Chapter 16 Cassian #2
“You want to see?” I ask again, leaning to press my lips to her jaw, my eyes on him.
“You want to touch?” I continue, licking the curve of her neck.
Allegra shudders and I slide my free hand to cup her breast, to move over her belly.
“You want to watch?” I ask as I close my hand over her pussy and bite down onto the soft flesh of her neck.
Allegra sucks in a breath, let’s out a low whimper.
“Tell me, Jet, you want to watch her come?”
“Stop,” Allegra pleads weakly, her throat working as she swallows, as she squirms even while her pussy grows damp in my hand and her breaths become pants.
“And you,” I say, turning my gaze to her. She looks at me, her mouth open. I look at her lips, watch her tongue dart out to lick them and I kiss her because it’s all I can do. I kiss her because it’s all I want to do.
I move to stand in front of her, my body pressed to hers. She looks up at me and I take in those deep whiskey-colored eyes, and I kiss her again because she tastes good. So good. And her pussy is wet and warm, and I hear what Jet said just moments ago.
You won’t fuck her anyway.
But I want to. God. How I want to. If there was ever anyone in this world inside whom I want to sink my cock, inside whom I want to lose myself, it’s her.
It’s fucking her.
But he’s right. I can’t. What happened last night can never happen again.
So, I draw back and adjust my grip. Jet’s shirt drops to the floor.
I pull her backward toward what was once the holy altar, not caring when I knock a bottle of olive oil on its side and send a glass crashing to the floor as I kiss her again before lifting her up onto it.
I can feel her resistance, her confusion. When I draw back mid-kiss, she is surprised. Blinking, she bites her lip. “What are you doing?” she asks me, her gaze moving over my shoulder, panicked.
“I’m giving you both what you want,” I say, that boiling of blood again as I move around the stone altar, drawing her backward on it, standing on the opposite end. Allegra struggles to hide herself and Jet watches her, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows because he wants this. Wants her.
Oh, how he wants her.
But she is not for him.
“Cassian,” Allegra’s plea is a breath.
“Be still,” I tell her, gripping her wrists tighter.
She raises her head to look at Jet, then back at me.
“This what you want, Jet?” I ask him.
He drags his gaze from her to me, jaw tight.
“Open your legs, Allegra,” I tell her.
“Let me go,” she struggles against me, but I felt how wet she was when I touched her while he watched.
“I said open them. Fucking open them. Isn’t that what you fucking want?”
Allegra’s pulling against my grip, the skin around her eyes wet, her body twisting this way and that.
Jet moves and my gaze snaps to his when, his eyes locked on me, he sets his hands on her knees—he sets his fucking hands on her knees—and I’m about to lose my mind when he forces them apart and comes to stand between them.
For a moment, for the longest fucking moment, the world stands still, the only sound that of blood roaring in my ears.
“What is it, Cassian? You want to watch me do it? Want to watch me fuck her how you can’t? For old times, maybe.” He grins, eyes narrowed to slits. He’s pushing my buttons.
My vision goes from black to red. My brain rattles against my skull. A murderous instinct takes hold, and I lunge at him. We go crashing against the wall Jet’s head bouncing off it.
I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him.
I draw my arm back and Allegra screams. I turn to look at her and Jet takes the advantage, punching me hard in the gut. I double over, but grip his shirt
“You want to make an enemy of me, Cassian?” he asks, fury clear in his tone even as he’s panting.
I push through the pain, shove him backward and press my forearm against his windpipe. “Have you ever been anything but an enemy, Jet?”
My jaw ticks. I stare into shadowed green eyes I thought I knew. We are drawing a line in the sand, Jet and me.
He shoves me backward and glances at Allegra, then back at me.
He snorts, shakes his head. “Fine. Fucking fine. You chose this. Remember that,” he says with an accusing finger pointing at me before he stalks away. I watch him go, watch his back as he walks down the center aisle toward the door, his steps echoing off the stone floor.
Allegra watches him go. I turn to her and when she shifts her gaze to me, her eyes are full of betrayal. I walk around the table, push her knees apart as she sits up, her hands flat against my chest.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks.
I grip the back of her head and kiss her even as she pushes against me, even as she uses her teeth to draw blood. It always comes down to blood.
“You’re not his,” I say and I’m not sure if I’m telling her or myself. “You are not his.” I kiss her harder, smashing my mouth against hers.
“I’m not yours either.”
I snort. “Oh, but you are. You are so very mine.”
