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God, Cass... so beautiful.
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His Dirty Little Secret I love you
Cassidy's POV "Let me hear you, Cass. Quiet, but for me." He backed me against the oak, the rough bark scraping through the thin fabric of the shirt, a delicious contrast to his smooth, callused hands that knew every inch of me. "Missed your arms too," I confessed between kisses, my fingers fumbling his belt with urgent tugs, the buckle clinking softly in the quiet night like a secret code. The zipper rasped open, and I freed him—hot, thick, velvet steel in my palm, throbbing with need as I stroked slowly from base to tip, thumb swirling over the bead of precum at the head, drawing a guttural moan from his throat. His hips bucked into my hand involuntarily, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Every second without you hurts," I whispered, voice breaking slightly with the raw truth. "Mom's poison tonight... her whispers, her fake smiles. She hates me so much, Dante. But you? You're my antidote. Make me forget her." He captured my lips again, fierce and claiming, his tongue plungi
His Dirty Little Secret I've been aching for you since dinner.
Cassidy’s POV The clock ticked agonizingly slow, each second stretching like taffy in the oppressive silence of the mansion. I lay curled under the heavy duvet, the fabric cool and silky against my bare skin despite the lingering warmth of the room from the central heating humming faintly in the background. My phone was clutched in my hand like a lifeline, its screen illuminating my tear-streaked face in a soft blue glow. Dante's text stared back at me: "She can’t touch us. Love you—counting minutes to midnight." The words wrapped around my heart, a fragile shield against the storm of emotions churning inside—sadness from Mom's barbed whispers during dinner, the ache of separation after our blissful weeks alone in his apartment, the lingering heat from our morning together, his body claiming mine in ways that still made my thighs clench with involuntary aftershocks. Every muscle in my core remembered him: the way he'd pinned me in the shower, water cascading over us like a veil,
His Dirty Little Secret Don't disappoint me.
Cassidy’s POV "Son! Good to have the family back together. Tell us about that merger over dinner." Victor’s voice boomed through the foyer like a thunderclap, his broad hand clapping Dante on the back with that paternal force he always wielded—part affection, part assertion of dominance. "Son! Good to have the family back together. Tell us about that merger over dinner." Dante nodded smoothly, his posture relaxed but his eyes flicking to mine for a split second, a hidden spark in those storm-gray depths that sent a shiver down my spine. He played the part perfectly: the dutiful stepson, casual and composed, as if he hadn’t just spent the morning buried inside me, whispering vows against my skin while I shattered around him. "Sure, Dad. It’s a game-changer—AI optimizing green logistics. We’ll dive in over the roast." His voice was steady, but I caught the subtle flex of his jaw, the way his fingers twitched at his side, as if itching to reach for me. Mom laughed brightly, looping
His Dirty Little Secret God, Cass... so beautiful.
Cassidy's POV He rolled us gently, pinning me beneath him, his weight a delicious pressure as he kissed down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below my ear that always made me arch, gasping. "You're everything to me," he murmured against my skin, voice gravelly with want, hands pushing up the shirt to expose me, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked, hard and aching under his touch. I moaned, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him lower as tears dried on my cheeks, replaced by flush. "God, Cass... so beautiful. I love every part of you." His mouth closed over one breast, tongue swirling with deliberate slowness, teeth grazing just enough to send jolts straight to my core, my hips bucking instinctively against his growing hardness. "Don't tease," I begged, the words breathy, my body igniting despite the lingering grief. He chuckled low, the vibration humming through me, before trailing kisses downward, over my quivering stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel with
His Dirty Little Secret I hate seeing you like this.
Cassidy's POV You're not some fragile girl; you've handled worse—Dad's crash four months ago, the coma that left him a silent shell in that hospital bed; Mom's endless barbs disguised as "advice"; the ethics seminar where I'd poured my soul into arguments about AI audits, drawing on Dante's insights, only to face her dismissal: "Ethics? How quaint. Real success is about winning, not whining." But this? This felt like losing a piece of myself, the one part that felt whole. Dante had become my anchor, my distraction, my love in ways I hadn't anticipated—his vulnerability last night, sharing Evelyn's betrayal, the way he'd held me after, whispering promises into my skin as we moved together on the couch, slow and tender, his hands mapping my body like a cherished territory, thrusting deep with a possessiveness that made me feel seen, wanted, unbreakable. "You're my future," he'd murmured mid-climax, eyes locked on mine, and I'd shattered around him, clinging as if to etch the moment in
His Dirty Little Secret Damn it, Cassidy, pull it together.
Cassidy’s POVThe first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting the bedroom in soft golden hues that danced across the rumpled sheets like fleeting promises. I stirred slowly, my body still humming from the night's emotional whirlwind—the relief of Dante's return from confronting Evelyn, the lingering warmth of our kiss on the couch that had evolved into something deeper, more reaffirming, our bodies entwining in a rhythm that chased away the shadows. His arms were wrapped around me now, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back, his breath warm on my neck, a steady reminder of the sanctuary we'd built in these stolen weeks. For a moment, I let myself sink into it, the safety of his embrace, the way his hand rested possessively on my hip, fingers splayed as if to anchor me there forever, warding off the inevitable. But as consciousness fully returned, so did the weight in my chest, heavy and unyielding, like a stone lodged where my he
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