Chapter 32
CASSIE
“Please, Pia, please,” I beg. I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck on them.
“Cassie,” she growls, but she pulls them away, wipes them on my sheets. “Not yet.”
“I’m fine!” I protest. I’m not. I’m so horny it hurts. Literally, there is an ache between my thighs that no painkiller will take the edge off. Having Pia in my bed night after night, having her walk around my house like it’s also hers, day after day … I don’t know what to do with myself.
“You need more rest.” She pulls away, but I quickly reach out for her. I tug her back down next to me and grab her hand. I place it on my cunt where I’m wet and hot and in agony.
“Fuck, Cassie,” she says. “And they say I’m the evil one out of us two.”
“Who says that?” I ask, so horrified at such a thought that it almost distracts me from my desperate need to have Pia fuck me.
“Everyone.” Pia rolls her eyes and gently takes her hand away. The kiss she leaves on my forehead feels like both an insult and a blessing.
“They wouldn’t, you know,” I tell her. “If they could see the way you’re looking after me.”
Pia doesn’t say anything. Just nods her head, lifts my fingers to her mouth, kisses my knuckles, then drops them and rolls away.
“Pia,” I beg, even if there’s a threatening edge to my voice.
“Cassie,” she matches my tone.
“Ugh!” I ball my hands into fists and slam them down on the bed.
Pia has the audacity to laugh as she gets off the bed. “Nora filled our fridge with all the ingredients I asked for. It’s time for me to make you the best tom kha gai of your life.”
“I’m still angry,” I say with a pout.
“I can see that.” Pia walks to my side of the bed and gives me another forehead kiss. “So you don’t want any?”
“I want!” I say quickly. Too quickly. Pia’s meals have just gotten better and better each passing day.
“Okay, I’ll get cooking.” Pia walks to the door but stops before leaving. “By the way, I’ll know if you touch yourself.”
“So? What then?” If I’m honest, I’d not even thought about it. But now I am.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She pauses. “Then I’ll make you wait an extra day. Or two.”
“I hate you!” I say, but the lift in my lips betrays me.
“Oh, I know.” She grins back at me. “You and Martin and the rest of the world.”
I open my mouth to contest that, to interrogate it further, but Pia’s gone, leaving me a tight coil of desire and confusion.