Page 36 of Bleeding Outside the Lines

“Rowan is too.”

“Rowan?”

“She is my tech person.” I stop pacing. “And I think she might be my best friend. My only friend.”

“Well, in your BFF’s defense, I actually did kidnap her. I had to make it look real. But then we set her up in a safe place far away from here.”

“But why did you do it?”

“Babe, she was trafficked by her own father. He sold her to Elijah Cranston. You know, the big shot defense attorney? He’s dead, by the way. Anyway, he legally adopted her. Which only made it worse. She was a gift for his fucking piece of shit son.”

I groan. “Cassius, what did you do?”

“I assumed it was him who hired you and if anyone deserved to die it was that douchebag. Besides, you pissed me off, leaving me here high and dry the other night. I had to get my aggression out somehow.”

I level him with a glare. “Wait, you are blaming me for this?”

“Damn right,” he counters as he climbs out of bed, his long strides reaching me in no time.

“Cassius, how the hell is this my fa—”

His lips cut me off. His kiss feels like it wants to swallow me in a single bite. He’s a ravenous beast and I’m his prey. He pulls away, his eyebrows narrow.

“Get on your knees,” he commands.

When I don’t move, his eyes darken, but his voice quiets. It’s so low that I almost miss when he says, “What did I tell you before? You may be a queen out there, but this,” his finger jabs the air between us, “this is my fucking kingdom. Get on your fucking knees and don’t make me repeat myself in the bedroom ever again.”

My insides squirm and I bite my bottom lip. “I think—”

Cassius growls, and that is all it takes to bring me to my knees. Thoughts? What fucking thoughts?

He pulls down his boxers, gripping his length. He strokes it once, twice, three times. The veins in his forearm throb. When he releases himself, pre-cum glistens the tip as it stares me in the face.

“Lick it,” Cassius commands, and there can be no mistaking the moisture between my legs or the fire building inside me. I don’t consider myself inexperienced, but I wonder if it’s possiblefor Cassius to make me come with just his voice. I wouldn’t be against testing that theory and I want to say so, but his eyebrows raise in a silent challenge, and I turn my head away from him.

His hands grab either side of my head, forcing me back to center. He releases my head and wraps one hand around my braid, pulling it tight. Gaining control.

“I said, lick it,” Cassius repeats. Hard consonants punctuating each word.

I grip his cock in my hand and flatten my tongue on the underside of his shaft, sliding it down to the base. I take my time getting back to the tip, grazing him with my teeth. This fucker wants to play, I’ll play.

The grip on my hair tightens. I try to pull myself off him, but he holds me in place. My eyes shift up to his. His are closed, but his jaw is clenched, his eyebrows pinched. I can’t tell if it's pleasure or anger. Before I can contemplate that longer, his eyes flash open.

“Look at me and do it again,” Cassius demands through gritted teeth.

I hold my eyes on his. Full of hellfire, and I’m an unapologetic sinner. Again, I flatten my tongue on the underside of his dick, grazing him with my teeth on the retreat. But this time, when I get to the tip, I swirl my tongue around the head. He licks his lips and then without warning he shoves inside my mouth, forcing me to gag.

“Mmm, I love that sound,” he admits without breaking eye contact.

Fuck me.

I stroke him and suck him in tandem, working his full length. I graze him with my teeth just to see him tense. He never pulls my hair, but he uses his grip to force himself deep. Cassius buries himself in my throat. My insides quake, and my pussy aches for attention. Gripping his balls with one hand, I hollowout my cheeks and suck harder. His eyes darken and his body tenses, but he doesn’t come. I do it again. His eyes close, breaking our connection, and his jaw hardens.

“Not. Yet,” he says.

I do it again.

He pulls my mouth off his cock so fast, it makes a pop sound.

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