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. We can’t. Not in here.”
“Why not? It’s my house.”
“It’s Jet’s room.”
“Well, maybe it’s the perfect place then.” I turn and carry her to the bed, laying her at the foot of it and Christ, she’s fucking beautiful even in her inside out dress. Even when she hasn’t slept. I tug her to me by her legs. When her dress slides to her stomach I see she’s not wearing panties.
I raise my eyebrows in question.
She shrugs. “I think they’re still in your office.”
I grin, bend to kiss her as I pull myself free of my slacks, my briefs. When I push into her, she makes a sound, arching her back and biting her lip.
“You know what I love?” I ask her.
“Hm?” She kisses me, moaning when I thrust.
“Your face when I first take you. The way you look at me.”
“I like your eyes,” she says, getting that faraway look in hers. “They get so blue.” She wraps her legs around me.
“You know what else I like?” I draw back, take one leg and push her knee up along her torso so I can see us. “I like watching you take me.” I take the hand that’s on my shoulder and set her fingers on her clit. “Play with your clit while I fuck your pussy. I want to watch.”
She does. Like a good girl, she does, eyes locked on mine, mouth open, panting she plays with her clit and when the walls of her pussy squeeze my dick, it takes all I have to hold back, to not blow inside her, because today, today of all days, I need to mark her. To make sure she knows she’s mine. To make sure anyone who comes near her knows.
And so, when her orgasm subsides, I draw her hand away and push her dress up to expose her torso fully.
“I’m going to mark you, Allegra,” I say, drawing out, taking my cock in my fist.
She sits up on her elbows and watches like she’s never seen it before, but I guess she hasn’t.
“I’m going to come all over you and you’re going to feel me all day long.”
Her eyes are locked on me, mouth hanging open. She licks her lips. “That’s so hot,” she says, and slides her hand back onto her clit as I begin to paint her with come, watching her use it to lubricate her fingers, smearing it into herself as I smear it into her belly, her breasts.
“Mine, all mine,” I tell her.
“Yours. All yours.”
23
CASSIAN
“What were you talking about with him?” I ask as I add cuff links to a black button down.
“The funeral. I wanted him to take me if you didn’t get back in time.”
“That’s all?”
She shrugs. “When did you bring my clothes over?” She’s rifling through the part of the closet where her clothes hang.
“Had someone bring them a few days ago. I thought we weren’t lying anymore. I’m back in time to take you and that’s not what you were talking about. Tell me, Allegra.”
“Fine. I told him I didn’t want you to be like all the other men in my life have been. I didn’t want you to be a liar too. He said most people in your life are liars too. Is that true?”
“That’s an interesting thing to say.”
“Jet seems to know a lot about you,” she says, holding up two black dresses, surveying them.
I knot my tie watching her in the reflection of the full-length mirror. “We were close once.”
“You’re not close now?” she asks, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
“It’s different now.”
“But you trust him.”
I nod, adjust my hair, then pick up my holster and put it on.
“You’re going to bring a weapon?” she asks.
“Just a precaution,” I say, facing her. “There will be a lot of people there. People I don’t know.” She studies me, but I’m sure she’s considered this. She must know most of the people who show up today will show up armed. “We leave in about half an hour. I’m going to take care of some business while you finish getting ready.”
I grab my jacket, pull it on and head to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Jet’s leaning against the counter eating the last of his toast while watching some video that has him chuckling.
“You’re getting crumbs everywhere,” I tell him after I pour myself a cup.
He takes another loud bite and crumbs fly. “Do I need to change my sheets?”
I grin. “Depends. Do you enjoy sleeping in other people’s come?”
“Asshole.”
I laugh. It’s good to laugh, actually. “Come with me.”
He tops up his coffee and falls into step beside me.
“Did you know your brother has surveillance on most of the men who work for him?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says as we step into my office.
“Is that normal for him?”
“Sev’s paranoid. He had something for you?”