croaky with every word I utter, and my cheeks burn because he’s affected me so much, I’d do anything for him to finish what he just started.
“This is not at all your punishment; this is my reward,” he tells me earnestly. “You see all this blood?” I nod in response to his question. “This is what I did for you. That bastard will not be hurting you again.”
“What happened?”
Cassian shakes his head. “You don’t need to know. All that matters is he’s out of your life, which means you’re now single,” he informs me, and I realize that’s why he’s finally come in here and kissed me. All this time, he’s been teasing, waiting, and biding his time until he wasn’t doing anything that would bring about guilt in either of us.
I’m not cheating.
I’m free.
“What about my dad’s treatments?” I ask again. Even though I recall Cassian saying the Thornes will be footing the bill, I need to know; I need another confirmation.
“Like I said, you’re mine now, little liar,” Cassian says, his tone warm yet calculated and serious. “And everything in your life belongs to me, whether it’s a bill that needs to be paid or a man that needs to be killed.”
“You killed him?” I gasp in shock. There’s a lot of blood on his clothes, but I didn’t think Cassian would actually do it.
“Not yet,” he appeases me. “He’s in just a little…. pain,” he whispers the last word, which is drenched in a threat I don’t want information about.
“So… You’re… I mean, we’re…” I don’t know how to word it, how to ask him if it means he wants me. I want to ask him if I’m his now, does that mean he’s mine too?
Cassian tips his head to the side, his eyes narrow to quizzical teal orbs as he watches me, drinking in every inch of my face. “What is it, little liar?”
“Are we a couple?” I ask, feeling stupid for even voicing it because I sound like a child. A teen with a crush on the popular boy in school. And his hands are still gripping my ass as if he’s going to mark me for life.
“I’ll have to think about it.” He chuckles when my mouth falls open at his response. “Let’s just say we’ll take it a day at a time because right now, I’m going to strip all these clothes off your body, and I’m going to taste every inch of you. And when you’re a whimpering mess, begging for my cock inside you, I might give you what you’ve wanted since you were sixteen.”
“You’re such a bastard,” I bite out, swatting him on the shoulder, only earning me a smile in response. He knows what I want, what I need, so when Cassian spins on his heel with me still in his hold, I’m not scared. Not anymore.
Cassian drops me onto the mattress with a bounce, and a squeal escapes me. He leans in, and I instinctively scoot back, but he’s on me in seconds. His body nestles between my thighs, and his hardness presses against my core, sending pleasure shooting through every inch of me.
“Time to see just how sweet my little liar tastes,” he murmurs as he tugs at the sweatpants that he gave me to wear. His fingers hook into my panties, and he grins when I gasp, feeling the cool air hitting my body. Cassian’s movements are swift, and seconds later, my waist, all the way down to my toes, is bared before him.
His pupils dilate when he drinks me in. His hands grip my ankles, and he lifts both to his mouth, sending me sprawling on the mattress. His lips press soft kisses on each leg before he lowers my feet to the bed.
I watch as he shrugs off his jacket; next to disappear is his button-up shirt, which is stained with blood. And then I’m met with Cassian’s body. Broad shoulders that have lean muscles tensing as he moves. His chest is smooth, tanned, and every inch of him is sculpted to perfection.
My gaze drinks him in, trailing down to his abs that look like they’ve been chiseled from marble. His hips taper down into his pants, and the V muscles make my mouth water. There’s a dark trail of hair under his belly button that leads down, behind the waistband of his suit pants.
“Enjoying the view?” he taunts confidently, clearly enjoying the attention.
“Not bad.” My sass earns me a light swat on my