Page 43 of Heartless

Cass only fixes me with a pointed look. “Such a bratty little thing,” he goes on. “You’ve been begging me since the night I broke into your house to put you in your place.”

“Oh, I think we’ve tried this before, Cass,” I’m quick to sneer. “My fuckingplace?—”

“Is wherever I want you.” His fingers tighten, cutting off my air. “Maybe no one else has the patience or the desire to deal with a brat who always wants to have the last word, but I certainly do. Frankly, I’ve been trying to figure out how to get you here for days. I didn’t want to do it at your house that first time. I wanted to be nice to you.” He leans down slowly until his face is just inches above mine. “I didn’t want to scare you. But when you’re begging for it like this? When you’re all but demanding I give you what you need?” He chuckles and moves until his lips are brushing my ear.

“How could I ever refuse?” Cass nips at my ear, pulling a yelp from my lips. I move to grab his shirt, but suddenly my hands are slammed above my head on the mattress, accompanied by a soft snarl from him. “Keep them there, Winnie,” he murmurs. “Can you do that for me?”

His gaze finds mine as my fingers curl against my palms, a refusal on my lips. But something in his eyes—something strange and a little bit terrifying—causes the words to die on my lips. A shudder goes through me, and I narrow my eyes at him before nodding once.

“Well, I don’t believe you. But it’s a good start.” He chuckles. Letting go, Cass quickly drags my shirt and bra over my head, leaving me squirming and vulnerable on the bed. “You’re adorable when you’re nervous.” His hands find my leggings and he watches my face as he moves to tug them and my underwear down my legs until he can pull them off as well.

“This time you have to take yours off too,” I murmur, narrowing my eyes up at him. It’s so hard not to do anything with my hands when I feel soexposedunder his gaze, and I can’t help wiggling against the bed to try to work out some of the nervousness.

“I’ll consider it.” Smoothing his palms up my thighs, he lets out a soft breath of approval. “Fuck, you’re so much more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“You make it sound like it’s something youhaveimagined,” I comment absently, just to talk back.

“I have.” He says it so simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve imagined you in so many different ways and how I’d take you over andoveragain.” He leans down to brush his lips against my throat. “And yet the real thing is so much better than any fantasy I could come up with.” His hands tighten on my hips and he moves, urging me to sit up as he gets to his feet beside the bed.

There’s a question on my tongue, but his grin cuts me off before I can even start. “I’m going to show you something better to do with that mouth of yours,” he purrs, reaching up to cradle my face in his hands as I sit on the edge of the bed. “But I think you’ll look better on your knees on the floor, don’t you? No.” He presses his fingers to my lips. “I don’t need you to answer that, Winnie. I don’t need your opinion. Get on the floor, on your knees, or I’ll make you.”

A big part of me wants to see what he means bymakingme. But that look is still in his eyes, and it makes me unsure enough that I slide to the floor on my knees as he trades places to sit on the bed.

“Good girl. See? It’s not so hard to be good for me, is it?” I roll my eyes at his teasing, only for him to reach out and grip my chin, dragging my face up to his. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he warns. “So far, you still get to come tonight. But if you push it, that’ll change real quick.”

“I know how to get myself off, you know,” I can’t help mumbling. “So if you don’t—” His hand shifts to my hair, gripping it hard and yanking my head back to expose my throat.Staring at his glass ceiling, I hear the sound of the zipper on his jeans, and my stomach twists in anticipation.

And then I remember just how big Cass is.

My heart flutters at the realization, and when he finally lets go of my hair, I look down at where he’s stroking himself lightly, jeans and shirt still on. It only serves to make me feel more vulnerable, more….exposedwhen I’m the only one naked.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my neck and dragging me close to him until I’m on my knees between his thighs, one hand on his leg. “What’s wrong, hmm? You look a little intimidated right now. Surely it’s not because of me, is it?”

Of course it’s because of him.

“No, nope,” I deny, lying through my teeth. “Maybe it’s just my face. I’m not intimidated or—” He tugs me forward, shifting his grip back to my head.

“Stop talking, Winnie,” Cass says with a sigh. “And open that bratty little mouth for me. We’re going to find out just how good it is for the things that matter.”

I don’t really have much of a choice. Not exactly, when his cock slides against my lips, causing me to shudder with anticipation. I open my mouth just enough to feel the weight of him, enough to cautiously taste him with my tongue.

This time, it’s him shuddering with anticipation.

“Don’t tease,” he breathes, watching me with bright blue eyes. “Open your mouth for me.Actuallyopen it. I’ll do all the work; all you need to do is open your mouth.”

“You’re—” His grip tightens, making me wince.

“I didn’t ask for an opinion,” Cass tells me sweetly. “You wanted to push me, so now you get to find out what that gets you.Open your mouthbefore I put you over my knee and spank you.”

God, that shouldn’t make heat rush between my thighs like it does. But I’m definitely fucked up enough that I shouldn’t be shocked, I suppose. This time, I open my mouth without protest, watching his face as much as I can as he pulls me forward, his cock sliding between my lips and sitting heavily on my tongue.

He’s so fucking big.

My jaw aches a little when I have to open my mouth wider to accommodate him, and I release a soft sound from between my lips when it does.

“Poor thing,” Cassian goads, though there’s no pity in his eyes. “Well, I say that, but I don’t really mean it. Not when you look so good on your knees for me. And by the way, Winnie…” His grip tightens in my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts slowly into my mouth, pushing himself deeper.

“In case you ever need more clarification on whereyour placeis?” Fuck, he’s sobigand still going. I shudder when I feel him brush the back of my throat, and thank the lord I’ve never had a gag reflex. Or this would be a lot less sexy.

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