CHAPTER 223: DEANNE’S EXPLICIT SEDUCTION

–Deanne–

I went through a lot just to get to the penthouse. Based on my calculations, he should arrive in a few minutes. Enough time to prepare. I slipped through the secret passage leading straight into the panic room—entered like I owned the place.

Well, technically, Caine said he already put my name as co-owner of the penthouse, so yes, I do own it.

I headed to the bathroom and took my time in the shower—pampering myself, enjoying every second. When I stepped out, I lit the candles and switched on some smooth jazz. Perfect. Then I checked the camera.

There he was—my handsome Caine. Unshaven, exhausted, and still drop-dead gorgeous.

I just hope he’s not too tired for me tonight... or the following days.

I watched him pause, clearly alerted by the music. I rolled onto the bed, wearing nothing but my sheer mesh negligee and the most daring net bodysuit—crotchless, of course. Enough to make him drool on sight.

The door cracked open, and the muzzle of his gun appeared first.

Caine froze the moment our eyes met. He lowered the gun and shut the door again.

Why the hell didn’t he walk in?

"Caine?" I called.

The door creaked open again.

"I can’t—" He stopped and inhaled sharply at the sight of me. "I can’t see straight."

I smirked and slowly spread my legs, making it very clear what I wanted.

"Fuck me... heavens above." He made the sign of the cross, holstered his gun, and started undressing like his soul was leaving his body. "I’m dreaming."

Then he ran into the bathroom.

I sighed. Of course he did.

When he came back out—completely naked—he wiped himself down and stared at me again, like he couldn’t believe I was real.

"Deanne?" he said, hesitant. This stupid, stupid man.

"How long are you going to make me wait?" I snapped. "I am literally drying up here. Or maybe I should just go."

I stood up dramatically, even wearing a buttplug just to tease him more—this asshole deserved to suffer a little.

But the moment I reached for the door, he grabbed me and pinned me down on the bed.

"I’m not dreaming... right?" he whispered, our faces barely an inch apart.

I punched him in the chest.

"Ow!"

"Now, go the fuck down and eat me up!" I hissed. He laughed, hugged me and showered my face with kisses. I giggled when he started teasing my nipples. His hand went to my bare bottom and there, he found my surprise.

"What is this?" He rubbed the gem between as I felt the roundness of it tightens around me.

He scooped me and brought me to the pillows.

Finally opening my legs again for him.

"This is your second chance, Caine."

"Oh, my Goddess." He scooped both of my breasts, brought the nipples together and sucked it both.

With just that, it’s enough to make me cum.

Caine works his tongue between my legs. The shuddering explosion of my climax just messes up our bed which I missed so much. It didn’t stop there. He teased me with the buttplug on. But what I didn’t expect next? Was how blissful it is when he finally fuck me hard.

Both my A spot and G spot were being rammed by his dick and through the friction of the buttplug, it kept me cumming... like literally overflowing on every thrust.

He pulled out, stroking his manhood as those ropes of his cum just squirts on my chin and chest. I raised my hand, grabbed it and sucked it.

"Oh, fuck!" He shouted as I felt those hot things on my tongue. He collapsed next to me as he stared at me. I swallowed and turned to him. "Shit. I didn’t expect that." He wiped my chin. He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue moved inside my mouth.

We didn’t just stop there, facing each other, sideways, he slid between me.

"I love you." He grumbled. He pinned me back down and continued thrusting while sucking both of my nipples at the same time.

I don’t know how many rounds we’ve had, but when my eyes flutter open, the only thing I’m sure of is that I still want him.

"Caine," I whispered.

"Hmm?" he murmured as he kissed my eyelids. "Are you hungry?"

"I want you to fuck me more."

His hand moved behind me, and I gasped when he pulled out the buttplug—my eyes snapped wide open, however, he slid it back.

"Babe," he said calmly, "you’re overflowing with my semen. We haven’t talked about pregnancy yet."

"I’m on pills. Remember?"

"Oh." He laughed under his breath and kissed my forehead. "I’ll cook first. You must be starving."

I pouted, but he smacked my butt lightly in warning.

"Don’t be stubborn. Drink some water," he sighed, pulling on his boxers before kissing the top of my head.

I crawled over to the smart nightstand, opened the built-in fridge drawer, and grabbed a cold bottle of water. I gulped it down, but even after quenching my thirst... I needed him again.

"Caine! Get your ass back here!"

"Nope," he shouted from the kitchen. "You’re hungry."

I got up, marched toward the kitchen, and found him already in an apron, cooking something that smelled ridiculous enough to make me drool.