Her breaths are pants, her knees pressed to my sides. She doesn’t want to want this. Hell, I don’t want to want this. But I do. We both do.
And I’ll have her the only way I can. The only way I should.
I lay her back, leaning over her, kissing her still.
She pulls at my shirt, buttons popping, nails clawing and when she can’t unbutton it, she pushes it aside and brings her hands to my skin.
I draw back to tear my shirt off, our eyes locked, our breaths gasps as I lay her back down, leaning over her to reach for the bottle of olive oil that’s knocked over, that’s spilling out onto the stone floor.
Her hands are undoing my belt, my pants. Her knees are wide, feet pressed to the edge of the altar. She takes me out and I pour olive oil onto my hand and slide it between her legs, feeling her wet, wanting pussy, dipping my fingers inside before sliding them to that other hole.
She’s confused at first, blinks up at me.
I take one knee and push it back and look down at her, at her wet, gaping pussy, her tiny asshole. I meet her gaze and push one slippery, oily finger inside that hole.
Allegra’s mouth opens on a gasp. “Cassian,” she breathes.
I let out a groan, feeling her heat around my finger. I bend my head to lick her pussy, use my teeth on her clit as I slide a second finger into her ass.
“I fucking… God. I fucking hate you.” Her fingers are pulling at my hair as she raises her pussy up into my face.
I draw back. Not yet. Not yet. I meet her eyes as I slide my hand over my cock, lubricating it before bringing it to her asshole.
She pants hard, eyes panicked, understanding how I’m going to take her.
“Push against me,” I tell her, because I need to be inside her, and I don’t want to hurt her and I can’t fuck her pussy. I can’t risk it. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard you forget how much you hate me,” I tell her, pushing the head of my cock into her tight entrance.
“I will never forget that,” she says, gripping my arms, nails digging in to draw blood, her eyes going wide.
“Then don’t forget. Hate fuck me.” I play with her clit as I push deeper into her.
She cries out, but holds on to me.
Fuck. She’s so tight, so fucking tight.
She has her eyes squeezed shut and I imagine it hurts. She’s a virgin here too, of that I’m sure.
I pour more oil onto my cock, which is a third of the way in. “Look at me, Allegra. Open your eyes and look at me. Fuck. Glare at me. Show me how much you fucking hate me.”
She opens her eyes and does just that.
“Did you like him looking at you?” I ask, watching her, playing with her clit again.
“Did you like him watching me?” she hisses. “Is that what you’re punishing me for?” She bites her lip trying to swallow back a moan of pleasure-pain, her passage opening to me as she’s more and more aroused.
“You want him to fuck you?” I thrust.
One corner of her mouth curls upward. “Only if you’d hate it!” She arches her back as her body stretches to take me.
“Wrong answer.” I thrust hard because she’s close and I want her to come for me. Even as she hates me, I want her to come for me and I want her to know she came for me.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” she whispers and I’m not sure she meant to say it out loud because when she realizes she did, she looks away.
“I hate you!” she cries out, her body jerking violently with orgasm, a moan coming from somewhere deep inside her chest, a raw, guttural sound, a sound that’s almost inhuman.
I watch her and fuck, fuck. It’s not what I’m doing to her. Not even a little. It’s what she’s fucking doing to me.
Her walls throb around my cock and I push all the way into her, fucking her hard and deep, feeling every inch of her.
I bend to kiss her mouth, swallowing her moans and her curses, ready for those sharp teeth that don’t come.
She’s too exhausted. Too worn out. When she opens her eyes and looks up at me, there’s a glassy sheen to them, a softness, a vulnerability that isn’t there when she usually looks at me and I realize I want her to look at me like this all the time.
I need her to look at me like this always.
“Fuck, Allegra,” I manage, watching her face, her eyes, as I fuck her, as she begs for me to stop, to go on, a second orgasm following on the heels of her first. I take her hard, wanting to punish her for wanting him.
I take her deep to lay my claim on her. I have her because I need to be inside her.
To come inside her. And when I come, it’s to the sound of her release, her letting go, because she can’t fight any longer, has no fight left in her as a third orgasm ravages her body and finally, finally, I feel it.
She is mine. I draw her to me with a deep groan, my cock throbbing inside her, my hand a fist in her hair, our eyes open.
I kiss her. I kiss her, watching her. Knowing she’ll bite, my wild Allegra. My violent Allegra.
“You’re mine, Allegra. Mine. Do you understand that?”
“I will never be yours, Cassian. Never. Do you understand that?”
I laugh an insane man’s laugh. “But you already are. You were mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”