LOGINCASSANDRA. My grip tightened on the sink as another wave of nausea hit me. Marco pushed my hair aside as I emptied my stomach. Fuck. I felt so sick. “Are you okay?” he whispered, rubbing slow circles on my back. “Should I call the doctor?”“No,” I replied quickly. “It’s probably a stomach upset. I’ll just take a quick shower.”Before I could move, Marco picked me up like I weighed nothing. I didn’t argue, just rested my head on his chest as he carried me to his bathroom. He set me down, undressing me like I was fragile. I was getting to know another side of him—one that sent butterflies fluttering low in my stomach.“You should go,” I said as he reached for the body wash. “I can take care of myself.”“I want to,” his voice dropped low. “There’s still time.”I exhaled sharply as he started scrubbing slowly, eyes fixated on mine as he moved. Our lips were inches apart, the shower running down and soaking his clothes. I felt hot all of a sudden, and I wanted to stay put, but my han
MARCOI stood by the window, a cigarette burning between my fingers as I watched—HER.Cassandra moved in the water like she knew I was watching. Thick tanned thighs simmering, while her breasts bobbed out of the thin fabric, and the color?Fuck. Red was her perfect color. She seems to have added weight in the right places lately. She rose from the water, diving back slowly, and I just couldn’t erase that image forming—her bent over at the edge, on her knees, gripping tightly while I fucked her silly.I inhaled more smoke, my hand moving on instinct, squeezing roughly… desperate to stop my throbbing cock. Shit.It felt like pouring ice in coal.A frown etched on my face as I recalled she was outdoors. Anyone could be watching, maybe getting off with this view just like I wanted to.I wanted her thighs sprawled on that edge while I showed every motherfucker she was mine.‘Competition’ Dante’s words rang slowly in my head. ‘Lust or love?’I knew it wasn’t lust. It was too consuming, t
NATHANI stepped inside without waiting for permission. The room was quiet…thick with anger and tension that could be felt. My father stood behind his desk, fist clenched with heaved breaths, while Dante was halfway to the exit, a frown etched on his face. I let the door close softly behind me.A smirk formed on my face as my eyes flicked from Dante to my father. “Am I interrupting something?”“Nathan, you should leave.”“What the fuck are you doing here?!” They both said at once, making me chuckle.I ignored Dante, my gaze turning to my father, whose eyes were blazing with anger. “So I’m the reason for whatever was going on in here?” I said, a smile curling on my lips. “You should leave,” Marco said. “Now isn’t the right—.”“I need your help,” I cut in softly as I stepped further into the room, hands in my pocket. “Something minor. It won't take much of your time.”He exhaled sharply, glaring at me for a minute before settling down in his chair.Dante’s eyes darted towards us wit
MARCOI settled on my chair, a wide smile on my face. No matter how hard I tried to frown or keep a serious expression, I just couldn’t. For the first time in my life, I felt content, like I had achieved something impossible. Finally, I fought for what I wanted, but I just had to perfect it. That could only be done when I figured out what Nathan was planning. I had no basic facts or proof, but I could feel it. He wasn’t that naive, and in all honesty, his silence and calm demeanor scared me for the first time. I reached for my phone to call Dante when I heard a knock. I pressed the control, and the door clicked open.A frown etched on my face as I saw who it was. “It’s been a long time….”It truly has been. I had even forgotten she was still on my premises. “I came to talk,” she added, and my gaze flicked down her body. That silk, transparent dress…it didn’t look like talk. It clung to her body, reminding me exactly why I’d bought her in the first place.But that was before C
CASSANDRAWas this another fucking dream?It had to be. Marco’s cock filled me, slow and deep, while Nathan’s voice echoed outside. “Cassy, open up!”I needed to wake up. But this felt too good, too addictive. Perhaps I’d just enjoy it a bit before Nathan barged in—just like every other nightmare I had. I cupped Marco’s chin, crashing my lips on his. He responded immediately, his tongue slipping inside, dominating every part of me.I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the nightmare ending: Nathan’s eyes blazing with anger, Marco still inside me, then the gunshot!‘Wake up. Wake up, Cassandra,’ I told myself.But I could still feel his cock, riding me—hard and unrelenting.Our sweat mixed as our grunted moans filled the room. It was real. He was real.And I was letting him fuck me while his son stood outside the door. “Marco,” I moaned lowly, as his mouth latched onto one of my breasts. “We have to stop,” I added, the pressure building in my pussy. I knew I would explode any mo
MARCO“Get out!” Her voice was sharp, eyes blazing with anger. My eyes remained fixated on her as I reached for the glass of wine beside me.“Didn’t you hear me? I said leave.”I scoffed. “You don’t get to order me, Cassy.”She crossed her arms, still standing at the door. “What exactly do you want from me?”The room was tense; I could feel the anger radiating from her deadly stare, and somehow seeing her this way amused me. “Close the door first, and we’ll speak.”“I have nothing to say to you. I don’t want you here!”“I wasn't asking, Amore mio, or would you prefer I do it myself?”No response. I was about to stand when she spoke. “Okay, fine. We can speak with the door open.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”“Or because you don’t trust yourself with the door closed.”“You don’t get to barge into my room and ask me silly questions.” I stood up. “What are you doing?” she asked.A smirk formed on my face as I approached her. “What do you think?”“Don’t fucking come close!” she spat,







