’m afraid, like he assumes, but because I want more of this. Which is a wild thought. I blame my inability to think straight on my stiffening dick. Why is it doing that?
“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he says.
“Sure I do. You’re the guy that’s going to fuck me up, right?”
He shoves at my neck, tipping the chair backwards. I brace for impact with the floor, lifting my head enough to avoid hitting it. The force is still enough to draw a grunt from my chest.
“I don’t think you understand your situation,” he says slowly, coming to squat beside me. His head cocks, and a lock of dark hair falls over his forehead. He shoves it back into place, the only sign of his irritation with such an emotionless mask over his face.
“Obviously not,” I reply sarcastically.
“How did you get into my building?”
My heart hammers in my chest under his scrutiny. Lying has never got me anywhere in life, so I stick with honesty. “Bybeing invisible.”
His mouth turns down, confusion kneading his brows together. “You a spy?”
I run the tip of my tongue along my lip ring. His eyes dip there, watching the movement. I don’t miss the way his pupils dilate before he tears them back up to glare at me.
Faster than I can blink, he flicks out a small pocketknife and swipes it across my cheekbone. White-hot pain blooms there, but what he doesn’t know is that the pain only serves to ground me when I’m all wound up.
I grin at him as warm blood drips into my ear. “What kind of business is this? Do you often cut up clients? Offer consulting on how to dish out torture? Or do you order bone tattoo man to rip people apart like pulled pork?”
Cain leans in closer, and I glimpse the little flecks of gold in his red-brown eyes and the faint scar on his chin. His teeth are a bit sharp. And his scent… I draw the hint of eucalyptus deep into my lungs, trapping it there.
My throat tightens as my hard dick jerks in my slacks. I’ve never had a reaction like this to anyone, and it throws me for a loop. I test my restraints again, desperate to move. Pace. Run.
“You’re not a client,” he replies in a cold tone. “You’re a thief. A bad one, at that.”
He flicks his knife closed, splattering droplets of my blood on his polished leather shoes. He doesn’t seem to care.
“I snuck in here, didn’t I? Would have snatched that drive, too, if you hadn’t recognized me,” I say, beginning to enjoy this little exchange more than I should.
I can see the effect my sass is having on him, making him bristle with rage. Slowly, I’m breaking through his polished exterior. I think I’d like to see him lose his cool. Which is just further proof that I’ve lost my mind.
Cain snarls. I brace for another cut, almost welcoming it. He lurches my chair upright. Seconds later, my hands and feet are cut free. He yanks me to a stand, practically carrying me by my neck over to the desk, where he pins me down.
His weight pressing against my hips makes it impossible for me to move. And impossible for me to ignore the hot desire coursing through my body when he glares down at me, his chest rising and falling with aggravated breaths.
Oh, fuck. I definitely like this.
“Is this your first time interrogating someone? Seems like you don’t know what to do with me,” I say, unable to resist further teasing him.
His knife makes another appearance. I should be frightened. I know that. But somehow I’m more turned on than anything else. When he kisses the tip of his blade against my chin, I can’t help my hips from pushing against him, rubbing my aching length against his muscled thigh.
Cain rips his body away.
“Too late,” I whisper, voice sounding husky in my ears. “I felt that.”
The evidence of his arousal strains against his slacks, far too thick and long to hide. His pupils are blown wide now, nearly hiding the warm brown irises. The fact that he’s turned on by our exchange, too, has my entire body thrumming with excitement.
Funny, he came in here to intimidate me, but I think the roles may have reversed.
“Do that again, and I won’t hesitate to kill you,” he threatens, as if I’m to blame for his body’s reaction. Shit, he’s really painfully attractive, though. What was I supposed to do? The knife tease isn’t helping cool me off, either.
I palm my dick through my soft pants. “Can’t help it. Upsetting you is pretty fun.”
