Page 11 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith-2

“Ah!Fuck!”I slammed into her, seed shooting out of me in a hot torrent.

We were both coming, flying high, cries and curses spilling from me as I spent myself into her mouth. Faith devoured me, swallowing me whole. She took everything I had to give. She bucked against my hand as I finger-fucked her, and then she came, too, her orgasm chasing mine as she shot out all over my hand. She spasmed and shattered beneath me, both of us a tangle of desire awakened, spent, and awakened again.

I collapsed in a heap next to her. Her body was limp. She was breathing hard.

And before I knew what I was doing, I pulled her against my chest and promptly fell asleep.

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When I awoke, theafternoon had turned to dusk. Faith was nestled against me, asleep in my arms, her chest rising and falling softly.

I watched my virgin as she slept.

I didn’t know what it was about this girl. She undid me. Holding her in my arms seemed like the most natural thing in the world and a world-class event. I didn’t want to be anywhere other than where I was right now, alone with her. It was the best feeling in the world.

Which also made it the worst.

Faith was a club worker. She worked forme. We had a contract.

She was mine for the taking. By all means, I already owned her.

But per the club’s rules, I could only have her three times. She was only mine for a little while longer.

I was the one who’d written the rules. They were designed that way for a reason, the very reason I now found myself facing—attachment. I felt connected to the girl, which was dangerous. Feelings had no place at Club 444. It was a place for fantasy, for abandonment. The sexual release I’d just experienced with Faith was the whole point—the freedom of it, the purity of the exchange. There were no hidden agendas here. There was no room for longing. We had each other at the moment; that was all there was.

That was the whole point.

Faith and I had a contract. The structure of that agreement was what made being with her possible. That’s why I was here. If she was someone I’d met in the real world and I’d been this attracted to her, I’m not sure what I would have done. Probably, I would have fucked her immediately and then ghosted her. Or I would have simply avoided her altogether, not trusting myself to bother with any possible trouble. But here, with my rules and my contract, I was safe.

I would take her, and then I would take her again tomorrow.

And then our contract would be complete.

Faith would be a virgin no more, and I would be able to move on without a backward glance.

But for one minute more, I let myself hold her. As Faith was asleep, not even she would know.

It would be my little secret.

CHAPTER SIX

safe

Faith

I woke up against Cassius’s chest, his arms wrapped around me. It was warm, and I felt… safe. It was an utterly unfamiliar sensation. I’d been running for so long, dealing with my crazy, drunk mom, scrambling to make a life for myself and my brother, desperate to keep us off the streets, that I hadn’t felt this way in years. Or maybe… Maybe I’d never felt this way.

It was a false sense of security. I knew that.

Still, it felt good to be held, particularly by someone so much older and more experienced than me. Cassius was gorgeous, established, successful, wealthy, and secure beyond my wildest dreams. He’d ruled me in the bedroom just now. He was my king. He’d unlocked the secrets of my body and brought me to a new, shiny kingdom filled with promise.

I knew it was all a mirage. But still.

Cassius hadn’t taken my virginity yet, but he had claimed me that afternoon. As far as I was concerned, I was his, even though it would only be for a little while. Even though the feel of his muscular arms around me would evaporate into only a memory, a hazy sheen of burned-off heat, nothing I could ever fully grasp or hold on to.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically as he slept. I nuzzled against him and replayed the events of our afternoon in the grotto room.

Cassius had shocked me when he’d rescued me from that other patron. I hadn’t wanted to go with that man, but I would have. I’d resigned myself to playing my role at the club. I was a hired plaything, and hired playthings played. I’d just been about to take my top off when Cassius arrived, smoke practically pouring out of his ears, and dragged me off to the grotto.

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