"Then fuck me here," I declared, climbing onto the counter.

He sighed like a man whose fate had been sealed months ago. "Deanne... get down."

I did not.

He turned off the stove, stepped between my knees, and grabbed my thighs, pulling me close. "You are very impatient," he muttered before kissing my nose. "Do you miss me that much?"

I grinned. "Of course. I miss my human sex toy."

His mouth twitched. "Let’s get married."

He said it like he was asking what time it was.

I kissed him, slow and deep. "Fuck me first. Let’s make a mess in the kitchen."

"You are so horny," he groaned, licking along my neck. "Did you take something before coming here?"

I smirked, curling my fingers into his hair.

"Yeah," I breathed against his ear. "You."

Our finale?

We ended up in the bathroom, where he finally removed the metal toy from my butt. Relief didn’t even begin to describe it. He wrapped me in his shirt, casual as ever, then opened a small vault hidden behind the mirror. Inside was a box. When he opened it, a soft light illuminated a black diamond sitting like it owned the place.

"Sexy and dangerous," he said.

"I love it," I grinned as he knelt and slid the ring onto my finger. Perfect. No cheesy speeches. No romantic tears. Just sex and jewelry—my love language.

"Now let me finish cooking. Then we eat." He smacked my butt and squeezed it. "You were so sexy, by the way." He kissed my cheek hard. "We’ll continue the game later. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other." He hugged me tight.

"I’m starving."

"Right." He chuckled and carried me back to the kitchen. While he cooked, I cleaned the counter we’d made a mess on—sanitized, mopped, wiped. I also set the table.

He presented ribeye steak with grilled asparagus and kani salad. The man knew how to make a comeback.

"So, where have you been?" he asked once we settled at the table.

"I’ve been locked up. Livana’s orders," I answered.

"You weren’t at the funeral," he said softly.

"There were too many eyes. Too many things happening at once." I took my first bite, nodded, and moaned. Perfect seasoning. Melted instantly.

"And there was no way you could contact me?" he pressed.

"Nope," I shrugged. "It was very strict. And..." I sighed. "Let’s not talk about it. I only have a week with you."

"Just a week?" His brows furrowed.

"Liva—" I stopped myself. I shouldn’t keep speaking about her like she was still alive. "Livana wanted me and Sophia safe. We’re still working on it. The database, the leaks... the reason people suddenly stopped monitoring you and the Blackwell Empire. After Livana’s death, we had to stick to her plan and wipe their system."

"I won’t ask anything else, my bride." He lifted my hand and kissed it. "Let’s enjoy our week together. I’m taking a break."

I grinned. "So Kai is taking over? And how’s Damon?"

"He hasn’t left the mansion in months. And he still hasn’t realized today is Sky’s birthday."

"Oh, shit," I muttered. "Right—we need to go to the mansion."

"We still have a few more hours," he grinned.

We got ready quickly. It was a children’s party, so of course they started early. Later would be the adult party. We arrived at the Blackwell mansion.

"Deanne!" Aunt Amiliee exclaimed. I smiled and hugged her tightly. "Oh God, it’s been months." She cupped my face. "You lost weight."

Choco howled and circled me excitedly.

"Come, come!"

The children’s party was massive. All the Blackwell kids were there—including the asshole cousins who’d always hated Laura and Livana. But they kept their mouths shut this time. With Damon grieving, anyone threatening Laura or anyone from the Braxton side would be signing their death sentence.

I glanced at Damon. He was sitting far off, near Livana’s portrait, drinking. He’d lost so much weight. Idiot. He wouldn’t be this depressed if he just opened the folder containing the assets Livana prepared.

"Hey, Deanne."

I froze. I turned and saw Sophia smirking, Kai’s arm wrapped around her waist.

"Oh, you got out," I narrowed my eyes.

"Of course. I was released early too."

We stared at each other. I still wondered why Livana let her out at the same time. We agreed we’d take turns weekly.

"Whatever," I muttered before heading toward Damon. I sat across from him. He glanced at me briefly.

"Deanne," he said, then looked back at Livana’s portrait.

"Have you opened your wife’s letter?" I asked. He looked at me again. "Hmm," I hummed and stood. "Seems like you haven’t." I sighed. "Fix your damn self, Damon."

"You’re so harsh," Caine murmured, leaning close.

I clicked my tongue and raised a finger.

"Damon is just stupid."

A sudden honking sound echoed, and there he was—the excited little one—riding the mini car I gifted him ahead of time. He clapped his hands and reached out for me.

"Hello, my little Sky Blue!" I scooped him up and kissed his forehead.