" Little girl," Cain begins, moving in close and speaking deliberately. " I know exactly what I want, but as long as you insist on continuing this charade, I will not claim you as mine again until you beg to hear those words from me." I stare at him, stunned at how the same cocksure attitude that floods my mind with contempt floods my body with excitement as he leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face. " I don't beg," I hiss." Not yet," is all he says. "