Page 7 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith-2

As more drinks flowed and the sun streaked across the sky, the music changed from breezy pop to a popular hip-hop song. The beat got more intense. Many of the girls got up and danced, shaking their asses. The remaining few who still wore tops removed them. It was a visual feast of gorgeous young women, sexily moving in time to the music.

It was an invitation—a seductive one. The patrons joined them, and the atmosphere became electric. Couples started pairing off. It happened swiftly; it seemed inevitable. The primal, pulsing sensation of sex electrified the air. The dancing became a tangle of limbs. It seemed to catch on like the sexiness was contagious. People were kissing, then groping, then fucking on the lounge chairs, in the pool, in the hot tub. One patron bent his girl over so her ass was in the air, hammering her from behind. Her cries echoed out over the infinity pool. Everywhere around me, people were shattering with powerful orgasms.

How much sex could you have in one weekend?

It seemed I was about to find out.

Faith and Tate had stayed where they were, watching the pairings unfold with amusement. But they weren’t alone for long. Two handsome, muscled patrons in swim trunks approached their loungers. The girls smiled up at them; Faith even put her book away to chat with her suitor. He sat down on her chaise, too close for my liking.

My blood started to run hot again. Spots danced in front of my eyes.

The member leaned over Faith, trailing his fingers up her side to her necklace, which he also fingered.

I was across the pool deck before I knew what I was doing.

“Get your fucking hands off my virgin,”I seethed.

The man whipped his head around. “Cassius? Sorry, man.”He hopped up off the lounger. “I thought?—”

“It doesn’t matter what you thought,”I said, my voice ice. “She’s fuckingmine.”

I held out my hand for Faith, and she took it, although she looked bewildered. “Come with me, Faith.Now.”

CHAPTER FOUR

the grotto

Faith

A furious Cassius Blackwood dragged me away from the sex-fueled pool party and the patron who was flirting with me. He hustled me up the stairs and across the lawn, away from everyone. I could barely keep up with him.

“Where are we going?” I asked. “Sir,” I added hastily.

“To the grotto,” he growled. “Stay close.”

I obediently followed the mercurial billionaire. He’d ignored me at the pool, and I’d done everything I could to avoid him. Gina had ordered me to stay out of his sight, and I intended to follow the rules. I still couldn’t believe that I was allowed to remain at the club and that I’d be earning so much money. I didn’t want to sell my virginity and be a plaything for billionaires. But Ireallydidn’t want my baby brother to get kicked out of his treatment program.

The Madam ordered me and Tate to go to the pool to join the party. I didn’t think that Cassius would be there. When I saw him, I felt a hot shame.He didn’t want me. He sent me away.I didn’t dare look in his direction for the rest of the afternoon, fearing his displeasure.

So I’d been shocked when he appeared at my lounger, hands clenched into fists, furious with the patron who’d approached me. Then he’d dragged me away from the party.

To say I was confused was the understatement of the year. Maybe Cassius was taking me to the grotto because he was going to fire me again. Or perhaps the billionaire had something else in mind…

Because Cassius stalked ahead, I stole glimpses of his powerful build from behind my sunglasses.Holy hell.I might not like him, and I didn’t understand him, but even I had to admit he was an exquisite male specimen. His back and shoulders rippled with muscles leading down to his swim trunks. His ass was muscular, perfect, as were his athletic thighs and calves. Cassius had a light tan and perfect, smooth skin. Glints of gray highlighted his dark hair; the evidence of his maturity somehow made him sexier. I remembered how he’d touched me the night before and shivered. He’d made me feel things I didn’t know were possible. He was an expert—a seasoned professional to my junior varsity level of cluelessness.

It felt incredible, but only for a little while. He fired you. He left you shivering, naked on the floor.

I didn’t know why he was back now. I didn’t know what he wanted.

We neared the grotto; several couples were in the manufactured lake, frolicking. When I say frolicking, I meanfucking. Everyone at the club was having sex again! I glimpsed inside the grotto’s rooms, many of which were occupied. Couples were inside, their naked flesh glinting in the sunlight. I saw one of the girls riding her billionaire, her long raven hair snaking down her back. She bounced up and down in an intense, primal rhythm. The patron threw his head back in ecstasy, cords standing out on his neck. He started thrashing, strangled curses erupting as he came. The woman threw back her head, lost in the moment, joyously riding him home as she shattered. I wondered if I could make Cassius feel like that…

I heard several cries of intense pleasure. It made me feel slick inside, woozy and hot. I got wet between my legs—some sort of innate biological response. The grotto’s marble statues looked on, inscrutable and all-knowing, as couples engaged in the eternal act of sexual connection.

Cassius grabbed my hand again and dragged me to the last grotto room. As we passed, I heard both male and female voices cry out in ecstasy. It seemed illicit to be able to hear such personal behavior. I glimpsed the pond again. The couples who floated were entwined, lost in each other, enraptured.

Maybe I should be like one of the statues—indifferent,I thought,as if nothing shocked me.

The truth was, everything shocked me. But I put on a brave face as Cassius led me into the final room. I hadn’t been inside one of these yet. The suite’s centerpiece was a beautiful, canopied bed, its white gauzy overlay rippling in the breeze.

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