Page 134 of Vicious Little Games

“So true.” Grabbing the sides of her face, I cover her lips with mine again.

“Don’t,” Cass says, turning her head away. “I just threw up. I have night sickness instead of morning. This baby is all backwards…”

She’s been throwing up at night because she’s pregnant with my baby. No wonder she’s been acting so nuts. “The pregnancy hormones are what made you bat shit crazy? Or more crazy than normal,” I tease her, and she scoffs. “Admit it, Cassie. You want me too.”

“I admit nothing.”

“Why go through all the trouble to protect me if you don't care, huh?” I ask her. “Why host a fake fraternity reunion just to try and find my father and kill the woman I fucked a few times to stop her from blackmailing me?” When she doesn’t respond, I tell her, “I love you and you love me too. We're damn good together, and I don't just mean in bed. I meant it when I said that we can run this fucking city together. Or not if you want to do it alone while I raise our kid.”

“It was just sex, Cole.”

“It’s more than that. It was always more than that!” Shaking my head, I tell her, “God, Cassie. I'm sorry you've been dealing with this alone. No more, though.”

“You mean it? You want to run things together? You want to be a father to our…” I kiss her so hard she has no choice but to let the doubt go, not caring if she was sick. No, I definitely care. I’m the reason she’s been throwing up.

Cass eventually caves and kisses me back.

And, like usual when the two of us are together, Cass can’t resist climbing on top of me for long, doing it right where I’m still kneeling. Her arms tightly wrap around my neck, nearly choking me. Her legs are wound around my waist, ankles crossed to hold them in place as I drop my phone to hold her to me.

There’s nothing in the world but the two of us…well, the three of us.

I thought Cass had so many doubts about us, about me, that she couldn’t possibly love me as much as I love her.

But finding out she would have married some stranger to protect me from her father’s wrath? God, that’s so fucked up. She would’ve sacrificed her happiness, spent her life with someone she didn’t want or love, all for me.

“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” I whisper against her lips.

“I know. But so are you. And I love you too,” she says. “If anything happens to you…”

“Shut up,” I tell her when I kiss her harder. Her dress is riding up so far, I can easily give her ass a slap too.

Behind us, the door opens and closes, but I trust our guards to keep us safe. Instead of gunfire, though, someone says, “Oh, dear god!”

Cass and I both freeze. I don’t have to turn around to know it was my mother’s voice.

“That’s…”

“Yep,” Cass answers. “At least Vanessa covered Daddy’s eyes,” she whispers before scrambling off me. We both get to our feet and Cass tugs down her dress before we turn to our parents.

“What the fuck is going on?” Dante asks as he grasps my mom’s wrist to lower it from his eyes.

“The Russians turned on you before I could rope a fool,” Cass says simply. “They were going to kill me, then you, so Cole could take over the city. Cole and August killed Inessa and these men before they could shoot me, but, um, Sam wasn’t so lucky. They killed him in the bathroom when he came to check on me.”

Dante stares at us, then eyes the dead men and woman on the ground around us. Shit. I forgot they were there, and Cass and I were about to fuck right in the middle of them.

“So, Cole saved your life?” Dante asks.

“I would never let anyone hurt her,” I tell him confidently.

Pointing his finger at me threateningly, he says, “Then maybe, just maybe I'll let you keep breathing for a little longer.”

“Dante!” My mom huffs and grabs his arm to lower his pointed finger as if he could kill me with it. “They're both adults, consenting adults by the looks of it.”

“Definitely consensual,” Cass reassures them.

“And it won't be the last time, hopefully,” I can’t help but remark.

“You can bet your ass that we’ll discuss this shit later, after we get this mess cleaned up,” Dante says.

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