62. Cassidy
I study my reflection in the mirror of Ethan’s bedroom dresser and smile. The pastel green ball gown with its empire waistline looks amazing on me, despite the curves Ethan claims he loves so much.
It’s his fault they’re there in the first place.
I adjust my necklace, fighting a sudden wave of sadness. It’s gotten better over the past few months, but I’ll never stop missing Mom. She was taken too soon from this world, and in the most evil, vicious way possible.
Not a day goes by when I don’t think about her.
The black opal necklace I’m wearing doesn’t help—every time I see it, I think about her. Troy returned it to me a few days after they disposed of Angelo’s body.
I’m considering giving it to my father. He’s been sober for three months now, and his sponsor says it might just stick this time. It helps that he’s doing something constructive with his time again. My father always loved horses, so Ethan arranged a managerial position on one of Richmond’s horse farms out in the country.
I don’t know if it was all the fresh air, the change of pace, or the fact that he was doing something he loved, but according to the staff, my father hasn’t so much as bet which side up a coin would land since he arrived at the farm.
I can’t wait to see him at Christmas.
I have so much to tell him.
“Ready?” Ethan asks from the doorway.
I turn, my smile widening when I take in how handsome he looks in his tuxedo. “Do we have time for a quickie?”
He chuckles, adjusting his bow tie as he comes to stand behind me. “You look gorgeous,” he murmurs as he trails his hands down my arms and over my baby bump.
“This dress doesn’t make me look fat?” I ask, twisting this way and that under his strong hands as I pout at my reflection.
“That dress makes you look so good, I think you should change back into your sweats.” There’s a gleam of possessiveness in Ethan’s eyes as he rakes his gaze over my reflection.
“Can you imagine Myles’s face if I arrived there wearing one of your tank tops and a pair of stained sweatpants?”
“He’d have a heart attack,” Ethan agrees with a smile, still rubbing my belly. He moves his hands up to cup my full breasts, giving me a soft squeeze that makes me sigh.
“Stop that.” I swat playfully at his hands. “We’re going to be late.”
“You’re the one who suggested a quickie.”
“That was a joke. Now come on, we have to?—”
I cut off with a gasp when Ethan slaps my ass hard enough to bring a hot sting to my skin. “Ethan!”
“I’ve warned you about leading me on, toy,” he murmurs dangerously into my ear. “You’re racking up a ton of punishment.”
“If we’re late?—”
“Then they’ll just have to wait.” This time, he speaks in a growl, and I know better than to argue with him. Not unless I want my punishment to be twice as worse.
Some days I push him to see how far he’ll go. But today I have to behave myself, if only so we won’t incur the wrath of the Balmont Boys for arriving late to the gala they’re hosting at the Devil’s Den.
They’ve been holding Ethan’s debt over our heads for months now, throwing casual comments our way about new clients only Ethan would know how to service. He keeps telling them to get lost…but I get the feeling we won’t be able to fend them off much longer.
I got pregnant in the nick of time.
Ethan nuzzles the side of my neck, and I melt in his strong arms, forgetting all about the gala.
He slaps me again, this time on the other cheek, and then forces me to bend with a rough shove between my shoulder blades.
Rough… but not violent. No matter how hard I push him these days, he always goes a little easier on me because of Skylar. I can’t wait to hold our child for the first time… and I’m just as eager for Ethan to fuck me brutally again as soon as I’m healed. I have another two months, and two to heal after, and that’s probably why I keep disobeying him—if only so he’ll punish me.
Ethan hikes up the back of my ball gown, rumbling like a beast when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.
“We agreed about this, Cassidy,” he says, gliding a hand over my naked ass. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you keep going around not wearing underwear?”
“I just nodded my head and pretended to agree.”
For that, I get another hard slap to my ass that makes my pussy clench with a desperate need to be filled. Ethan kicks open my legs, dragging his fingertips over my slick folds before shoving his middle finger deep inside me.
I gasp, locking eyes with him in the mirror as he fingers me with vicious thrusts. The hand holding up my dress grabs my ass, squeezing and keeping me in place so I can’t force him to go any harder or any deeper.
My hands clutch onto the sides of the dresser, and he takes that as his cue to unzip his tuxedo and let his thick, hard cock slap against my pussy as it falls out of his pants.
I groan, trying to push back, but still held in place by his fierce grip.
“You’re already so wet,” he whispers, biting at my ear hard enough to make me gasp. “Were you thinking of me?”
“Remember when we first met? That night in your bedroom, when you used your belt on me for the first time?” The words pour out of me in a rush, causing Ethan to stare at me with heated lust gleaming in his eyes.
“Jesus, Cassidy,” he murmurs, the tip of his cock sliding over my pussy as he coats himself with my slick juices. “Our baby can’t come soon enough.”
He thrusts into me so hard that my entire body convulses with pain. But that instantly turns to pleasure as he hits my cervix when he grinds his hips against my ass.
Another slap grounds me, but I float off into space when he rubs my clit.
“Ethan, please,” I beg, trying to push back into him. “Fuck me harder.”
“Now you’re making demands?” he rumbles, slowly drawing his cock out of me. “Maybe I’ll leave you like this for the rest of the night. Desperate, quivering, horny.”
“You wouldn’t do that to the mother of your child!”
We lock eyes in the mirror, and he lets out a deep laugh. “Think I’d let you walk into that place reeking of desire? There’ll be a fucking frenzy.” His smile turns dark. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that anyone who looks at you will know you’re mine.”
I have time for a single gasp before he spears his cock into me with all his might. Then it’s all I can do to hold onto the dresser as he fucks my pussy raw. The sound he makes as he slams into me is so intoxicating, I’m giddy with pleasure, reeling with pain.
“More!”
