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Emily Raptis is standing there with all her fascination. The burgundy dress hugs her alluring curves, and the golden accessories complete her look with effortless elegance. Her caramel-toned skin looks more tanned than usual, like she has been sunbathing somewhere.Last night, Cassie thought that she could keep ignoring this cruel woman’s threats since Mathias had sent her away. Now, she is in shock to see Mrs. Raptis standing right in front of her all of a sudden.A few hours ago, she was confident about Emily for the first time in her life. However, her confidence just evaporates when she sees the woman unexpectedly. “Hello, Cassie.” Emily Raptis greets her with an emotionless voice. “H…” She opens her mouth to answer but can’t find her voice. God, such a coward she is! Where was that confidence coming from last night, for real?!Suddenly, all the memories with the woman’s husband from last night flash through Cassie’s mind in a second. How they were making out near the wine tabl
On the right side of Cassie’s neck, there is a giant hickey with tiny teeth marks, along with purple dots within its boundaries. Did her mother see it? God, did Hazel and her grandmother see it?!She rapidly scans the memories of last night and remembers that she had her hair down and covering her neck at Hazel’s house.Thank God.And earlier, when her mother was inside her room, she was lying down on her right side on the bed.Again, thank God.She touches the tender skin of her neck and watches her reflection in the mirror. Remembering that exact steamy second Mathias brutally bit her neck when he came as his muscled body crushed hers, Cassie blushes like a fresh tomato. Her breathing quickens as she caresses the purple mark with the tip of her fingers. Biting her lower lip, she suddenly misses his hold around her body. The possessiveness of his gestures when he was taking her made Cassie feel more feminine than ever. She wasn’t a naive virgin before him, of course, but somehow, M
Cassie is walking on the street with a bag full of frozen coconut slices in her hand. Hazel's grandma insisted Cassie take as much she can carry as and try her Buko Pie recipe at the first opportunity. If Cassie can't follow the recipe, she is always welcome to their house to try grandma’s pie anytime. They are the nicest people she has ever met, for real.Remembering their hospitality, Cassie reaches the garden of her home with a warm smile. While getting in, she glimpses at the house across the street, the place that witnessed her night full of sin and forbidden pleasure with its landlord. Her smile freezes as she shivers and her heart pounds at the memories of those passionate minutes. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turns around and walks inside the garden, toward the patio. When she was a high school girl who was doing desperate yoga shows there to catch that cerebral man’s attention, Cassie would never guess her teenage dreams could become real one day.Now, as a grown
Cassie looks at his eyes defiantly. “You just knocked over the bucket.” She lifts her chin with attitude. “There is no more milk.” Resilience. Mathias’s lips curl upward. He likes it. “Too bad, little girl.” His hands roam over her curvy sides, then he squeezes her thighs. Cassie’s body shivers against his touch, Mathias can see flames dancing behind her challenging eyes. “Then you will milk me.” She gasps as her large breasts are squeezed between their bodies. “What do you mean- ah!” Mathias lifts Cassie off her feet and she grabs his shoulders for support. He walks toward the window and throws her curvaceous body onto the haystack between the bales. Then he takes his cowboy hat off and tosses it aside while his eyes wander over her. That pink dirndl wraps Cassie’s curves tightly and makes her breasts look more alluring. She balances herself on her elbows with a condemning smile. Unable to wait to tame this sassy girl until the morning in this barn, Mathias begins to u
Mathias opens his eyes to find himself in a wide, open meadow.The joyful atmosphere surrounding him is filled with the cheerful sounds of laughing children, mingling with the lilt of traditional music. There is a massive carousel turning slowly, and vibrant banners fluther overhead as people dance beneath them in celebration.The scene is familiar to Mathias but he has no idea what the hell he is doing there. Plus, why is everything so big? It's like he turned into a cockroach like Samsa out of nowhere.The vibrant colors of the festival wash over him, and the crisp breeze carries the faint scent of fresh-baked bread. Confused, Mathias slowly turns around and gets even more surprised against the familiar view in front of his eyes.There are busty milkmaids carrying wooden milk buckets with bright smiles. They all look attractive in tight dirndls as they wander around while swaying their hips. Oh, God. Mathias is back in the German festival when he attended middle school at age twel
Groaning, Mathias throws the phone onto the couch and rests both arms over the back of it. He is acting like a teenager again. There is no way he would jerk off on the same night he had sex.Tilting his head backward, he watches the ceiling with unpleasant thoughts. There is another thing that’s making him uncomfortable. It created a shock effect when he learned that Cassie was in a stranger’s house. A girl, alone outside at that late hour and finding a place to spend the night that quickly? Even a close friend would consider it a fait accompli and reject her. But that person who accepted Cassie was available for her all the time, huh?Mathias has never asked if she had a boyfriend, and the thought of it makes him uncomfortable. More than he is comfortable to admit. The possibility of Cassie lying down on some guy’s bed when Mathias was tidying up their mess leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth. That’s why he implied that Cassie might have been with a male friend. She didn’t und