Page 137 of Deliver us from Evil

Cass holds up a hand, fingers spread. He watches me intently as I take off my vest and boxer shorts, and swims closer when I step hesitantly into the pool.

The water isn’t as cold as I thought it would be, but I still let out a theatrical shiver when it hits my nipples.

“Oh, my poor baby girl,” Cass murmurs, scooping me into his arms and spinning us around in the water.

He urges my legs around his waist, his hands lingering on my ass as we take another slow spin.

“You know that crap about how time heals all wounds?” he asks, putting his forehead against mine.

I nod, staring into his pale blue eyes.

“Well forget about that. You have us, okay? What we can’t heal, we can easily make you forget.” His lips brush my ear. My jaw. My cheek.

I turn, but he pulls back, teasing me with just a whisper of his lips before they’re out of reach.

“Cass,” I whine, tightening my thighs around his waist.

“Princess,” he says, in much the same tone. “Don’t be so demanding.”

“I just want a kiss. But then we have to go to bed.”

“And the demands just keep coming.” He squeezes my ass with both hands, hard enough to make me draw a quick breath. “When will you learn?”

“Hopefully never.” I try and chase his mouth, but he keeps moving his head away.

Just when I’m about to give up on our kiss, my ass hits the small island in the middle of the pool. During the day, there’s a fountain that splashes into the pool but right now it’s just a slab of stone.

Cass pushes me against the side, grabs my hair, and kisses me.

I melt against him, losing myself in the passion of his expert lips and forceful tongue.

He breaks off our kiss and then hoists me onto the edge before sliding his hands down the front of my body. Tweaking one nipple, then the other. Then his fingers glide down my stomach.

He’s already wedged his body between my legs, but I spread them a little wider when he gets close.

“God, I fucking love it when you open your legs for me,” he murmurs as he pushes up on his hands to give me a peck on the lips. “You’re such a fast learner, my precious little slut.”

He scoots me back, careful not to scrape my skin on the stone and reaches into the water to grab my leg. He lifts it, positioning my foot on the edge, kissing my knee as he stares up at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Cass…”

“What?”

“We shouldn’t be—”

He slaps my pussy, and I cut off with a sigh.

“We should get back in bed,” I continue hurriedly as he lifts my other leg, positions it on the other side of my body.

He ignores me, of course. He’s too busy staring at my pussy. Giving my knee an absent, cat-like lick, he sticks his hand in the water and starts stroking his cock.

“We will, soon as I’m done with you.”

“But the others—”

“Can have whatever’s left.” His eyes dart up to mine as he strokes my pussy with his fingertips.

“Fuck,” I murmur, my eyelashes trembling as I fight for my eyes not to close. If they did, it would be much too easy to surrender.

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