House of Paine - A Full Length Bad Boy Novel (14 page)

“Knock it off,” she said.

Caine grabbed her roughly by the arms and pulled her up towards his face. His pupils were dilated and he was sweating…obviously on something.

“What the fuck did you say?”

“Don’t slap my ass in front of the customers.”

Caine smiled, reached back and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and squeezed, hard. “I’ll fucking grab your ass whenever and wherever I want.”

Pissed, Paige pushed against his chest with both hands. He was wasted enough that he stumbled back into the bar. She saw a dangerous look pass through his eyes and she thought that she was in serious trouble before she heard one of the guys at the bar say, “Hey Caine! How the hell are you guy?”

Paige looked at the man that Caine’s back was to. The man was well dressed and she could see by the look on his face he was trying to distract Caine so she could make her escape. As soon as Caine turned to face her savior, she gave him a small smile behind Caine’s back, picked up her tray and went to serve her drinks.

She was able to avoid him for a while as she served her drinks and the guys at the bar kept him busy. The problems started again just before closing. She was helping the bartender clean up when she felt him at her back again. She tried to step away but this time he wrapped one beefy arm around her waist and the other came up and grabbed one of her breasts. The bartender’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. He actually turned away. Paige tried not to be pissed at him, knowing what an ass Caine would have been if he said anything to him anyways.

“Shit Caine! Stop it! We’re in fucking public!”

“Oh, that’s your problem?” he said like the wasted asshole he was. “We can fix that.” He grabbed her arm and led her towards the back. There were only a few customers left in the club and it was obvious that none of them were going to come to her aid. Everyone in this world lived in fear of a handful. She wondered why they didn’t realize that they could overcome this tyranny these families reined over them if they would all just do the right thing and stand up together against them.

She tried digging her heels in and grabbing onto the wall as they rounded the corner but he was too strong. He half dragged/half carried her to the back like some kind of caveman. When they got to one of the rooms he tossed her down on the bed and started to undo his pants. Appalled, Paige pushed herself up to her feet only to be met with the back of Caine’s hand across her mouth. She fell back and for the second time that day she could taste blood in her mouth. This time it felt like she had a split lip. No man ever laid a hand on her and today it was two…one from each of the families that she intended to destroy…they were just fanning her flames.

“Caine what the fuck are you doing?”

He pushed his pants down and said, “Take your clothes off.”

“Fuck you!” She had definitely never been forced to have sex. She thought about screaming but she knew it would only net her another back hand.

He laughed a creepy laugh and said, “Yes, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, now undress.”

She looked at him defiantly until he proved her point and raised his hand to strike her again. They stared at each other for several seconds before she finally reached for the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head. This son of a bitch was going to have her either way. All she could really do now was make sure he did it by inflicting as little pain as possible. He stood there naked in front of her while she peeled off her clothes. She unhooked her bra and he licked his lips as her full breasts bounced free. She wondered how many women he had fooled into thinking he was as good as he looked over the years. She wished that she had a knife right now. She’d love to shove it into his gut and watch his face as she twisted it.

He grinned at her and her stomach rolled. She could taste bile in the back of her throat as he lowered himself down on top of her. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her up into a kiss. He kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth. It was a brief, but intense kiss and it made Paige feel even sicker. While his tongue probed her mouth all she could think about was that she was kissing the man that killed her brother.

She felt her eyes well up with tears for just a second. She willed them away. She wasn’t going to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She could feel him pressing at her opening. At least he wasn’t looking for any foreplay tonight.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her. She wanted to spit in his face, but she kept her face neutral and squeezed her eyes shut. “Get on your knees.” Shit! His tone went from admiration to total domination. He was going to make her pay for resisting.

She sank slowly to the floor as he stepped towards her, shoving his throbbing cock into her face. He took it into his hand and held the back of her head with his other hand. He started rubbing it all over her face. Once again she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to transport herself somewhere else inside of her head…anywhere else.

“Open up sweetheart.” She was afraid she would gag, but she did as he told her. As soon as her lips parted he pushed himself into her mouth. The side where he’d hit her and split her lip was burning and she could taste blood again. He didn’t seem to notice or care. She considered biting down, but she was sure she might have to pay for that with her life if she did. He began thrusting his hips, pushing in deeper and deeper, still holding her head in place with his hand. Her eyes teared up again, but this time because she was trying not to gag. In a breathless voice he said, “Play with your tits baby.” She dutifully obliged, moving her hands to her chest and tugging at her hardening nipples. Fucking traitorous body.

After several minutes of that he pushed in deep and smiled as he watched her try not to gag. She knew he was about to come and she couldn’t swear that she wouldn’t not only gag, but throw up as well. She pulled her eyes open in surprise as she felt him pull out of her mouth.

"Get up on the bed on your hands and knees," he ordered.

She stood up and looked into his eyes. She didn’t try to hide her disgust in her look but oddly enough, that seemed to arouse him further. He grinned and rubbed his hand over his twitching cock. She crawled up on the bed and got on her hands and knees, facing away from him. He slid a hand between her legs, dragging his fingers through the moisture there. “I knew you wanted it. You like to play hard to get,” he said, sticking a finger inside of her and causing her to flinch. “That’s okay. I like to play too.”

