Chapter Forty-Six
CASSIA
OUR BOND IS entirely open, letting everything through. I don’t need the bond to sense how eager Rexton is to be inside me. It’s written in his expression, how he chews on his bottom lip and peers up at me with wide eyes.
They flicker rapidly between my face, my chest, and my sex.
I drag the head of his cock through my slit, unable to resist teasing him for a just a moment longer.
His giddy expression shifts into mock annoyance.
“Cassia,” he groans. “Stop teasing me.”
“I would never.”
I sink down, finally taking him. There’s no ignoring Rexton’s size. He’s thick, and I bite back a moan as I stretch around him. I was expecting this, and I chew at my bottom lip as I ease down his shaft.
Rexton’s hands fly to my waist, his fingers digging into my hips so tightly, I’m one-hundred-percent sure he’s fighting back his instinct to thrust up into me. I wouldn’t mind if he did. It would sting, but fuck, would it be satisfying.
I look forward to the day I make Rexton lose control. It’s bound to happen eventually.
I’m sweating by the time I make it halfway down his shaft.
“You’re almost there,” Rexton says. “Just a little bit more.”
I huff. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one being impaled by a dick the size of a forearm.”
“A forearm? That’s generous.”
I flick Rexton’s shoulder, then sink the rest of the way down.
Rexton moans, his head thrown back. “Fuck, Cassia.”
It’s good. It’s really fucking good, and I clench around him before beginning to roll my hips.
Rexton immediately tightens his grip on my waist, helping guide my movements.
He rises in the next heartbeat, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him as he storms through my apartment and into my bedroom.
He’s still inside me. I try to move, to continue fucking, but the angle makes it damn near impossible.
Rexton lays me on my bed, his muscular thighs pressing against the backs of mine as he takes control. Men don’t usually take control with me, and it takes a second to adjust to the new position.
I like it, and I relax underneath Rexton as he drives into me. Then I do something I never in a million years thought I would do. I lift my chin and jut out my neck, practically begging him to bite me, to fully take control.
Rexton doesn’t hesitate.
His teeth are inside me, so deep and so sharp. I didn’t realize a bond could open as wide as ours is. I can feel everything. I feel how good it is to be inside me, how tight I am around Rexton’s cock and the bolt of pleasure that shoots up his spine every time I clench around him.
He likes the way I cling to him, the way I moan and cry out with every drag of his cock.
I hold him close, my hands sliding up his torso before curling around his shoulders and down his back. He barely registers my touch against his scars, and I don’t spend my time focusing on them. I just want to feel him, feel every inch of his bare skin.
Rexton grabs my thighs and pulls them outward, opening me further. It pushes him deeper than before, and I jerk, my nails accidentally dragging against his shoulder blades.
He freezes, his entire body growing still.
“I’m so sorry.” I pull my hands away, removing my touch in a panic. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to…”
A long beat of silence, then a whispered, “Do it again.”
“What?”
Rexton clears his throat. “Do it again.”
“I’m scared to.”
“Please.”
I hesitate, then bring my hands to his scarred flesh. I’m receiving so many conflicting emotions through the bond, and I’m having trouble discerning which ones to focus on. There’s a lot of bad, but it’s mixed so heavily with good.
“Not hard,” Rexton orders.
I nod, carefully grazing my nails across his back.
His entire body quivers, and his cock twitches inside me. Carefully, he thrusts, testing the waters, before seemingly deciding he likes this and settling back into a rhythm. It’s slower than before and filled with vulnerability.
I wrap my legs around him, clenching hard.
Rexton pulls out, gasping for breath. He takes a second to collect himself, then drops to his knees at the end of the bed. He’s peering up at me through his lashes, his cheeks flushed and hair tousled. I enjoy the sight of it, and I can’t help but grin as he pulls me to the edge of the bed.
The first brush of his tongue across my clit has me cursing. By the time he reaches his tenth and has three fingers curled inside me, I’m shaking.
“Rexton.” I push against his forehead. “I want to finish with you inside me.”
