Page 8 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith-2

“Get on the bed, Faith. And remove those sunglasses. Eyes on me,” Cassius commanded.

I licked my lips, which had gone dry. “Yes, Sir.” I removed my sunglasses and gingerly climbed onto the bed.

“Take off your suit.” Cassius stood at the end of the bed, powerful arms crossed against his chest, and watched.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” My heart rate kicked up as I tugged off my bikini. All that was left was the V necklace, cool against my burning skin. I’d gotten some sun by the pool, and my skin felt taut and hot against the whispery whiteness of the fine cotton bedding. The translucent canopy undulated above me, stirred by a light breeze. My skin prickled with goose bumps as I waited. I hadn’t expected to find myself in a grotto room that afternoon, naked on one of the beds, still wearing my V necklace. Especially not with Cassius Blackwood, who’d fired me only hours before, inspecting me hungrily…

“Spread your legs,” the billionaire ordered.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” I did as I was told.

Not knowing what was about to happen made me wild. My heart thudded in my chest. I got wet between my legs—soaked. I was afraid, but I was also… eager. Excited. That was the only way I could describe it.

The billionaire stalked to the bar and poured two ice waters. “Have you had any alcohol today, Faith?”

“No, Sir. I don’t drink.” I wasn’t sure if offering any extra information was acceptable, and I regretted the admission as soon as it left my lips.

Cassius’s icy blue eyes raked over me, zeroing in on my sex. It made my insides clench.

“Good. Neither do I.” He approached, putting the glasses on the nightstand. He was so close, yet so far. His hungry gaze traveled over my bare skin, and it was almost as if I could feel it, tiny zips of electricity lighting me up.

“What did that patron say to you—the one who sat on your chaise?” he asked. “Tell me everything.”

“He introduced himself. His name was Todd, I think.” I licked my lips nervously. “He told me I was pretty but needed to relax a little. He touched my necklace, asking if I was still a virgin. I said yes.”

Cassius frowned, his full lips forming a thin, angry line. “And then?”

“He told me to put my book away and suggested I take my top off.”

The billionaire hissed. “What did you say?”

“I said—I said I would do whatever he wanted,” I admitted. Misery welled inside me. I didn’t like the man. He was younger than Cassius and handsome, but as soon as he’d sat down next to me, I’d cringed.

Cassius’s expression was stormy. “I saw you put your book away.”

I nodded. “I thought I was supposed to do what I was told.”

“Only for me.” Cassius’s hands curled into fists. “Did you want to take your top off for him?”

“N-No, Sir. I didn’t.” I didn’t want to admit the truth—that at that moment, I’d longed for the more familiar, albeit mercurial, Cassius.

“What else did he say?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “He just asked if my platinum rights were still available.”

Cassius’s eyes narrowed. “And what did you tell him?”

“I told him that they were, Sir.”

The billionaire rocked back on his heels. “From now on, the answer to that question isno. I’m reclaiming my rights to you. You’ll still receive four million dollars. I’ll pay double to compensate you per our newest agreement.”

“Oh!” I blinked at him, shocked. “You will? That’s very generous of you. Sir.”

“It’s not generous.” His icy gaze raked over me, landing in between my legs again. “It’s selfish, Faith. Very, very selfish.”

He undid his swim trunks and dropped them to the ground. His cock—huge, rock-hard, and luscious—stood at full attention. Its tip glistened as it jutted directly at me.Holy hell.What was I going to do with that thing?

“You are mine, Faith,” Cassius instructed. He stalked toward me, his enormous, hard length getting closer and closer. “You will do what I want when I want. You will come when I call. And you’ll come when I have my way with you, of course. Like right now.”

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