He pulled his hand away and climbed up on the bed with her. She felt the bed shift under his weight as he positioned himself behind her and pushed his rock hard erection at her opening again. Without hesitation this time, he slid into her as deep as he could go. She was wet in spite of how badly she hated him and how much she did not want this.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? We’re good together.” Luckily he didn’t seem to want an answer because she didn’t think she could bring herself to give him one that he’d be satisfied with. He seemed like he was in his own world at that point, shoving in, pulling out…groaning and occasionally saying, “Fuck yeah!” She could feel his sweat dripping onto her back and that in and of itself was nauseating. He continued with a steady rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth, burying his cock deep inside of her. She moaned a few times and that seemed to really excite him. It pissed her off even more.

He reached around underneath her and started playing with her clit. Paige could feel herself racing towards an orgasm and the feeling of humiliation and anger was mixed deep with the feelings of pleasure her body was having. It was so fucking surreal. She finally gave into it since there was really nothing else she could do. She arched her back and dipped her face down into the mattress, biting down on the pillow as he continued his manipulation of her hard clit. He reached around with the other hand and took one of her dangling breasts in his hand and began to twist and pull on her nipple. She bit down harder to keep from screaming as an orgasm tore through her. He felt her pussy clamp down around his hard cock and he let go of her breast and reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair. He tugged her up so that her back was almost touching his chest and he leaned in and kissed her cheek…

“She likes it rough, does she?”

Paige didn’t answer him again. Again, he seemed too into what he was doing to care. He was grunting loudly and breathing hard. She knew he was ready to come and she wanted him to. She needed this to be over. He yanked back harder on her hair and continued his assault on her clit with his fingers as he plowed into her. She heard him let out the loudest moan yet and then his body tensed and he used the hand underneath her to pull her back into him hard and he held her there tightly as he came inside of her.

Thank God for birth control. The spawn of Caine would be likened to the spawn of the devil as far as she was concerned.

He held on tightly to her hair as he rocked in and out of her, milking his cock inside of her. When he finally pulled out and collapsed down on the bed Paige wished even harder for that knife. He reached over and tried to caress her like they were lovers. She tried to take it without stiffening, but to her it was a bigger insult than being fucked. She wiggled over and sat up. “Caine?”

“Yeah?” He propped himself up on his elbow and used his other hand to trace around her breasts. She shuddered. The pure revulsion had returned.

“I’m sorry about earlier…I was just in a mood.” She was shocked at how natural the words sounded…but she needed him to believe that she was interested. She needed to stay close, long enough to kill him.

He grinned. He knows how good looking he is and he was so used to using that and his father’s name to get what he wants that he didn’t even hesitate to believe her. “It’s okay baby,” he said, running his fingers across her bleeding lip. “I’m sorry I hit you. I just wanted you so bad…”

She forced a smile. It took everything in her to say, “I know,” and then she went in to use the shower. When she came out, he was gone. Her shift was over, she was going home.

Damien spent his afternoon watching television and alternating between being pissed at Paige and then being pissed at his father. The bottom line was that he was pissed at life in general. He hated his fucking life. He hated that a woman like Paige could come along and he knew that no matter what, he would never be good enough for her. His life would never be anything more than it was as long as his father was alive.

He also spent some time painstakingly searching her room…with good results. He was surprised at his brother…the vent was such an obvious place. The chaos of the moment must have had Alex off his game that afternoon. He took it and left the vent open. He had every intention of telling her he had it…as far as giving it back or not, that was a different story.

He was just about to get into the shower around nine when his doorbell rang. It was too early to be Paige, besides, she has her own key. He got up and went to the door. He looked out the peep hole and saw that it was Kelsey. Fuck!

He pulled open the door and said, “What are you doing here, Kelsey?” The look on her face was instantly pissed.

“Are you going to let me in?”

“Why? What are you doing here?”

She raised both eyebrows. “You’ve never asked me that before. Is your little slut Paige giving you what you need?”

“Fuck off, Kelsey. Who or what I choose to fuck is none of your business.”

“So you admit that you are fucking her? That’s funny, because she denies it.”

“Kelsey, it’s been a long day. I’m not going to do this with you. How many times and how many different ways do I have to tell you that you’re not my fucking girlfriend and you never will be. Now if you don’t mind…”

“What happened to your leg?”

Damien sighed and rolled his eyes. It was like she didn’t even hear him.

“I cut myself shaving.”

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

“I’m not in the mood for this shit Kelsey okay.”

“Why are you sitting alone in the dark at nine o’clock at night half-dressed? What is going on with you? Why aren’t you working or out or fucking me?”

“Get out!”

“Damien!”

“Get the fuck out now!” Kelsey looked like she was going to say something else, but she knew Damien well enough to know how far to push him.

“I’m leaving but if that little skank Paige knows what’s good for her, she’ll stay away from you.”

Damien got close to her face and gritted his teeth as he said, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop acting like you have any fucking rights when it comes to my life.”

Kelsey didn’t look scared. She was sure the fact that she was Lucas Kramer’s daughter would keep him from hurting her even if he wanted to. It had been that way her entire life. Nothing scared her. Damien knew though that she did know the harder she pushed him, the more he would push her away. She just didn’t know yet how far. He took her arm and pushed her back out into the hall. She straightened her sleeve and smiled at him. He slammed the door in her face.

He had a headache now. He went in and took two aspirin before finally getting into the shower. He didn’t have the same energy and willingness to deal with Paige now when she got home. He briefly considered pretending like he was asleep and dealing with it tomorrow but in spite of the fact that she’d actually shot him in the fucking leg…he still wanted to see her. It actually pissed him off a little bit…no woman had ever had the upper hand with him…at least not since his mother died.