Page 6 of From the Ashes
My shoulders roll as a wave of anger engulfs my very being. It wraps me up and shrouds me tight, waiting for me to explode, but I try to keep it together. Instead, exhaling loudly in disgust, I grunt, slamming my menu shut. “Excuse me, waiter…” I call out, and he turns around, walking back to us while Cain looks at me intently.
“Ah… I’ll have the prime beef medallion, medium as well, thank you,” I correct, staring directly at Cain. His nostrils flare, his face turns a bright red, and the vein on his neck pulsates with every frantic beat of his rapidly racing heart.
The waiter looks at Cain, then back to me. “Certainly, ma’am,” the waiter replies, then scurries away so fast. It’s like he can’t get away quick enough.
I slowly look back at Cain, who’s gnawing on his bottom lip like he is making a meal of it, and his nostrils flare in and out with his harsh breaths.
“What... was… that?” he asks in a low, hushed breath.
“I ordered whatIwanted. You know how I feel about you ordering for me, Cain. You make me feel like an errant child.”
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, looking like he can’t stand that I’m taking control of my dinner order away from him. It’s almost like he can’t bear it. He’s clenching his teeth together so hard I’m worried they might chip. He’s agitated, and I can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Since the accident, I know he likes to be in control. However, this is too much. I have to teach him that he can still live and be happy with a little less control over the things around him.
“Cain, say something,” I whisper.
He scrunches his eyes shut, taking in a few what seem to be centering breaths. When he opens his eyes again, they’re burning with lust, which takes me by surprise. “You need to powder your nose. Go to the restroom, Makaylie,” he says slow and steady, in a don’t-mess-with-me attitude.
My muscles tense, and I furrow my eyes at the intensity of his stare. I clear my throat to say something, but words fail me. So I simply nod, and he relaxes slightly. Standing from my chair, I walk with my head down toward the restroom.
Maybe some space from each other for a moment will be good right now.
I’ll let him cool off and have time to calm down too.
Why does he have to continually tell me what to do?
I mean, seriously, what the hell does ‘You need to powder your nose’ mean anyway.
What is he now, the makeup police?
Stupid arrogant jerk.
Pushing open the restroom doors, they sway, and I walk in. I am lucky no one’s in here to witness my mood. Making my way to the sink, I rest my hands on the basin and look up into the mirror to see my reflection staring back at me.
I look fine. What the fuck?
Luckily, because I left my bag in the restaurant anyway, I couldn’t powder my nose even if I needed to. Maybe Cain needed a moment to gather his composure after I shoved his controlling habit back in his face.
Serves him right.
The door of the restroom swings open, and before I know what’s happening, I’m tackled into the closest stall. I let out a slight scream before a hand covers my mouth. I’m shoved chest first up against the wall of the stall with a hard body pressed against mine. I see the lock on the stall door turn, and my chest heaves as a chill of terror floods my entire body. My heart races so fast that my chest feels like it’s going to explode. I feel dizzy from the adrenaline rushing through me.
It’s all happening so fast.
Who the fuck is this?
The man presses his hard body against mine in a clearly sexual way, his other hand comes up, grabbing my wrist and holding it tight. A hint of recognition creeps in as he leans against my ear, his breath heavy as he presses his arousal into my ass.
“Don’t defy me. Do you realize what you did out there? You have made me so angry my blood is boiling… it’s boiling foryou, Makaylie. Can youfeelthat?” Cain asks as he grinds his hard cock into my ass. “See what you do to me? I’m so angry.Youdefying me has gotten me so worked up that I have to remind you thatIhave the control andwilltake you anywhere, at any time, little dove. This is a reminder that you belong to me…only me, Makaylie,” he roars, prying his rigid fingers away from my mouth as he leans in, taking my ear lobe between his teeth and biting it hard, sending shock waves straight down the center of my body.
Even though I’m so angry at him, I can’t deny that my now-awakened core is screaming for him. Cain runs his hands down my sides and breathes heavily into my neck. My pulse skyrockets as his hands follow the curves of my body to my jeans, which he quickly unbuttons and pulls down to my ankles.
“Don’t… move,” he enunciates the words slow and strict.
I brace myself against the wall as his hands cup my ass. Cain runs his fingers along the seam of my G-string when suddenly, I hear them tear. I look down to see my panties fall to the floor. Gasping, he moves down, squatting just in front of my ass. My breathing is fast and heavy as he runs his tongue along my cheek. I chew on my bottom lip as he grabs my hips, spinning me around so quickly his face is in line with my pussy. I wobble slightly and move my hands to his hair as he kneels.
There’s no sound in the restroom except for my heavy breathing.
Cain looks at me with a salacious grin.