24. Cassian
24
Cassian
H er eyes widened at my filthy words before she popped off my dick, licking her lips lasciviously.
“Yes, I do.” My balls tightened at the thought of filling her mouth with my cum. So much cum.
We’d not had sex since leaving Ireland. Kyril and Landon had both been hording Thea. Neither of them minded sharing, but we’d made a gentleman’s agreement that Thea needed rest. I was pretty sure Landon had fucked her in the pool at least once, but aside from that, she’d been going to bed and falling asleep almost immediately.
And besides, I’d been more than a bit distracted by trying to figure out how to get my mother away from my father’s toxic control. Once Milo had a plan for the clinic’s security system, I would storm in there and remove her.
Dad might think he held all the cards, but he had no right to imprison my mother against her will, and it was time he realized that. He and his evil partner in crime, Dr Lassitor, would get what was coming to them soon enough.
“Stand up.” She frowned, annoyed I was calling a halt to her little game. “Take off the dress,” I explained. “I want you to wear it later, and we don’t want it soiled just yet.”
Her expression lightened as my words sank in, and she smirked, but quickly did as she was told. She laid the dress over a nearby chair and stepped back toward me. The sight of her in nothing but tiny little silk panties was almost my undoing. I gripped the base of my shaft and breathed in and out, trying like hell to regain some control. Once the urge to fuck her until she screamed abated, I gently pushed her back down onto her knees.
“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop, sweetheart,” I said, not wanting to hurt her. She nodded as she knelt before me like a good little sub. “Good girl.”
The flare of heat in her eyes told me she enjoyed being praised. Thea was nobody’s idea of a submissive, but she definitely had a praise kink.
“Now open wide and take me all the way.” She did as she was told, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat. “Breathe through your nose… good girl.”
Damn, it was hot seeing her plump lips stretch around my cock, tears prickling in her eyes as she fought for oxygen.
I closed my eyes for a moment as my impending orgasm surged forward like a runaway train. While I wanted nothing more than to come in her mouth, I also wanted to prolong the exquisite delight of seeing her suck me off.
“That’s it,” I crooned, pulling back for a moment. “You suck my cock so well, baby girl.”
She moaned and pressed a hand between her thighs while squeezing my dick with the other.
“Does my girl need to come?”
Her tongue swirled around my crown, licking me like an ice cream. Fuck, I was so close now. I tensed as she looked up at me, her pupils blown and her cheeks flushed with arousal.
“Words, Thea,” I growled when she didn’t reply.
Her mouth released my cock with a wet plop. A string of pre-cum glistened between us for a moment before she swiped it away and swallowed. My heart almost burst out of my chest as a cramp of pleasure hit me hard. Dammit, I was ready to blow like a teenager. Me, who always stayed in control. No matter what.
Thea was my kryptonite. The one person who had the power to unravel me. Tear me apart and put me back together. Make me into a new man. A stronger man.
Her lips quirked up. “Yes, I want to come.”
I forced my own needs down and yanked her to her feet. She yelped as I grabbed the edge of her panties and pulled them off, tearing the delicate fabric like it was tissue.
“Dammit, Cassian, those were expensive!”
“I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs. Now sit on that chair over there and spread your legs, sweetheart.” When she didn’t move quickly enough, I picked her up and moved her to where I needed her.
What was I about to do would ruin the plush velvet upholstery, but I gave no fucks. The store had my credit card on file. They could charge me later. Right now, the only thing I cared about was giving my girl the orgasm she deserved.
Her thighs gleamed with arousal, her pussy pink and swollen. Ready for my cock. But first, I wanted her to come on my tongue. I needed to taste her sweetness. Gorge on her.
She cried out when I licked her before plunging my tongue deep inside.
“Fuck, please…” she moaned, almost incoherent in her desire for release. Within a minute she was coming hard, her thighs trembling as the pleasure rippled through her. Before she’d stopped convulsing, I lifted her, notched my cock at her entrance, and slid inside.
She was so hot and tight. Like a velvet glove, squeezing me as the aftershocks faded.
“I’m too heavy for you,” she complained, her arms around my neck.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I scoffed, but took a seat on the now ruined chair anyway, so she had more control over our movements.
