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I slip my hand around the back of her neck and into her hair, bunch the silky strands in my fist, and I hold her in place, ready to devour her. “Leo was interested to take over from his old friend Ace, so here we are.” I crash my lips with hers, but I’m not sweet. This time I show her exactly who I am and what she is signing up for here with me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CASSANDRA
I’msooverwhelmedbyeverything that has happened today, so when his lips meet mine in a possessive kiss, there is nothing else I can do now but just go with it. My eyes close and I melt into him, my back pressed hard into the mirrored wall behind, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He’s not the man I thought he was, but with his lips on mine, I know he’s still the man I love. And I need this from him more than I need the air in my lungs right now. This has to be my place, with him. Everything has always been so wrong but felt so right. Because somehow it is.
The hand on my ass digs into my soft flesh, and he’s holding me so close, like he’s afraid to let me go, and I feel the same. I fist my hands into his shirt, clinging to him like he holds my life in his capable hands. He pulls back just slightly so he’s looking directly into my eyes. I blink back at him, breathless, so full of emotion that I don’t know what to do with it.
“I’m in love with you, Cassie. You have always been the only girl for me.”
As his beautiful words spill from his lips, my heart swells, so full for the first time in years. I always knew, but to hear him say the words, with the way he looks at me, I really believe him now. For so long I thought I didn't even believe in love, that people were too selfish, but I love him more than I do anything, and maybe that’s foolish, but I do, and that's how I know this is real. “I’m so in love with you as well,” I whisper. Part of me knows it’s insane after what he just told me. I should be running in the opposite direction, getting the hell out of this crazy town and away from him, but I love this man with everything in me. I slam my lips back to his and kiss him with desperation, with all the hurt I once had and all the hope I have for our future.
He reaches under my skirt, and he tugs at my panties, slipping them down my legs, then he holds them up to his face and inhales, a devilish look in his eyes. One that makes my lady parts throb with the need to be owned by him, adored by him.
He tucks them into his pocket and drops to his knees before me, licking his lips like I’m some tasty treat he is about to devour. I hold the bar for support as he pushes my legs apart. “Open your legs wider, baby. I need to see that hot little cunt of yours.”
Oh God, his dirty words. Heat radiates straight to my face, and he smirks, knowing exactly what effect he has on me. I lean back, resting on the mirrored wall, balancing myself in the right position so he has a clear view.
“Good girl.” He drags his finger through my wetness. I’m soaked. I bite into my lip, trying to stop the moan from just the slightest touch.
He smiles smugly, then drops his head and tastes me, and I gasp, so ready to fall apart.
He eats me like I’m his favorite ice cream flavor, savoring every lick of the sweet, delicious treat. And it makes me feel treasured in a way I didn’t expect. I rock gently into his face, and he slides the hand that was holding my legs out wide up my thigh, sinking two thick fingers inside of me. “Fuck, Brandon,” I cry out.
“You like that?” He holds me in place with his other hand on my stomach so I don’t fall.
“Yesss,” I murmur, taking everything he's giving me as his fingers slide through my wetness.
He continues to finger-fuck me, still licking and sucking at my clit simultaneously. I’m a shaking mess, my hands barely able to hang on to the bar, moaning incoherent sounds into the empty studio. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. But when he curls his fingers in that way that he has, I cry out, unable to stop myself as I convulse around them. He pumps me until I’ve stopped quivering and then pulls his fingers free, licking them clean. My heart races in my chest as I watch him, wondering where the hell this dirty, hot man came from.
"Are you starting to feel a little better?" He stands, pulling me off the bar and into his chest.
"A little, I guess." I stand on my tippy toes, needing the strength of his arms to support my spent body. His lips are back on mine, and he tastes like my arousal, and it’s so unbelievably hot a fresh wave of heat runs through me.
When he pulls back, there is a new look of determination on his face. The air is thick between us. “Turn around, Shortcake. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”
“Ah, okay.” I stutter out. My brain has gone to sleep, and I’m just a body waiting for my next instruction. I turn around and watch as he kicks off his pants and pulls his shirt over his head. His naked body is insane, rippled muscles covered in ink. I'm practically panting at the sight of him.
He takes a step back so he’s right behind me. My eyes meet his in the mirror, and I watch as he bunches my dress up and pulls it over my head like I’m a rag doll. He discards it on the floor, then his hands are back on my skin, running over my stomach and up over my chest. Every small touch is electric, and I want him to touch me all over.
He pulls the lace fabric of my bra down, forcing my tits out, pushing them over and exposing my nipples. They’re painfully hard and begging to be played with. He smirks darkly, watching over my shoulder as he gropes me roughly, plucking and pinching my nipples as he sucks on my neck, with his hot body pressed into mine. My body is in sensory overload, and my eyes want to flutter closed so I can process every sensation, but his eyes pin mine in a way that has me hooked to the erotic show we’re putting on.
I can feel his massive erection sticking into my backside. I want it in me. His lips drop to just below my ear and he sucks. “Look how gorgeous you are like this. Naked, your body begging me to play with it,” he whispers into my ear as he squeezes my breasts together roughly as I watch. "My very own little doll."
“Yes.” I moan, giving him permission to do whatever he has in mind. My body is practically dying for him to fuck me, but he’s toying with me, and I can't stand it. I'm so wet I can feel my arousal running down my legs
“Hold on to the bar, baby, this is going to be rough.” His teeth dig into my ear as he murmurs the words I have been waiting for. Brandon Lewis is the devil, and I have just died and gone to hell. I should be scared, everything else worries me. But hearing those particularly sinful words puts me at ease. This is what I need.
My trembling hands find the bar in front of me, and I wrap my fingers around it, pushing my ass back into his crotch, showing him just how eager I am. That must be all he needs, because in one move, he pushes into me. My mouth pops open from the sudden fullness. I will never get used to how big he is. But fuck, it feels so good, so right. My face is flushed against my normal porcelain skin, and I watch as he starts to move inside me. I can’t take my eyes off our bodies. This is how we were made to be, the perfect fit for each other.
One of his hands is still gripping my chest and massages roughly, and the other slides up higher to my throat. He pulls me into him with force.
“Fuck,” I mumble as he thrusts into me with short, sharp movements. “This—is—so—hot,” I cry out, loving every deep thrust.
“Not so sweet now, am I?” he groans, really giving it to me. His eyes deepen in their intensity, and I see it now, there is darkness to him that should put me off. I can't do anything but hold on for the ride, the sounds of my gasps and moans filling the empty room. The slap of our bodies moving together is almost violent. I have been holding on to how he was before, somehow too blinded by that to see who he really is now. He’s most definitely not that person anymore. This is the real him. Dominating, controlling, and powerful, he's a force to be reckoned with.
I’m his because he wants me to be. Him fucking me like this today means something to him. It wouldn’t have mattered how hard I tried to stay away from him. He would have worn me down eventually and had me just the way he wanted just because he could.
