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His Dirty Little Secret Too sensitive
Cassidy’s POV “Dante—please—too sensitive—gonna come—”The words tore from my throat in a desperate, broken plea, but Dante only growled against my soaked folds like a man starved, his tongue flattening harder against my swollen clit, sucking the throbbing bud between his lips with that perfect, merciless rhythm he knew would unravel me. Three thick fingers pumped deeper inside me, curling ruthlessly against that devastating spot that made white-hot sparks explode behind my eyelids. The hot water pounded over us like a second heartbeat, sluicing down my breasts, my belly, the collar, turning every nerve ending slick and molten and alive. My knees buckled completely; only his strong forearm banded around my thigh kept me from collapsing as the orgasm ripped through me—violent, endless, pulling a raw, shattered scream from my chest that echoed off the marble walls and glass.“Dante—fuck—yes—Daddy—!”I squirted hard against his mouth in hot, pulsing gushes that mixed with the shower spr
His Dirty Little Secret Dante—please—too sensitive—gonna come!
Cassidy’s POV The night air wrapped around us like a cashmere blanket, cool enough to raise goosebumps along my arms but never cold—not here, not anymore. The lake stretched out below the terrace like liquid obsidian, reflecting the rising moon in silver ripples that whispered against the shore in the same steady rhythm as Dante’s heartbeat under my ear. Pines sighed in the breeze, carrying the clean scent of resin and night-blooming jasmine from the garden we’d planted together the spring Lila turned two. Stars pricked the velvet sky overhead, scattered like the tiny diamonds Dante had once surprised me with on our first anniversary—set into the inner band of my collar where only we could see them.Lila was a warm, trusting weight between us, her small body curled into the curve of my side, thumb tucked loosely in her mouth, one sticky hand still resting possessively over the silver buckle at my throat. Her breathing had evened out into the soft, trusting sighs of deep sleep, the ki
His Dirty Little Secret Executive secretary suits me just fine.
Cassidy's POV He smirked, loosening his tie slightly as he sank into the leather chair behind his massive obsidian desk. “What would I do without you, Mrs. Blackwood?” I lingered in the doorway a second longer, letting the morning light catch the polished silver buckle of my collar where it rested just above the neckline of my cream blouse. The weight of it—familiar, chosen, cherished—grounded me the way it always did when the corporate world pressed in. Five years ago, the mere thought of stepping into a place like this would have sent me spiraling into memories of cold kitchens and sharper words. Now? I stood taller. “You’d survive,” I said, voice light but threaded with the truth we both knew. “But the calendars would be chaos, the investors would revolt, and you’d probably forget to eat lunch again. Good thing I’m here to keep the empire—and its emperor—on track.” His dark eyes warmed, the kind of look that still made my pulse skip even after all this time. “Emperor, huh? Car
His Dirty Little Secret Mommy! Daddy! I’m late!
Cassidy’s POV Morning arrived softly.Not in a rush. Not in chaos. Not with dread.But gently — like a promise kept after years of broken ones.Pale gold sunlight slipped through the sheer linen curtains we’d chosen together last spring, brushing over my closed eyelids, warming my skin in slow, lazy strokes. The distant sound of water lapping against the private lake carried through the open balcony doors, accompanied by the faint rustle of pine needles in the morning breeze. Somewhere far below in the garden, birds sang their morning greetings — clear, bright notes that once would have felt mocking but now sounded like celebration.For a moment, I stayed perfectly still, suspended between sleep and wakefulness, absorbing the rare, precious calm. My body still hummed with the memory of last night: the way Dante had held me like I was both fragile and unbreakable, the quiet words he’d whispered against my skin when the old nightmares tried to creep in. No more waking up gasping, clutc
His Dirty Little Secret Hold it for me.
Cassidy's POV He snarled, the sound primal and possessive, and slid into me in one deep, brutal thrust—stretching me open wide, filling me completely to the hilt, his cum from last night making everything slick and filthy as he bottomed out with a low, guttural groan that matched my sharp cry. We both stilled for a heartbeat, savoring the perfect fit, my walls clenching greedily around him like they never wanted to let go.“Like this, baby?” he rasped, starting a hard, punishing rhythm from the very first stroke—hips snapping deep and relentless, balls slapping wetly against my ass, the thick head of his cock hitting that spot with every drive that made stars burst behind my eyes and fresh tears spill down my temples. His hand fisted the collar immediately, tugging hard enough to arch my neck back, the leather biting deliciously into my skin as he used it like a handle to pull me into each thrust, controlling my body completely. “Feel me owning you one more time before we walk out th
His Dirty Little Secret My good girl.
Cassidy’s POVMorning light filtered soft and golden through the gauzy curtains of our lakeside bedroom, painting the rumpled duvet in warm hues that felt like a gentle promise from the universe. I woke slowly, every inch of my body deliciously sore in the best way—the deep, satisfied ache between my thighs from how thoroughly Dante had filled me last night, the faint bruises blooming on my hips from his possessive grip, my nipples still tender and peaked from his mouth and hands. His cum was still inside me, warm and thick, shifting with every small movement and leaking slowly down my thighs in sticky rivulets that made me clench involuntarily even now, fresh arousal flickering back to life despite the exhaustion. The collar sat warm and familiar against my throat, leather softened by years of his touch and sweat, the silver buckle a cool point of pressure that grounded me instantly. No more hiding it. It was part of me now—openly, proudly, *mine*.Dante was already awake beside me,
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