MasukCHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN Her fingers moved to his belt. She tugged the leather free of the buckle with a soft clink. “Need help with this too?”Dom swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. His voice came out rough. “Yes.”That single word unlocked everything.She pulled the belt open, unzipped him, and freed his cock. It sprang heavy and hot into her hand. Cassie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before swirling her tongue around the head. Dom groaned, one hand threading gently into her hair. She took him deeper, lips stretching around his thickness, sucking slowly while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. Her eyes stayed on him the whole time, watching every flicker of pleasure cross his face.“Fuck, baby… your mouth,” he rasped.She hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. She worked him with a steady rhythm—long, wet strokes, tongue pressing along the underside until his breathing grew ragged. But she didn’t let him finish. Cassie pulled o
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN Dom didn't answer her for a long moment, his eyes still fixed on the screen, jaw working like he was trying to physically hold back whatever wanted to come out of his mouth. The wind off the water picked up slightly, catching the hem of Cassie's dress, and she barely noticed it, all her attention locked on the way his shoulders had gone rigid in the space of a single breath."Dom." She put her hand on his arm, feeling the tension locked into every muscle beneath his sleeve, hard as rope. "Talk to me. You're scaring me."He finally turned the phone toward her, his thumb still pressed too hard against the edge of the screen. A message from Whitfield, terse and clearly typed in a hurry, none of the careful, measured phrasing the lawyer usually used.Flagged unusual asset movement from Marcus's accounts this afternoon. Attempted transfer to an offshore holding company, blocked by the freeze order but concerning. I will call first thing tomorrow. Nothing t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVEThe negotiations took the better part of two weeks, conducted mostly through lawyers, a slow, grinding series of phone calls Cassie and Dom sat in on together, Whitfield's careful, measured voice walking them through terms neither of them fully understood the weight of until they saw them written out in black and white."He'll plead guilty to a reduced charge," Whitfield explained during one call, Cassie and Dom sitting close together on the couch, phone on speaker between them, a legal pad open on the coffee table where Cassie had been taking notes without quite meaning to. "Conspiracy to commit vehicular assault instead of attempted murder.”"That's still real time," Dom said, glancing at Cassie for confirmation."It is," Whitfield confirmed. "But it avoids the public trial, the discovery process being aired in open court, months of coverage that neither of you seem eager to relive, based on everything you've told me.""What about after he's out," Cass
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVENCassie woke to an empty bed and the sound of the back door easing shut downstairs, sunlight already fully up outside, later than she usually slept, her body clearly having needed the exhaustion of last night to finally give in. She found him in the garden a few minutes later, sitting on the low stone bench near the hedges, his bad leg stretched out in front of him at an angle that had to be uncomfortable, staring at nothing in particular the way he did when something had settled too heavy to process sitting still indoors."Hey," she said softly, approaching slowly across the wet grass, unsure of her welcome.He didn't look up right away. "Hey.""Can I sit?""It's your garden too, Cassie."She sat beside him, close enough to feel the tension still radiating off him but careful not to reach for his hand the way she normally would without thinking. "You didn't come to bed.""I was working.""I'm sorry," she said, the words coming out smaller than she meant
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TENDom got home a little after seven, tired but in good spirits. David had taken Dom to a Physiotherapy hospital to see people who had cases like his and were nowhere close to recovery just to show him how far he had gone. "How was your day?""Fine," Cassie said, and then, because she'd never been good at sitting on something once it was already surfacing, the words came out before she'd fully decided to say them. "My dad came by today."Dom's expression shifted instantly, the easy warmth draining out of it. "He what?""He came by and we talked.""Cassie, he's not supposed to just show up here. There's an active case and we haven't fully understood his involvement. Him showing up unannounced isn't just inappropriate, it could actually complicate things legally.""I know but we only talked for a few minutes."Dom pulled out the chair across from her slowly, sensing this wasn't going to be a short conversation, his good mood from the office already evaporating.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINECassie was in the kitchen, halfway through wiping down the counter, when she caught movement through the front window and looked up to see her father standing in a suit that looked too formal for a casual visit, hands folded in front of him like a man rehearsing an apology. For a moment she just stood there, dish towel still in her hand, debating whether to answer the door at all. Part of her wanted to pretend she hadn't seen him, let him stand out there and eventually give up and leave. But another part of her, the part that still hadn't fully closed the door on that one honest phone call weeks ago, walked toward the front hall anyway.She opened the door only partway, keeping her body angled to block most of the entrance."You shouldn't be here," she said."I know," Richard said, just standing there patiently as if waiting for an invitation. " I won't stay long. I just need five minutes, Cassie. That's all I'm asking."She hesitated, the memory of that c
Cassie woke up in the massive guest bed, momentarily forgetting the chaos until sunlight hit her face, clearing the sleep from her eyes. For one blissful second, everything was normal.She was just a girl waking up on a sunny morning, but as she took in the sight of the room through her sleepy eyes
They pulled up to a high-rise building in Tribeca. It was made of glass and steel and had modern architecture. A valet appeared immediately, and Dom tossed him the keys without looking."Mr. Hale," the valet said with a nod."Jeremy." Dom came around to open Cassie's door, offering his hand again. S
The coat room suddenly felt smaller with both of them standing, Cassie still in her rumpled engagement dress and Dom in his perfectly tailored tux. She was still holding his hand, she realized. His grip was warm and firm and nothing like Marcus's carefully measured touches.She dropped it."So," Ca
Cassie blinked and suddenly burst into a sharp and disbelieving laugh. "What?""You heard me.""This is insane, you're insane.""Probably." Dom shifted, still crouched at her level, his expression serious despite the absurdity of what he was proposing. "But think about it. Marcus wanted you for the







