Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Cassius
Naomi stumbled back, not expecting me to appear before her. “Are you fucking insane? You could have killed yourself.”
In the split second after Naomi threw out the words of fucking another man, something primal erupted out of me. I hadn’t given any thought to my safety or the fact that the balcony was sixty stories high. I’d grabbed the partition wall’s edge and jumped around it onto Naomi’s side.
Only this woman affected me in this way.
“Let me make something very clear. You. Are. Mine.” I slowly moved toward her, causing her to retreat. “If you let anyone touch you, I will kill them with my bare hands.”
My words should have scared her, but something flared in her dark brown gaze. She licked her lips, and her breaths grew shallow, coming out in little pants.
“We—we were temporary.” She lifted her hand, pressing it against my chest as if that would keep me away. “And you made it abundantly clear by keeping your real name from me.”
“You call being together months at a time temporary?” I continued to stalk her, grabbing her wrist and pulling down. “You’ve known from the very beginning I’m a possessive man. I’ve never hidden it. Do you remember what happened to the fucker who touched you when we went to Ibiza?”
I rarely, if ever, resorted to violence, but that fucker had it coming to him. He wouldn’t leave Naomi or many of the other women in my club alone, and I had to make it clear he was no longer welcome at my establishment.
She swallowed, and her pupils dilated.
“You broke his hand and his nose.”
“He knew we were together. He knew you weren’t interested. Yet he still put his hands on you. Now imagine what I’d do if anyone did more than touch you.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“I am who I am.” I crowded her back against the sliding doors of her terrace. “We could blame my being Greek, but I’m half Russian. Russians aren’t any less proprietary.”
“You don’t own me. No one owns me.”
I cupped her throat, squeezing her neck. The hold was not tight enough to hurt, but just what she needed to make her body react, to crave more.
Immediately, her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted. Releasing her wrist, I set my hand on her waist, stroking up her side until I reached the lower swell of her breast. Then with my thumb, I teased her puckered nipple with slow circles, making it grow harder.
“Cassius,” she whispered as her palms settled on my chest and her fingers curled into my shirt.
“I know exactly what makes you hum, what makes you crave, what makes you ache. And you ache, don’t you, psychi mou?”
“I don’t know if I can trust you. You’re going to hurt me, and I won’t survive.”
“I’m going to give you the world.” My lips covered hers.
Her taste exploded over my senses—the heady flavor of elderflower-infused whiskey and her intoxicating essence.
I wanted her unlike anyone before. She made me crave, need, and want to fucking possess her.
And the fact she fought me at every fucking turn drew me to her instead of pushing me away. Maybe I was a twisted soul, but I couldn’t get enough of the fire inside her.
Our tongues dueled and circled in a rhythm so practiced and in sync.
Her nipples strained through the confines of her bra and dress, and it took so much restraint not to tear that flimsy dress from her body.
I wanted to kneel and worship that slick cunt of hers that I had no doubt was soaked with her arousal.
I flexed my fingers on her neck, knowing it would ratchet up her need, and immediately she scored her nails up my shoulders and into my hair.
It was a wicked tease that I fucking loved. My cock strained and wanted nothing more than to bury itself deep in her slick pussy.
“Cassius,” she whimpered. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s time.” I trailed my lips down her throat, nipping and biting, making her gasp and cry out.
“Time for what?”
“Time to stop pretending.” My palm slid up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt and pulling her leg up and around my waist.
When I pressed the hard, thick ridge of my dick against the sensitive folds of her cunt, she released a mewl of need.
“Pretending what?” she asked as she rocked her hips, desperate for more of the erotic friction she sought against her swollen clitoral nub. “You aren’t making sense.”
Why she kept pretending ignorance, I couldn’t understand.
I leaned forward and sucked her lower lip into my mouth, biting it. Something she’d know without words was meant for both pleasure and punishment.
“Stop pretending you don’t know things are a hell of a lot more than casual between us. It was like that from the very beginning.”
“Maybe with Cassius Dimitri, but you’re Cass Lykaios.”
Of course, the stubborn woman wouldn’t back down.
“We’re the same fucking person,” I all but growled.
She met my anger with her own. “I don’t know you.”
“The hell you don’t.”
We stared at each other, our bodies plastered together, in a standoff of wills.
Suddenly, as if something snapped, she fisted my hair at my nape and pulled my mouth to hers. I responded just as fast, meeting her ire with mine.
This kiss wasn’t soft or gentle but one full of passion, anger, and outrage.
We lost ourselves in this war of need. It seemed much easier to focus on this desire than all the mistakes I’d made with her and everything I had to repair to create a future together.
“Bedroom, now,” I ordered and picked her up, moving us through the open doors leading into her penthouse.
I carried her into the living room and down the hallway. The entire apartment had the same layout as mine but flipped.
When I set her on her feet at the foot of her bed, she said, “This doesn’t mean I’m even remotely okay with what you did or that I forgive you.”
“Psychi mou, I’m not foolish enough to believe you’d make anything so easy.”
We tore at each other’s clothes—the drive to touch and tear at the other riding us. Within minutes, we stood before each other naked, breaths heaving, lust-charged energy firing between us.
