Stephanie's POV
Oh my world! My head ached badly as I struggled to open my eyes. My head felt all fuzzy. The first thing I saw were the eyes of Cane, boring a hole through me.
From the way his lips lifted. I could tell what he was thinking. 'could anyone be dumber?' what the hell even happened? His voice broke through my thoughts.
"So, if I'm getting this right. You went into a room, saw a lion inside my penthouse and fainted because you thought it was going to eat you?"
The sarcasm was so thick you could spread it on toast. My face burned.
"It was dark!" I defended myself, sitting up. "And that room is full of giant, dead animal heads! Who has that? A normal person has paintings. Or a nice vase."
He didn't even crack a smile. "They're stuffed, Stephanie. Not dead. There's a difference. And most people don't scream and faint over interior decoration."
I was done. He can go ahead and laugh. I swung my legs off the bed, my pride more hurt than anything else. I marched out of the room without another word.
But he just followed me. Of course he did.
"Just a friendly warning," he called from behind me, his voice teasing. "Don't go opening any other doors. You might find my stack of dead bodies and faint again. I don't have time to keep carrying you to bed."
That was it! I stopped so suddenly and spun around to tell him exactly what I thought of his stupid jokes.
Thump. I bumped into a him. I could smell his cologne and it made my heart do a flip I really didn't understand or maybe I did.
I slowly looked back up at him and the mocking smile and sarcasm I saw earlier had completely disappeared. The look on his eyes now was darker.
"I'm starting to think this was all a plot." he said, his voice dropping to a low, sultry rumble that vibrated right through me. "Were you really lost and scared or you were just looking for my attention?"
My brain short-circuited. "What? No! Don't be ridiculous!"
I tried to push him away, but his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer instead. His body was solid and warm against mine.
What the hell is he doing? "Let me go, Cane."
"No," he whispered, his lips close to my ear. "I don't think I will. You say one thing, but I can prove your body wants something else."
Oh, God. This was bad. This was very, very bad but how can something feel bad and good at the same time.
I gathered all my strength and twisted myself away from his grip. I didn't even think twice about it, I just ran. Anywhere but close to him. I grabbed the knob of the nearest door and went through it, slamming it shut behind me.
I leaned against the door, panting. I'd stay here till he goes out or whatever.
But then realization slowly dawned on me. The room was huge, dark and messy. A black jacket was thrown over a chair and the air even smelt like him. This was his room
Before I could even process everything, I heard the door knob turn. "Oh hell nah!" I exclaimed as I leaped for it. I fumbled, trying to lock it before he gets in but I was too slow. The door opened and he stepped inside.
He didn't even utter a word. He just turned and clicked the lock behind him then faced me. His eyes directly on mine.
My stomach did a full somersault. A hot flush spread from my chest all the way up to my cheeks. I felt my knees get a little weak. This was not the plan. The plan was revenge, not… this!
He started walking towards me, taking slow, deliberate steps.
My feet automatically moved backwards, step for step, until the back of my knees hit the edge of his bed.
I lost my balance and let out a little yelp as I fell backwards, landing right in the middle of the soft mattress. I was completely done for.
Cane stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me. For a moment, I couldn't move. My thoughts were scattered, spinning in every direction, trying to make sense of what was happening.
I was so lost that I didn't see him go down till I felt it. His cold tongue pressed against my clit. My breathing automatically became ragged. I bit down on my lips trying to suppress the moan that was threatening to come out
"Cane, stop…" I managed to whisper, bringing my thighs together in a bid to shut him out.
He chuckled softly, as he lifted his head, his voice deep and teasing. "Really? You sure you want me to stop?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My body was betraying me, trembling under his touch.
It's not like he was waiting for an answer, he dove back in, his tongue flicking and circling.
I squirmed beneath him, my breath coming in sharp gasps. His mouth was everywhere. I'd completely lost control and my body ache with need. "Cane, please…" I whimpered.
For the years I'd been married to Myron, I hadn't felt this..alive. He was always away. From business trips to meetings. It's been from one excuse to another. And I'd been loyal, painfully loyal. But Cane, he had a way of dismantling my walls with just one look, one touch.
My mind would scream no but my body screamed yes.
I felt his fingers slipped inside me, sliding deep, his thumb pressing against my clit in perfect rhythm with his tongue.
My body tightened, every nerve ending screaming for release. Screaming his name, my back arched off the bed as I came apart beneath him. My pussy clenched around his fingers, my walls pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My mind went blank, the world narrowing down to the feel of his mouth, his hands, his name on my lips.
He didn't move for a moment. He just watched me, his expression unreadable. Then, in that same low, commanding voice, he said, "Now, be a good girl and return the favor."
My pulse skipped. I hesitated, searching his face, but the hunger in his eyes left no room for doubt.
Slowly, I obeyed, My hands trembling as I reached for him. My lips wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock without a second thought. His skin was warm and smooth, his length filling my mouth as I took him deep. My tongue swirled around him, tasting him, savoring him. His hands tangled in my hair, his groans raw and unfiltered, like he was fighting to hold back the storm brewing inside him.
"Fuck, Stephanie…" he gritted out, his voice strained. I looked up at him through my lashes, my lips stretched around him, and for a moment, he seemed to lose his grip. But then, with a growl, he yanked me off, shoving me back onto the bed. Before I could catch my breath, he was on top of me, his weight pressing me down as he positioned himself at my entrance.
His dick slammed into me, hard and relentless, filling me to the brink. I moaned, my nails digging into his back as i met his thrusts, desperate for more. His hips snapped as he pounded into my wet, aching hole. His face was buried in my neck, his breath hot and ragged, his growls vibrating against my skin.
I was close again, so close, my body tightening around him as he drove me to the edge. "Cane…" I cried out, my voice hoarse, my nails clawing at his skin.
He didn't slow down, didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. Instead, he thrust harder, deeper, until I shattered, screaming his name as my pussy clenched around him, milking him for everything he had. He buried himself deep, his hips stuttering as he came with a guttural groan, his cum spilling inside me, hot and endless. For a moment, the world was silent, the only sound our ragged breaths and the pounding of our hearts in sync.
***
I woke up hours later, the room still dark. Cane was asleep beside me, one arm thrown possessively across my waist. His face was relaxed in sleep. He looked almost… peaceful. It was a lie, I was sure of it.
I on the other hand couldn't go back to sleep. Carefully, I slipped out from under his arm. He grumbled in his sleep but didn't wake. I pulled on his discarded and tiptoed out of the room.
The penthouse was a maze, I wandered the halls, my bare feet quiet on the cool marble. I just wanted to get my bearings.
I turned a corner and saw a door slightly ajar, a soft, blueish light was shining from the crack. It could probably be a home theater or maybe another of his creepy rooms. I pushed the door open.
It was an office, but not your regular kind of office. One entire wall wasn't made of wood or paint, but of screens and pinned-up photographs. I wouldn't normally think anything of it but then again the pictures were of me.
My eyes went from one image to another, my heartbeat doubling. There was a picture of me in the grocery store, three years ago. There were pictures of my marriage to Myron. There was one of me visiting my mother's grave, my head bowed, completely alone.
These pictures dated back years ago, even before I married Myron. It wasn't a coincidence, our meeting at the bar. It was all planned.
The air left my lungs in a horrified rush.
"Oh my God,"