He grabs my ass cheeks and forces them open, parting my pussy for even deeper penetration. His fingers strum my clit, forcing me to a breathless orgasm a moment later. He comes inside me while I’m still recovering, and his seed is still dripping out of me when he drags his throbbing cock over my asshole.
“You want more?” he murmurs as his wet cock lubricates that tight hole. “I’ll give you more.”
His finger slips inside my asshole, drawing a long groan out of my lips. My pussy clenches desperately, and I reach behind me to hold up my dress so he can use both his hands on me. He thrusts his fingers into my drenched pussy as he teases my asshole with his other hand.
My clit throbs angrily, still engorged from my climax a few moments ago. And I can feel his cock brushing against my leg as it hardens.
“Ethan, please. I need more.”
He chuckles darkly. “I thought you’d never ask.” Keeping two fingers lodged deep inside my pussy, he grabs his cock and presses it against my asshole. “It’s going to hurt like hell.”
“Yes! I want it, Ethan. I need it.”
My entire body goes rigid as he forces the first inch of his thick, hard cock into my asshole. The burn is agonizing… and fucking glorious. I moan deep in my throat, keeping my dress up with one hand as I stroke my clit with the other.
“God, yes. Deeper.”
“You’re such a greedy girl,” Ethan murmurs. He lands a painful slap on my ass, and my pussy and asshole both clench him hard. He groans, thrusting his cock another inch into my ass with enough force to make me choke on a sob.
“It hurts!” I whimper.
“Of course it does,” he says in a tight voice.
“I can’t take it,” I admit with another pathetic whimper. “Please, Ethan, I can’t?—”
“Oh, you’ll take it,” he says. “You’ll take every fucking inch of my cock in this tight little hole of yours. And if you keep blubbering like that, I’ll do it all at once.”
I press my lips tightly together, my eyes squeezed shut as I try to endure the pain. This was a mistake. I wasn’t as ready for this as I thought. What the hell was I?—
He thrusts deeper. Pain transforms into the deepest pleasure I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt this full, this dominated, this used.
I gasp, my fingers massaging my clit furiously as Ethan fingers me again.
“Oh, fuck!” There’s an orgasm coming, but it’s different. I feel like I’m standing on the tracks watching a train speeding toward me. “Ethan, please! I can’t?—”
“Like hell you can’t,” he says. “You’re taking every inch of my cock, Cassidy. Every. Goddamn. Inch.”
He impales my asshole with the last few inches of his cock all at once, slamming his fingers knuckle-deep inside my pussy at the same time.
Ecstasy explodes through me. He moves in and out of my asshole, his face contorted with lust, his eyes fixed on mine as if daring me.
“Ethan!” His name is a strangled curse as I come so hard I see stars. And in the second before my eyes squeeze closed and I lose all control of my body, I see his jaw set as he comes inside my asshole.
We slam against each other, the wet smack of our bodies spurring on my orgasm even more. My pussy gushes over his hand as his seed oozes from my asshole. The wet mess coats the inside of my thighs as my entire body clenches tight.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck, Ethan!”
“Cassidy.” His whisper could have been a shout. “Fuck!”
He slams into me a last time and then drags his cock out of my aching asshole. He bundles me against him, holding me tight as our breathing slows down. As we both return, reluctantly, to earth.
“What… the… fuck…” I murmur, my hands shaking as I grab my dressing gown to mop up the mess between my legs.
Ethan responds by giving me a mysterious smile in the mirror. “Did it hurt?”
“Immensely,” I manage weakly.
“It’ll be better next time.”
“I don’t think there’ll be a next time.”
Ethan’s smile inches up. “Oh, Cassidy. As soon as that little hole of yours has healed, you’ll be begging me to tear you open again.”
My cheeks flare at his crude words, and I look down to hide my embarrassment.
“We should go,” I mumble.
“You’re missing something,” he says.
I look at my reflection. “No, I’m not.”
Ethan sticks a hand in the pocket of his tuxedo. “Turn around.”
I swivel to face him, my breasts heaving inside my dress as I struggle to catch my breath. Every muscle in my body feels like he lit it on fire. I’m hot and cold all over, throbbing, pulsing.
It’s glorious.
And he’s right. I already want more.
I can’t see what he has in his hands, but at the faint prick against my earlobes as he guides them through my piercings, I realize they’re earrings.
Smiling, I reach up to rub them… and then stop.
My stomach bottoms out as I touch the earrings. “No,” I whisper, tears springing into my eyes. “Where did you…?”
He takes my shoulders and turns me around so I can see my reflection. I have one second to stare in amazement at the opals dangling from my ears before tears rim my eyes, blurring everything.
“I asked Richmond to speak to Cordelia. When she heard about what had happened to Rebecca, she insisted you have them back,” Ethan murmurs, squeezing my shoulders. “She might be on husband number four, but she understands family.”
I clap my hands over my mouth to stifle a sob.
When I walked into my house the night my mother disappeared, I vowed to her that I wouldn’t rest until I’d found her. That search led me to Ethan, but without his help, I’d never have found out what had happened to Rebecca. Maybe, by now, I’d have accepted that she abandoned me for a fresh start.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better husband,” I whisper, my eyes filling with tears again. Happy ones, this time.
“And I couldn’t have found a better wife if I’d searched every inch of this planet.” His hands trail down my body, cradling my belly. “Or a better mother.”
“That remains to be seen,” I tell him, trying to smile with wobbly lips. “For all you know, I’ll be terrible at it.”
“No, Cassidy.” His face is serious now, and it makes my chest clench with love for him. “We’ve both suffered enough. This is the happy ending we deserve. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen.”
I turn to him, standing on tiptoes to kiss him.
“I love you, Ethan,” I murmur.
And when he kisses me back, his love drowns me like a tidal wave.
He’s right.
I deserve this.
Wedeserve this.