CHAPTER 113: MAD{+18}

"I didn’t say a thing!" Violet replied coldly, her gaze turning away from him and fixing back on the floor. She refused to think more about Fiona or her presence in the same wing, but Cain’s voice broke her train of thought.

"Be careful and stay away from her! She’s Eldric’s puppet, and Eldric is dangerous!" Cain warned.

Violet nodded vigorously, having heard enough rumors about the dark things Eldric was capable of. There wasn’t a single reason she could think of to get mixed up with his daughter—much less one who liked Cain.

Yet a frown still formed on her brow. Before she could dwell on it, Cain stepped closer, towering over her. The intensity in his gaze made her step back, her heart racing as she understood what it meant.

"Cain! It’s afternoon, we—" she started, but the words died in her throat as his lips met hers.

The kiss was strong, passionate, and electrifying. His body pressed into hers, his arms wrapping around her, holding her in a way that made her pulse race.

She wanted to speak, to regain her composure, but the kiss deepened. His hands slid under her shirt, moving with an urgency that sent shivers up her spine. In one swift motion, the buttons of her shirt scattered as she tried to lean back, only to feel the solid door behind her.

"Ca—" she whispered, her voice faltering as his hands glided over her stomach. He tore the bandage wrapped around her chest with a single motion.

Panic surged for a fleeting moment, but it vanished as his fingers brushed against her breasts, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. The sensation terrified her, yet she couldn’t help but crave more in a way that made her almost hate herself.

Her mind knew that staying away from someone that would hurt her was the rational thing to do, yet her body obeyed different rules.

His strong hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently but firmly. Before she realized it, his other hand had found the buttons of her pants. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop him—she was too far gone.

Their kiss grew wetter, more fervent, and Violet felt herself melting into it, her mind clouded with sensations she had never known before.

She waited for him to undo her pants, uncaring about being exposed, when he abruptly pulled back. He kissed her cheek, his lips brushing her ear as his deep voice rumbled, "I could take you to bed right now if you accept."

Her response was automatic. She nodded, her hands sliding down to touch the hard planes of his stomach, her fingers tracing the ridges of muscle just above his waistband. The need to remove his pants grew stronger, consuming her.

Cain didn’t need further encouragement. He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed with effortless strength. He laid her down gently, his eyes dark with intent as he pulled off his shirt, then hers.

Her pants followed, leaving her in just her underwear. Embarrassment flared, and she instinctively tried to hide her legs. But Cain was undeterred, his hands parting her thighs with a firm yet tender touch.

"Ca-Cain—" she stammered, but his expression silenced her. He leaned down, capturing her lips once more.

His hands returned to her chest, teasing her nipples until her back arched with pleasure, her body yielding to his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she clung to him, her breaths coming in soft gasps.

But the sensation of his hands on her chest disappeared, and she almost whimpered in protest. Then she felt his hand slide down her belly, brushing against her underwear.

Her mouth opened to protest, but his hand slipped beneath the fabric before she could form words.

He kissed her harder, his touch gentle but insistent. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as her legs instinctively moved to match the rhythm of his fingers.

"Violet! Say my name," he whispered against her lips.

Too lost in the overwhelming sensations, Violet ignored him.

Cain growled, slowing his movements. "Say my name, Violet!"

"Ca-Cain!" she gasped, his name tumbling from her lips as her body trembled under his touch.

He smiled, trailing kisses down her neck as his fingers moved faster and deeper, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

"More! Ca-Cain!" Violet cried out, her voice raw with need. Her eyes shut tightly as the heat built to a crescendo, her legs trembling as her body clenched around him.

"Violet," he murmured darkly, his breath hot against her ear. "When I finally take you, I expect you to beg me just like this."

His words barely registered as her body gave in to the sensations, wrapping tightly around him as she reached her climax.

It took her a moment to recover, but when she did, a flush of embarrassment overtook her. Cain’s fingers were still inside her, and she instinctively grabbed his hand to pull it away. But he moved faster, tearing her underwear as though it were paper.

"We’re just getting started. There’s no way you want me to stop now," he said with a sly grin, pulling her onto his lap.

The bulge in his pants pressed against her, and he positioned her to straddle him.

"Now," he whispered, his lips brushing hers. "I need you to be much louder."

He kissed her again, intent on making her voice echo through the room.

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Fiona stepped out of her room after dismissing the servant who had delivered her snacks. She had planned to speak with Cain about dinner, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to grow closer to him.

But as she approached his door, she froze.

Faint sounds reached her ears, and her heart sank. Her teeth ground together, rage simmering beneath her calm facade. Without a word, she turned on her heel and stormed back to her room.

The door slammed shut behind her, and a moment later, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the air.

Fiona had just poured herself a drink to relax when instead she picked up the glass and bottle smashing it into the ground, her hands trembling as she tried to suppress the storm of emotions within her as she grinded her teeth against each other. She could still remember the sounds she heard and they made her mad.