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yes like a turbulent sea calling me to dive deep.
I don’t know who moves first, but our lips collide and sparks fly, igniting my body. Our mouths battling, claiming, tasting in a violent passion, syncing with the storm. My chest explodes at the taste of pure wildfire, and I groan, consuming her thirsty moans.
The thunder cracks the whip above us, and we halt, our heads turning toward it.
“Want a taste of thunder and rain?”
She tilts her head, her eyebrows arching. I smile.
Pulling her outside, I let the rain wash over us. It’s so heavy we get completely soaked, her dress clinging to her like a second skin. Her lush breasts, torso, and hard nipples are poking through the see-through material. She’s pure temptation, with hair clinging to her angelic face like crimson ink. Only the look of pure abandon on her face keeps me rooted in place.
When her gaze finds mine, I step toward her, pulling her drenched form into my arms. I kiss her, tasting the storm while delicious warmth radiates off her body pressed against mine. I drink her deep until she is part of me and I’m part of her.
Aware we’re skirting the dangerous line, I gather her in my arms and carry her to her bedroom. “We can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”
Cassandra buries her cold nose into my neck, as I push her bedroom doors open with an elbow. It was a risk to bare our growing feelings, knowing we’re watched, but I couldn’t pretend anymore. I kick the door shut and carry her to bed, placing her on the edge before I kneel in front of her.
“See you tomorrow.” I graze her jaw with my lips. “Good night, Lovebird. Think about what I said. And dream about me.” I kiss her parted lips, sweet with desire, until she’s breathless. I leave her bedroom with a gripping need to own her fears.
8
Threads
~Cassandra~
This morning the chaos and nervous energy coursing through Abbas’ estate made me uneasy. Especially when I haven’t had a chance to speak with Mark, and the staff refused to tell me where he was. I have no idea what’s going on even if he sits a few rows up on a personal plane, close to the captain’s cabin, speaking with Abbas and a few other men. Their expressions look terse, and Mark has this tautness in his broad shoulders that keeps me on edge.
I can’t even look at the emails or try to work on the marketing idea Peter and Mark entrusted me to develop. My nerves can’t settle down. Definitely not after my conversation with Helen this morning.
“You left your children with a foreigner to fend for themselves. What kind of mother does that? Do you have any shame?” Her condescending tone grated on my nerves like sandpaper, leaving painful raw marks behind.
“The kind of mother who has ambitions in life and doesn’t have to depend on her husband’s fortune. Look, my twins are taken care of and safe. There is—”
“Ambitions,” she spats out, snorting. “Your duty is to the family, not just yourself. You lost that right after my son died. How selfish can you be? But what can I expect from the likes of you? After all we went through, this is the least you can do for us.”
“Helen . . .”
“You destroyed our lives.”
My lips shut sealed and traitorous hot tears roll down my cheek, burning the path like acid.
“All the scandals and shame you brought to our door, all the pain . . . You’re a fool to think I’ll allow you to trash our name. You won’t make fools out of us again.”
My heart races with anguish at her words that are still able to cut me open.
“Miss, would you like something to drink?”
I shake my head, swallowing my tears, and then ask, “Can you show me where the ladies’ room is?”
She nods, and I stand to follow her. I lock myself in, needing a moment to recover from the crushing weight.
While I splash my face with cold water, a soft rasp sounds on the door. I towel my hands and pat my face dry, and then open it. Mark reaches my elbow, pulling me out into the staff area before I can blink. He closes the curtain separating both sides.
“What is it?” His stance is so taut I swear he might erupt like a volcano.
“Nothing,” I start as he winds his fingers in my hair, tilting my face toward him.
“I see you, Cassandra.” His caramel gaze burrows deep into me, and warm breath cascades down my face, making my eyelids feel heavy. “I left you with a smile on your face and lips raw from our kisses. And today, I can feel your misery even from up there.”
