Chapter 1 #3
The callouses on his hands are rough on my skin as he shoves my shirt down my arms and removes my bra.
My pebbled nipples catch his attention, and he lowers his mouth to tug on one.
Deep rumble sounds come from his chest as he lifts me up and carries me across the room to the bed.
In one swift movement, I’m lying flat on my back in bed and he’s on top of me, my nipple still in his mouth.
His tongue circles it slowly before tugging on it again. My back arches in response.
“Are you going to leave without telling me again?” he asks.
A smug grin spreads across my lips. “Yes.”
Cass growls. “Wrong. Answer.”
He rips off the red lace underwear I’m wearing and shoves into me without warning.
My breath hitches in my throat at the pain and surprise of his abrupt entry.
He buries himself to the hilt inside me, pushing hard to ensure he’s as deep as he can go.
I cry out a ragged screaming moan. I don’t know if it hurts or feels fucking amazing.
A confusing sensation I’ve never experienced before.
Cass’s brows are drawn together, his mouth partially open. He stills, judging my reaction. He slowly eases out before thrusting back in, hard.
“Fuck, that feels so...” I trail off.
“Feels so what?” Cass asks as he repeats his method of torture.
“So…fuck!” I scream as Cass pulls out and slams back in.
Chills run down my arms at the unfamiliar sensation below. It’s torture. So much pleasure. So much pain. So much…just so much.
“Tell me, baby. How does it feel?” he asks.
“Dizzying...” I breathe. “And euphoric, like fucking paradise.”
Cass speeds up the pace with my words, and his brutal, gratifying punishment is gone, leaving only pure sweet ecstasy in its wake.
His hand cups my ass cheek while the other lifts my thigh, wrapping my leg higher around his waist. The feel of him opening me up even more is overwhelming.
My hands snag the sheets on the bed, holding onto them for dear life while I allow my body to feel every sensation he’s giving.
“Baby, yes!” I moan.
Cass has changed it up a little, this time every time he sinks all the way in, he grinds his hips, his pelvis rubbing my clit with each motion. The hand that was on my ass has now navigated to my hard nipple, rolling it between his fingers and giving it a solid pinch.
My body begins spasming as I push against him, so close to the cloud of bliss I anticipate washing over me with each stroke. This one. No, this one. Here. This one. Now. Oh, fuck. Yes.
“Come for me,” Cass commands as he works my nipple and grinds slower, his hips slowly rolling over my clit.
It’s exactly what I need. His words are my undoing, and I come shattering over the edge that I toy with so much.
White-hot sparks fly behind my eyelids in a relentless explosion as Cass drives into me. Harder. Faster.
My stomach muscles clench and unclench continuously with the orgasm Cass is milking from me. I float high onto a cloud of pleasure, savoring him inside of me. My hands grasp his back, and I make a conscious attempt at now clawing him.
Cass powers on, his pace brutal and relentless and I swear he could’ve been a jackhammer.
“Fuck, baby.”
I know exactly what my words will do to him.
He slows down. Long elaborate strokes as he comes.
He stiffens on top of me, his head resting on mine.
Eyes closed. Mouth open. His breathing is heavy, mimicking my own.
He’s drenched with sweat and the heat radiating off of him is enough to warm a small home in Alaska.
Still, I relish the moment. I missed him while he’s been gone and I haven’t had the feel of his skin against mine in far too long.
He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to move, and I take the opportunity to run my fingers through his hair then down to his cheek to cup his face.
I don’t even mind the sweat that is now on my hand, that’s how much I’ve missed him. That, and it’s kind of sexy to have a sweaty, pleasured man above me.
“I need you to do something for me.” Cass’s words are quiet and calm.
“Okay.” I’m pretty sure I would agree to almost anything at the moment.
“Stop trying to be disobedient on purpose. I don’t control you and I hate that you feel like that.”
“I’m not allowed to leave alone, Cass. What would you call that?”
“Protection!” he yells.
I flinch back as his sudden outburst. He is so damned wishy-washy with this whole calm one minute then angry the next. He rolls off me and retrieves a wet towel from the bathroom, handing it to me.
“What are you protecting me from? You murdered the men that did that shit to me.” My tone is thickly laced with sarcasm and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“That’s the whole fucking issue! I murdered two of their members, throw-aways or not doesn’t matter!
They did that shit on purpose. They knew I’d kill them and that’s all the fucking ammo Asher needed to point the finger at me and say that the start of this war was on me! Not my men, not my ol’ lady, me!”
His breathing is heavy again, but his face is expressionless. Again with the wishy-washy.
“But, Asher was the only person there that had any decency toward me, why would he do that?” I ask.
“He doesn’t give a fuck about you! It was a money scheme! It was a way for him to get exactly what he wants, or at least in his mind that’s what it is.”
I ponder what Cass says. Maybe he’s right.
“What does he want, exactly?”
“Contacts. He wants my fucking connections. The people I used to get loads of drugs from that refuse to work with them because they’re pieces of shit.” Cass runs a hand through his hair and sits down in the chair at my desk.
“Why didn’t you just say that? Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“Because I’d beat the fuck out of any one of the members in my club if they told anyone else that same thing. Whatever goes on at our table doesn’t leave our fucking table.”
Cass’s expression is grim. He doesn’t look happy, or sad, or angry even. He just looks…like Cass. He sits quietly in the chair, presumably waiting for my next question but there won’t be one. I’m tired of asking questions and, quite frankly, I’m tired of lying in this bed alone.
“Come to bed, please.”
Cass doesn’t say a word; he simply turns off the lamp that was on and crawls into bed next to me. He lies on his back, and I curl into the space between his left arm and his body; my spot. The spot I haven’t had in what felt like an eternity.
“I love you, Lilly.” Cass kisses my forehead and squeezes me tighter.
“And I love you,” I whisper.