Her eyes were hazy with lust as she stared down at me. “Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure whether she was thanking me for the orgasm or something else, but it didn’t matter. Time was running out. The personal shopper had been kind enough to give us space, but she wouldn’t leave us in peace forever.
“Fuck me. Take what you need, baby girl.” I gripped her hips and thrust up from below, encouraging her to move. She arched her back and began to ride me hard. I bit my lip, desperate to prolong the pleasure of her tight little pussy squeezing me, but I was close. So damn close.
All too quickly, I fell over the edge, coming so hard I almost saw stars. Thea cried out softly before clenching around me, shattering into a million pieces.
“We’ll take the dress, those shoes, and the matching lingerie you so thoughtfully picked out for my girl,” I told Louise, before dropping my card on the counter.
Thea’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the total cost of our shopping trip. Naturally, I’d added on a hefty tip to cover the cost of cleaning the chair we’d ruined.
“The dress is too expensive,” she hissed as Louise stepped away to find a garment bag for the gown.
“This is pocket-change for me, sweetheart.”
“Arrogant, entitled asshole,” she muttered.
My girl gazed at the opulent architecture of the Royal Opera house with wide eyes. I’d been here many times and was immune but seeing it again through her eyes reminded me how lucky I was.
Growing up in the lap of luxury had left me jaded. If I wanted something, I bought it. No matter the price tag. My home life had always been dysfunctional as fuck, but I’d never wanted for material things.
None of us had, apart from Thea. Even Dario had enjoyed the trappings of his father’s ill-gotten gains. Thea liked to pull a mask on when in public, but I’d noticed how excited she got when we visited places she’d not seen before.
And tonight was no exception.
Sure, she’d pretended like a night at the opera was boring, but it was pretty fucking obvious she loved it so far.
Lan and I steered her toward the bar, my hand on the small of her back. Dario followed us, keeping a watchful eye on our fellow guests. None of us expected trouble this evening, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
By rights, Kyril should have been here too, but he’d gone to see his father. Milo had cried off as well. Not that I expected him to come with us - he hated crowds. We’d left him at the hotel with his laptop, working on a plan to rescue my mother.
“Scotch for me, gin for him, and a sparkling water for my wife,” Lan told the barman.
“She’s not your fucking wife,” Dario grumbled. “And thanks for not bothering to order me a drink.”
“Not yet,” Lan smirked, leaning in to nuzzle Thea’s neck. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop a small smile from escaping. “You’re on bodyguard duty, so no drinks for you.”
“Then you better put a ring on it, asshole,” Dario sniped, slapping Lan’s hand away from Thea’s waist. He ordered himself a limoncello when the barman returned with our order. “Can you even afford a ring? I hear Temu has some good deals on right now.”
Lan growled and tried to punch Dario, causing a group of elderly ladies nearby to clutch their pearls and gasp in shock.
“Stop fighting!” Thea hissed. “You’re embarrassing me.” She moved toward me and I slung an arm around her waist. “Can we ditch these idiots?”
“I’d love to, sweetheart, but the more eyes on you, the better.”
She tucked her head under my chin and sighed loudly. “If they cause a scene, will we get thrown out?” I saw a security guard glaring at Lan as he squared up to Dario and shook my head.
“No. My father is a patron. He donated a shit ton of money last month, so we can do whatever the hell we like, within reason.”
“Good.” She sighed. “Dario could use the distraction of a night out.”
I hummed in agreement. While he acted like he was fine, losing his father had clearly hit him hard. It made me realize how little I cared about my sperm donor. If he dropped dead, I’d probably celebrate.
My father would be here this evening. He rarely missed an opportunity to showboat in a public place, in the presence of many adoring females.
I scanned the crowd while sipping my G&T. Just as people began heading toward the stairs, ready to take their places in the seats and private boxes, I spotted him talking to a tall woman with dark hair. From memory, she worked for a major publishing house, possibly the editor working on the latest volume of his autobiography. Or the Book of Lies , as I liked to call it, since it was mostly a work of fiction peppered with a few truths even he couldn’t deny.
As I watched him smile and play the role of a benevolent gentleman-about-town, he must have felt the weight of my hatred because he half turned and saw me.
I caught the exact moment when his oily gaze slid over me, satisfaction clear, only for the mask to slip when he spotted Thea tucked into my side, her small hand resting on my chest as she smiled happily.