God, she was so fucking beautiful, face flushed, eyes lit with passion and fury, and that body. Nothing had made me crave a woman’s body the way hers had. No matter where I was, I wanted to touch her, taste her, and lose myself in her.
“Are you going to fuck me or just look at me?” she taunted, pushing me from my thoughts.
“That’s right. You aren’t fucking me ever again. Isn’t that what you said?” I crowded her with my thick, weeping cock, a hard presence between us. “I guess that means I get to ride you however I want, even though I know how much you like to climb on top and take your pleasure.”
Her gaze heated, and goosebumps prickled her skin as her breathing grew unsteady.
Oh, her mind was drifting to our last time together. The sun had barely broken over the horizon when she’d straddled my hips, and we’d fucked, dirty and hard. There were no words. We only held each other’s gazes.
She clenched her jaw. “I’m not fucking Cassius Dimitri. I’m fucking my boss.”
“You were always fucking him. And it’s not going to stop.”
She wanted to throw down a challenge. I’d meet it.
“I decide if this happens again. Not you.”
“Is that right?” I gripped her hips and lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist, and then climbed onto the bed. “Let’s see if I can make it worth your while to come back again and again.”
Laying her on the soft duvet, I caged her with my arms and settled my length between her folds. With slow, precise movements, I slid my cock up and down her swollen pussy lips, teasing, grazing, pushing her desire higher and higher.
A moan escaped from deep in her throat, and her hips lifted to meet the motion of mine, craving more but not yet begging.
Maybe I was a sick bastard, but I fucking loved it when she begged.
That look of utter desperation for a release only I could provide.
“I should hate you for manipulating my life like this.” She shifted, notching the crown of my weeping shaft into her heated, slick entrance.
I cupped her jaw and pushed in a little farther, loving the feel of her sucking me in. “But you don’t because you know everything I said about us is true. What you feel is the exact opposite.”
She opened her mouth to argue but said nothing as a war of emotions played over her breathtaking face.
Knowing this wasn’t the time for her to break down, I thrust to the hilt.
“Oh, God,” she gasped and threw back her head, raking her nails down my shoulder.
“Those claws of yours are deadly,” I hissed, rolling my hips as her pussy stretched to accommodate my size.
Grabbing her arms, I pinned them above her head with one hand and gripped her thigh with the other.
“You deserve all the marks I give you.”
“As long as you’re mine in the end, I’ll take them.”
We stared into each other’s eyes, the connection we shared startling and intense. I set a slow and steady rhythm meant to ratchet up her desire without sending her over the edge. Something she’d coined the devil’s tease.
She loved it as much as she hated it.
This was our game together.
Her pussy contracted and spasmed, and a flood of desire coated my pistoning cock. Sweat tinged my skin as the sounds of our bodies sliding against each other’s filled the room.
“Cassius, stop the torture.”
“Say that again.”
I clenched my teeth, loving the feeling of her around me and not wanting to come before she lost herself to her release.
“Stop the torture.”
“No, my name.”
“Asshole,” she gritted out.
Immediately, I stopped moving and glowered down at her.
She cried out, “Please, no. Don’t stop.”
“Answer correctly, and I’ll give you what you want.” I glided my fingers between our bodies and to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex.
As if on instinct, she arched up.
“Cassius. Your fucking name is Cassius.”
I thumbed her clit without resuming the pumping of my hips.
“It’s not enough. You know this.”
“Do I? How would I? You said I’m not Cassius Dimitri.”
“Cassius, fuck me or get off me.”
“Oh no, I have you right where I want you.” Now I stroked her swollen folds around the girth of my cock, making it very clear I wasn’t planning on moving until I got the answer I wanted. “Answer the question your friend asked you.”
“What question?” She closed her eyes as if that would make me have pity on her.
“Were you satisfied with one cock for the last three years?”
“Y-you know the answer to that.”
“Then you weren’t planning to fuck some random dick tonight?”
“I am fucking some random dick tonight,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Is that right?” I narrowed my gaze, feeling the primal energy surge again. “Well, let me show you what this random dick is going to do to that cunt of yours, so you never want another.”
I pulled out of her, making her call out in displeasure and protest. Then, before she understood what I’d planned, I grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her back to meet my erection, and plowed into her from behind.
She screamed into the material covering the bed as I set a hard, relentless pace. Her body responded as if she had been waiting for me to lose control. Her pussy flooded my cock with her essence, and she pushed back, meeting each of my thrusts.
The muscles of her sex contracted and clenched as her nails scored the fabric under her fingers.
“Cassius. I’m almost there. More. I need more.”
“I know, and you’re about to get it.” I wrapped my fingers into her hair, continuing my unrelenting drive.
“I’m there. I’m there. C-Cassius,” she yelled the moment I slid two fingers along the outside of her clit and pressed them together.
Her body bowed, and her pussy clamped down on me like a vise grip, barely allowing me to move. She shuddered and rocked.
She continued to meet the relentless level of my pounding, riding out her euphoric high. My body no longer needed to hold back, and it shifted gears, ready to reach its orgasm.
I pushed Naomi’s face onto the bed and pummeled her pussy, harder and harder. My balls drew up, and my cock swelled and lengthened.
As I felt the first wave of cum release, Naomi clamped down again, crying out my name.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re gripping me so tight,” I bit out and let my orgasm wash over me.