A Lover To Him

Chapter Nine, A nice Italian dessert

WARNING!

Strong sexual content ahead, along with mentioning of sex. This is marked as mature content.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, mon amour," Caine says huskily, making me look up at him with red cheeks. It's scary how well he still knows me after so many years apart. It's scary how he knows that I have thought about it. 

A lot actually. 

I hate the fact how every time I see another guy I compare him to Caine. I hate how I can only think of Caine when I see a guy talking to me in a flirtatious way. I hate how I can only think of Caine when I'm aroused, how I can only think of his dick in my pussy. 

"That's because all I can think about is you when I'm aroused. I hate it." I blurt out with frustration, making the amused smirk on Caine's lips grow. I should have known that he would find this conversation entertaining. 

He loves to see me squirm sometimes. 

"Too bad you hate it because I could do something about it, you know?" Caine smirks widens, making my cheeks glow even redder than they already are. I hate the fact that I'm so innocent and embarrassed when it comes to this, while he's so confident about it. 

Caine takes my hand and pulls me towards his chest, the actions are too quick for me to realize what he's doing. I can feel his breath next to my ear, moving a few strands of my hair. His hands travel to my back, making sure I'm never getting out of his grip by myself. 

He's dominating me, and secretly, I love every bit of it. 

"What are you going to do about it?" I ask with curiosity, making Caine look at me with his mesmerizing ice-blue eyes I will never forget. His eyes darken, and the glare he shoots me only holds lust and desire. 

And maybe a little bit of passion. 

"Don't let your mouth get you into your ass can't handle, mon amour." His face brushes against my hair as he whispers the words to me. I give him a challenging glare when he looks at me, and I push myself away from him. 

His eyes follow my every move, not leaving my sight once. His hair is as messy as always, and there are a couple of wild strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes. His jaw is tight like he's trying to control himself from his own desire. The smirk on his lips has changed into a thin line. 

Seeing him like that is waking up something me that I've never felt before. Maybe, it's a slight feeling of dominance, or maybe, just the feeling that he's trying to control himself because of me. It's making me sure of what I'm about to do. 

What I'm about to do throws all my morals out of the window. It throws all my years of distancing myself and getting over him out of the window. It throws my feelings of hate out of the window. 

I wouldn't normally do this, but I feel like I don't care anymore. I don't want to think about what might be next. I don't want to think about tomorrow. I don't want to think about anything else except for Caine fucking Williams, who's standing right on the other side of the room. 

I might regret this decision in the morning and call myself a stupid idiot, but that doesn't matter. 

"I want you, Caine," I say, slowly taking off his hoodie. A bit of my stomach shows as his shirt lifts when I take his hoodie off, and I can hear Caine curse under his breath. He can take the honors of removing his shirt himself. 

"Holy shit, mon amour. I will fuck you until you love to think about me when you're aroused, alright my love? I won't stop until you love it." Caine says, making a challenging smile tuck the corners of my mouth as I raise my eyebrows.