Page 26 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith 3

She shuddered as I plundered her with my cock. My strokes became savage; I saw white. It didn’t take long for me to follow after her, shooting my seed deep, deep inside.

I stayed inside of her longer than I should have, catching my breath as I tried to ignore the fast beating of my heart.

Pulling out, I quickly headed to the attached bathroom.

“Um… Sir?” she called. “Are you just going to leave me here?”

“Ha, no.” She was cracking jokes? I could barely think straight, but I returned with a bottle of cold water and a wet washcloth. Slowly, I undid each chain of her wrist, massaging them as they came undone.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, accepting the water.

I slid behind her, quickly cleaning her with the washcloth and undoing the ankle straps.

“That was amazing,” she said breathlessly.

“It was something, all right,” I agreed. I had planned to push Faith away, to frighten her with my darkness. Instead, she’d taken to being paddled like a duck to water. She’d lit up like a Christmas tree and come so hard she nearly shattered my cock.

Fuck me. This was not helping.

I hesitated for a moment. I wanted to ask her to come back and spend the night at my house, but that was against the rules and my plan. All of this was against the rules and my plan.

I’d just fucked her like I was crazy about her—like I was so jealous, I couldn’t see straight.

Because I was crazy about her.

And I was so jealous I couldn’t see straight.

“I think we need to let things calm down,” I said. “I want you to go back to your room, speak to no one, and get some rest.”

Faith let out a deep sigh that went straight to my already aching heart. “Yes, Sir.” But she looked disappointed.

Fuck it. Who was I pretending for? Her? Myself? My brothers? Maybe it was pretending that had gotten me into all this trouble in the first place.

Fuck it, I thought again. I was the boss. It was my fucking choice.

“Actually, babe, you’re coming home with me.” I snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her close. I would enjoy her sweet, nubile body all night and deal with the ramifications in the morning.

“Yes… Sir.” Pleased, she grinned. “Can we bring the paddle?”

Fuck, I thought. This girl.

She really might be the death of me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

never ever

Faith

Cassius and I stayed up all night. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Finally, just before dawn, I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

It was heaven. That he’d taken me at the club again and brought me home sparked a wild hope in my chest. I didn’t want to read too much into it. Still, having so much intense sex with him made me feel bonded to the billionaire. He’d brought me to orgasm so many times in the past twenty-four hours I could barely see straight.

When he’d handcuffed me at the club and spanked me with the paddle? Holy wow. I didn’t know if I’d be into something like that—I’d never considered it. But the “punishment” had awakened a new level of arousal inside me. I’d been wild for him to enter me. And when he did? My orgasm was like a tidal wave, totally bowling me over.

We’d experimented with the paddle some more in his giant bed. He’d spanked me and fucked me again and again. Each time, he’d brought me higher. The level of pleasure I’d soared to had been insane. Afterward, we’d cuddled, which might’ve been the best part.

Last but not least, Cassius had kissed me good night. He was tender and gentle. He’d wrapped his arms around me, and I felt like his big bed was heaven. I was safe and protected. I was wanted. I belonged. I’d nestled against his chest, peaceful and complete. I love you, I thought again.

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