He retreats, climbing back onto the bed. He’s still hard, our slight break doing nothing to tamper his desire. When he sinks into me again, I feel through the bond that he’s still on the edge of cumming. He was hoping to regain his composure while licking me, but it only further worked him up.
He’s obsessed with me, with every part of me.
It only takes a handful of thrusts to have me on the edge with him, and I bury my face against his chest as my orgasm builds. It’s right there.
“Do you want me inside?” Rexton asks, his voice cracking. “I can pull out, but I need your answer now.”
How am I supposed to think, let alone answer, at a moment like this? My body jackknifes off the bed, and I let out a silent scream as my pleasure peaks. Rexton curses, his eyes clenching shut, before he attempts to pull out.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him prisoner as he finds his release. I trust my birth control. It’s never steered me wrong.
Rexton shivers, then collapses on me.
I’ve broken him, and I can’t help but chuckle as I kiss his shoulder. “Next time, I want you to finish on my slit. Then use your cock to push your cum back inside.”
He snorts. “That’s a very specific request.”
“Okay?” I trail a finger up his spine, poking at each notch. “Is that a problem?”
“Obviously not.”
Rexton softens inside me. I stare at my ceiling. “You’re the first man I’ve ever allowed in my bed,” I admit. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”
There’s a thump outside. Rexton startles, and I grab his shoulders and yank him back on top of me.
“Jassy is having your things brought over,” I say. “You’re moving in with me. Remember?”
Rexton hums. “I recall you mentioning it.”
Why’d he say it like that? “You want to move in with me, don’t you?”
Rexton nods, flicking a piece of hair out of my face. “Calm your eyes, Cassia. Yes. I’m excited.”
Good. He should be.
“I’m going to request to have a new point of contact for Lust’s treasury department,” Rexton continues. “I didn’t know your history with that woman, and I won’t meet with her again.”
I nod. Rexton continues. “I wish you had given me the benefit of the doubt. I’ve done nothing to make you think I would cheat, and I don’t appreciate how you jumped to conclusions.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. He’s not wrong. “I’m sorry. I assumed you were aware of my history with that woman. I’m surprised you weren’t. Have you not done any research into me?”
Rexton shrugs. “I did a bit, but I didn’t pry into your private details.” He smirks. “I assume you can’t say the same.”
“No.”
I have a whole file on him. I have a wealth of information, most of which is private. Will it upset Rexton? I never considered the possibility of us being together when I asked Wren to put the file together, and the information he provided is sensitive. I shouldn’t lie about it.
I nudge Rexton off me, already missing his warmth and weight, and retrieve his file from underneath my liquor cabinet. Rexton is lying on his back when I return to the bedroom. He’s making himself comfortable in my bed.
This will be an adjustment.
“I didn’t…” I hesitate, then shove the file against his chest. “I promise I never read the medical records.”
Rexton sits up and flicks through the report. I don’t think I’ve ever been so frightened, and I shift my weight as I wait for his response. He’s going to be upset. He’s going to hate me.
He flinches when he reaches the medical records, and our bond shudders as he skims over the first few pages.
“You didn’t look through these?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Never.”
Rexton only takes a few minutes to read through the report, but it feels like a lifetime. I count every second, and I’m pretty sure my heart is going to explode out of my chest when he finally sets it down. He doesn’t make eye contact.
“Cassia,” he starts, still staring at the report. “This is really fucking creepy.”
“I know.”
“Where did you even get all this information?”
“Wren.”
“The man you dated?”
“Yes.”
Rexton finally looks up. He appears calm, but our bond says something entirely different.
“Are you frequently in contact with Wren?”
I shake my head. “No. I hardly ever see him.”
“All right.” Rexton blows out a long breath. “I’m going to destroy this, and we’re going to pretend this never happened.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
The corner of Rexton’s lip twitches, and he pulls up a knee before spreading his arms and gesturing for me to join him in bed. “Come on, then. I have to leave for a meeting soon, and I want to take you on your hands and knees beforehand.”
That sounds fun.