Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Cassian sits on the edge of the bed, and I lay my head on his shoulder. He caresses my hair, quiet, waiting.
“It’s like,” I start, but it’s a false start and I need to lick my lips and swallow and try again because this? What I’m going to tell him? It is me baring my soul to him. “It’s like I went back in time when he took me there. To that house. That room downstairs. And he still had all those things. Everything, even the smell of the place...” My voice breaks and a tear slips from my eye.
Cassian’s caresses stop, hand heavier. He pulls me closer to himself.
I wipe my face, look up at him. “At that house, I became exactly what I said I’d never be. His good little victim.”
“You are not his. You were never his. You will never be his,” Cassian says angrily. He shakes his head. “No.” He touches the healing bruise at my temple, and I can almost see him trying to calm himself, to shield me from his anger. “Fear is natural when you are at the mercy of a soulless monster,” he says, voice tight. “It doesn’t make you weak. Fear can become your strength if you choose to make it so.”
“I wasn’t strong. I was just scared.” I look away when I begin to cry again because I can’t seem to stop crying.
He cups my face, makes me look up at him. “You are strong. You are so strong. But until you realize that for yourself, I will be strong enough for the both of us. Let me carry you, Little Moth. I will keep you safe and I will bring your enemies to their knees before you.”
“In pieces,” I hear myself say, remembering his promise earlier.
He nods, reaffirming. “In pieces.”
13
CASSIAN
Ifind Jet easily enough because this place, it’s where we used to come. It’s been years, but here he is, his lime green Porsche parked outside the small house that looks like all the other houses. Lime green as if a beacon calling me to find him.
I pull up to the curb behind it, the Ferrari blending into the dark, and climb out, bypassing the front door for the one around back. I’m not sure if it’ll be there, but when I lift the rock beside the door, I find the key beneath it. Nothing’s changed. She needs to be more careful.
A light is on in the living room, but they’re upstairs. I hear them.
I climb the stairs, sliding my hand along all the familiar grooves of the handrail. The sounds I heard moments ago are louder up here because the door at the end of the hall is cracked open.
Of course it is.
He’s expecting me.
I push the door open. Mina gasps, whips her head around in panic which is quickly replaced by surprise and followed by a smile.
Jet grips a handful of her hair. “Focus,” he tells her, and she gets back to the business of sucking his dick.
I take my seat on the old, worn leather chair across the room and pour myself a whiskey. It’s the only expensive thing in this place. Jet probably brought it. I pick up my tumbler and turn to the couple on the bed. Jet is on his knees, Mina on all fours in front of him sucking him off, waving her ass prettily at me.
“You joining?” Jet asks, looking at me through hair that’s flopped down into his eyes, barely lifting his gaze from her.
“Just watching tonight,” I say, sipping my drink.
“Too bad,” he says, then pulls Mina off him. “Turn around,” he tells her. “Down on your elbows so I can see it all,” he instructs although he doesn’t need to. Mina’s fucked us both enough times to know what we like, how we like it.
With his hands on her ass, Jet splays her open, eyes on the business at hand. I know from her moan when he pushes into her, but it’s not her I’m looking at. It’s him.
His grip tightens on her hips, and I hear the wet sounds of fucking as he turns his gaze to me.
I sip. I watch.
Jet is a beast when he fucks. His eyes go full black, and his face flushes with heat. His mouth opens on shallow breaths and in a minute, he’ll take his lower lip between his teeth. Those lips are the only soft thing about him. His body is chiseled with muscle, the scars faded to silvery-white now, scar tissue rough beneath. I know the way they feel. I know how the muscles move beneath his skin when they’re touched. And I know how they got there.
Despite the scars, maybe more so for them, he’s beautiful to watch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him like this. And he does give me a fucking show, gripping her hips, ramming into her from behind before pulling out to guide his cock to her other hole. Mina moans. His eyes are on me with every furious thrust. It’s intimate. The closest we can be.