Page 19 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith 3

“What?”

“You weren’t even down here for two minutes before that fucking predator was on you.” Cassius roughly undid his tie, and he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I am going to mark you, Faith. No one’s ever going to fucking touch you again except for me.”

“You had me for our three times,” I said, my voice small. “Remember? Now I’m just another girl.”

“You’re not just another fucking girl,” he practically spit. “I own you, Faith. You’re fucking mine. So now I’m going to show you what no other man is ever allowed to do to you.”

I just stood there, staring. I was his? Cassius still wanted me—the way I wanted him?

My heart pounded in my chest. I got slick and wet between my legs.

As if he could sense it, Cassius’s still fiery expression turned smug. He knew he had me. “Face the wall, Faith. Put your hands against it and spread your legs.”

“Why?” I asked, but I already knew. A bolt of electricity shot through me, straight to my sex.

“Because I fucking told you to,” he roared. He continued to undress, and I watched, mesmerized, as he dropped his suit trousers and his enormous cock sprung out, jutting toward me. “Do it now, Faith. Don’t make me any more angry than I already am—I’m about to fucking lose it.”

As I stalked toward the wall, I tried to appear haughty, but every inch of my body quivered with desire. I did as I was told. I faced the wall, put my hands on it, and spread my legs slightly.

“Wider,” Cassius ordered.

I spread my legs further apart.

“I’m sorry, Faith, but I didn’t hear you respond to my order.”

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Sir.”

“Are you giving me attitude, Faith?” He chuckled darkly. “Perfect. I’m going to take that out on you. You won’t walk straight for a week.”

I tossed my hair and looked back at him. “I’m not giving you attitude—Sir.” But my tone made a liar out of me. I’d give him attitude all day if he’d take it out on me—I craved it. I wanted him to give it to me hard. I longed for Cassius to possess me, to mark me, to make me his once more.

He was on me in a second. He snaked my hair around his hand, twisting it, showing that he owned me. He was my puppet master, and I fucking loved it. With his other hand, he pressed my back down so that it was flat, hands stretched out against the wall, my ass sticking out. He leaned against me, his muscled, naked body covering every inch of me.

Oh, fuck yes. It had only been a few hours, but I’d missed him. Cassius was my drug. Feeling his skin against mine was the hit I needed. I felt alive again.

He rubbed his enormous cock back and forth against my thonged teddy, creating friction, and tugged on my hair. He was gentle but firm. I knew he meant business. He’d never been this intense with me before, this physically domineering. I fucking loved it.

“I’m going to fuck you from behind. Hard.” Cassius’s hard length thrust against me, and I cried out. “Do you consent?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled darkly as he wrenched my thong to the side. He rubbed his enormous, rock-hard cock against my wet slit, and we both cried out. The sensation of having him on me again, of him wanting me, was such a relief. “I’m going to give it to you fast, Faith,” Cassius said, notching himself inside me. “I hope you can handle it.”

Taking him from behind excited me. I wriggled against him, eager to feel him plunge deep inside me, where he belonged. Cassius was still mindful of how tight I was. He eased his massive cock inside me, inch by thick inch. Every step of the way, I luxuriated in having him back inside me, where only he belonged.

When he was finally all the way in, I almost wept. He was so deep; he owned me. Now, I felt like a queen. My king was mounted deep inside me, on the verge of giving me the keys to my very own kingdom of unbridled pleasure and release.

The sensation overwhelmed me, and I was lost. I bounced up and down on his cock helplessly, surrendering to the exquisite pleasure. He was my lord, my master. Cassius owned me from the inside out, and all I could do was his bidding. I lost myself, abandoned to the pleasure. I saw white and heard myself crying out, tears running down my face. He’d never fucked me this hard. Yes. YES. I was his.

He gave it to me harder. Cassius was marking me deep inside, where only he could reach. He alone could unlock the secrets of my body. An orgasm built inside me, vast and powerful, completely overwhelming. I felt like I was dying and being reborn. Cassius thrust harder, driving for home. Waves of pleasure shook me as I took him all the way in, meeting him thrust for thrust, joy overtaking every cell of my body as I shattered. I cried out as I sailed, flying high, hitting an incredible height I didn’t even know was possible. I shattered and came all over his cock. His thrusts became more urgent, and I heard him curse as he slammed into me, his orgasm chasing mine, filling me with his seed.

“Faith!”

Having him come inside me while calling my name made me shatter again. I cried out, keening, as we truly became one. Giving and receiving. One body, one soul. I pulsed around him, greedily sucking him dry, taking everything he had to give.

Cassius collapsed against me, breathing hard, and I felt complete.

I love you, I thought.

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