Page 131 of Cruel Deception
He brushed past me, his body stiff with barely contained rage, and returned to his desk. Like the moment hadn’t cracked us both open. Like none of it mattered.
But it did. It mattered so much it stole my breath.
“No,” I said, stepping after him, my voice trembling, barely holding itself together. “Don’t send her away. She only told me because she felt bad for me. She’s your sister, Cassian. She came to spend her holiday here. You can’t punish her for me.”
“Oh, I can,” he snarls, his fists clenching, his eyes wild with betrayal, his voice shaking with fury. “She left me exposed. Raw. And I will make her pay for that betrayal.”
“Don’t touch her,” I plead, my throat raw. “Please, Cassian.”
He still didn’t look at me. Just said, in a low, brutal growl:
“Get out of my study.”
“No.”
My voice cracked open on that word.
“Not until you answer me. Are you cheating on me?”
He turned slowly, like the question itself offended him.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“I need the truth,” I pushed, the pain blinding. “You’re angry. You’re cruel. But I need to know—are you sleeping with someone else?”
He turned to me, venom in his eyes. “You ask that now? After going through my phone like some jealous housewife?”
“What else am I supposed to do? I’m your slave, remember? You don’t treat me like a wife. Why wouldn’t I believe you have someone else—someone you actually want?”
He crossed the room slowly, deliberately. I stood my ground this time.
He grabbed my jaw, rough but not cruel, his breath hot. “Since that night you kissed me at that bar... I haven’t touched another woman.”
He kisses me, brief, fierce, then deeper, his tongue claiming mine, setting my skin ablaze.
His hand slides down my waist, under my dress, into my core, his fingers curling inside me.
I moan, my body trembling, my clit pulsing as he moves, slow, deliberate, fucking me with his hand, each stroke a fire that weakens my legs.
My hands grip his shirt, my moans muffled against his chest, my body shaking with pleasure, betraying my rage.
“Cassian,” I gasp, his name a plea as he drives me higher, my core tightening, on the edge—then he pulls out, leaving me aching, desperate.
“No, please,” I whimper, leaning into him, my legs jelly.
“Who’s putting this in your head, Charlotte?” he asks, his voice low, dangerous. “I could hurt you a thousand ways, but cheating? Never.”
“Cassian—”
“You think I’d want anyone else?” he whispered, biting my lower lip. “You think I’d need anyone else when you’re like this?”
His fingers moved back to my clit with devastating precision. Slow. Deep. Knowing. I arched into him, my breath catching, moaning into his chest as pleasure bloomed hot and fast.
He didn’t stop.
He kept going.
His fingers slid back to my clit with devastating precision—slow, deliberate, and cruelly knowing.
