MasukHi lovelies 🤍 Quick update: I'm switching temporarily to a new posting schedule — 2 or 3 chapters every Wednesday, and 3 every Saturday. (Daily updates have been tough lately, so this feels better for now.) Kindly bear with me, thank you so much. ❤️
MARCOThe loud slam of the door broke something in me that I couldn’t fathom. The taste of her lips lingered on mine. I should have dragged her back…pinned her to the wall and fucked her until she forgot his name.But she was gone.I’d pushed her until the only thing left in her eyes were anger and hurt. I drove my fists into the heavy bag once, twice— hard enough to split skin. Two days of watching her on the surveillance feed…craving her…wanting her touch. Blood smeared on the leather, but I didn’t stop. I had tried convincing myself I didn’t give a damn. I told myself I would keep away from her. Yet, I’d ordered the guards to stand down this morning.Just so I could see her.Touch her. Feel her warmth once more. And now, I was left with nothing but the hard realization that I will never have her again. It hurts! So fucking much.My Cassy. Cassandra Beckham. The woman who had warmed her way into my heart with her defiance. “Fuck!” I screamed, throwing one last punch, and
CASSANDRA I almost kissed Nathan that day in the garden.Our lips fell so close that I could feel his breath…but I pulled back at the last second.I told him I needed some time to think, and thankfully, it didn’t ruin what we’d started building. He was still there…caring, sweet, finding excuses to be around me. Perhaps that could be the reason for these dreams? It has been consistent for the past two days, and no matter how many times it repeated, I still found it difficult to believe I wasn’t real. Nathan and Marco inside me…fuck. I let out a frustrated sigh, remembering this was also two days of not hearing a single word from Marco.After that dinner, we never crossed paths. It was like he went dead silent, and all efforts to reach him proved abortive. The guard had repeatedly refused me entrance with the same scripted line: “He wants to be left alone.” But today, I wasn’t taking no for an answer. The same guard had let slip that he would be in the gym this morning. My gaze fli
CASSANDRA I wanted to pull back…stand up and leave, but I just couldn’t. His lips were too alluring, and I needed to taste something other than Marco.Our lips collided—desperate and hungry. Nathan’s kiss was different…gentle yet fierce. I kissed him back, my temperature rising. His hands moved all around my body, squeezing, and when he reached underneath my skirt, I gasped in his mouth. He wrapped his hands around my waist, deepening the kiss and pulling me onto his lap until I was straddling him on the bench.The cold air kissed the backs of my thighs as my skirt rode up. Nathan groaned lowly against my mouth.I felt him—hard, pressing up through his pants, and a fresh wave of heat flooded me.I needed this. Needed release.Needed to feel something apart from the constant, throbbing want for Marco.One of his hands slipped under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my panties. He paused there, waiting for me to stop him.I didn’t.I rocked forward instead, like a silent plea. H
CASSANDRA Nathan held one of my hands, Marco the other, their eyes locked on mine. Their gazes held different meanings. Marco’s—dark, commanding, and possessive, while Nathan’s was softer, warm, inviting in a way that felt dangerous.And somehow, in that moment, my traitor brain just happened to paint a vivid picture of both of them in bed with me—Nathan’s cock in my mouth while Marco took me hard from behind. I felt a pool of heat between my thighs, aching and unbearable.Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me?“I need air,” I repeated, pulling my hands from their grip as I walked out, not daring to look back.I needed distance…from both of them. Before, I did something unthinkable.My footsteps were hurried. I didn’t stop until I reached the nearest bathroom, slipped in, and slammed the door shut. How did it get this bad? Was it addiction? Lust? My pussy just happened to ache for his cock at every given time. I leaned against the sink, my breathing ragged, my reflection staring
CASSANDRAThe silence that filled the hall was thick and suffocating. Marco had my hands pinned above my head, his eyes locked on me with a look I couldn’t decipher. Perhaps slapping him had been a step too far. My heart was racing, and I was trying my best to calm it. Marco leaned in, our lips almost touching, and I broke away from the haze.“Let go of me,” I said, struggling away from his hold.“You slapped me,” he spat, one of his hands forcing my chin up until our eyes met again. “No woman has ever touched me.”It’s an honor to be the first,” I replied, trying to look anywhere but his lips…eyes…his damn face. “Let go of me this instant.”His jaw tightened. “Why? So you’d run off to him?”“Yes,” I snapped, my voice rising. “As a matter of fact, I am having dinner with him, and you’re obstructing that.”“And then you slap me for being with Mariam? Typical hypocrisy.”“For fuck’s sake, I stood outside the bathroom door begging that we talk, but like a coward, you’d rather run away
CASSANDRAI heard the door open and close, then his warm hands wrapped around mine, almost too tight.I snuggled in, wanting more closure before asking, “Where did you go?” I waited for a response, but nothing. I turned to him…Holy shit!His eyes were bloodshot. “Marco, are you okay?”Still no response. Our eyes met, and he leaned in, crashing his lips on me as if trying to communicate. I wanted to fight it, wanted to hear what was wrong, but he deepened the kiss, his hands squeezing and pulling me closer to him. I melted in, wrapping my hands around his neck as a groan escaped from his lips. His hands moved with rapid speed, pulling off the loose shirt I had worn, his mouth immediately latching on to one of my breasts with so much intensity. A low moan escaped my lips as he trailed down, leaving wet kisses until he reached my pussy, and without waiting—he sucked. I gasped, spreading my legs wide open and arching my entrance closer for him to devour. “Ma… Marco.”He increase







