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Author: Ava
last update publish date: 2026-02-24 00:42:09

Cassidy's POV

He pulled me under the spray with him, the hot water cascading over our bodies like liquid heat, soaking the collar until it gleamed dark and slick against my throat. His mouth crashed onto mine—deep, devouring, tongues sliding wet and filthy as his hands mapped every curve with greedy possession. He cupped my full breasts, thumbs circling my hardened nipples before pinching and rolling them until I gasped into his mouth. “These tits… fuck, Cass, they get even prettier every year
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  • His Dirty Little Secret    The whole terrifyingly real life.

    Cassidy's POVDante hit the ground with me under him, one arm shielding my head as splinters and grit rained down from the shattered floodlight.The world narrowed fast.Gunfire outside.Boots on wet concrete.Men shouting over comms.Rain hammering through the broken roofline like static.I sucked in one breath, sharp with dust, and forced myself not to freeze.“Cassidy.” Dante’s mouth was at my ear, voice low and lethal even through the chaos. “Look at me.”I did.His face was cut in stripes of light and shadow, rainwater and dust marking his skin. Calm. Focused. Furious in the way only very dangerous men ever were.“When I move, you stay on my left. Do not break from me unless Reynolds has you in hand. Understood?”“Yes.”Another shot cracked from the far side of the studio.Dante lifted slightly, drew his weapon, then glanced over the half-built frame toward where Lucas had been standing.Empty.Of course.“Reynolds,” Dante snapped into comms. “Status.”Static, then: “Perimeter br

  • His Dirty Little Secret    Gunshot

    Cassidy's POV The property looked different at night. Harder. Less like a dream and more like a skeleton. Floodlights cut across the rain in white blades, illuminating steel beams, unfinished walls, sheets of wet plastic snapping in the wind. The main structure stood dark and raw against the storm, all angles and shadows and potential. My studio. Our future. Turned into a stage. Dante killed the engine. For one second, neither of us moved. Then he looked at me. “This is the last easy second you get tonight.” I nodded. “Then let’s waste it properly.” His hand came up and framed my jaw, thumb brushing once across my cheekbone. The touch was brief. Intimate. A claim and a goodbye to softness, both. Then we stepped out into the rain. Cold struck instantly. My shoes sank slightly into wet gravel as we crossed toward the main entrance. Two plainclothes guards emerged from the shadows long enough to give Dante the briefest nod before disappearing again. Visible e

  • His Dirty Little Secret    Dressing for War

    Cassidy's POV By six-thirty, I was in the private bathroom attached to Dante’s office, staring at my reflection beneath harsh recessed lighting and trying to decide what armor looked like tonight. My workday blouse was gone, replaced by the black silk shell I kept in a garment bag for evening events that bled straight from the office into the kind of dinners where women were meant to look elegant and men were meant to underestimate them. I paired it with slim black trousers instead of a skirt—practical, clean, impossible to snag if I had to move fast. Minimal jewelry. No visible softness. My hair, usually pinned into a neat knot by this hour, I pulled back into a low, sleek tie at the nape of my neck. Efficient. Controlled. I stood there for a second too long, fingers resting lightly against the hidden collar beneath the silk. A private pulse. A secret anchor. Something that belonged to us no matter who was watching. The bathroom door opened behind me. I didn’t startle. I

  • His Dirty Little Secret    The Hour Before Eight

    Cassidy’s POVThe rest of the afternoon fractured into strategy.Not panic.Not chaos.Something sharper.Controlled violence wearing expensive clothes and speaking in measured tones.Adrian Kessler was taken downstairs to a secure holding room two floors beneath legal, where Reynolds’ people could keep him contained until Dante decided whether he was more useful breathing comfortably or sweating. Lucas’s note was photographed, bagged, analyzed, and then returned to Dante’s inside pocket like it belonged there—like the threat itself had become part of the architecture of his body.The studio sat between us all now.A location.A trap.A wound.A promise.By five o’clock, the executive floor had emptied enough to feel haunted. The storm outside had deepened into something darker, rain striking the windows with a steady, punishing rhythm that blurred the city into ghost-light and steel. The building no longer felt like a headquarters.It felt like a command center.Mia had relocated to

  • His Dirty Little Secret    You’d be exposed.

    Cassidy’s POV I looked up at him over my shoulder, his hand still curled around the back of my chair, his body a solid wall of heat and control behind me.“No.”The word came out sharper than I intended, but not sharp enough to be regret.Dante’s brows lowered slightly. “No?”“If we change everything now, whoever’s feeding him notices immediately.” I turned in the chair so I could face him fully, one hand still resting on the tablet balanced across my lap. “He’s studying patterns, yes—but that means he’s also watching for disruption. If my routine changes too fast, too cleanly, too obviously, then the person giving him access knows we’ve seen the line he’s drawing.”His jaw flexed once.I could see him following it already. The logic. The danger. The necessity.I pushed on before he could answer.“We don’t slam every door at once,” I said. “We let one stay open long enough to see who’s standing behind it.”Across the desk, Mia looked up from her laptop, eyes flicking between us. Reyn

  • His Dirty Little Secret    The First Countermove

    Cassidy's POV An hour later, the office no longer felt frozen. It felt armed. Quietly. Systematically. Security presence increased, but subtly. New faces appeared near the elevator banks in tailored civilian clothes instead of obvious uniforms. Temporary access was paused under the pretense of a routine systems recalibration. Vendor appointments were “rescheduled.” The service corridor Lucas had used was suddenly inaccessible due to a fabricated plumbing issue. No alarms. No spectacle. Just pressure applied inward. From my desk, I built patterns. Mia fed me visitor records. Reynolds’ team sent corridor access logs. IT sent metadata from delivery notifications and internal routing permissions. I lined it all up, stripping away noise until shapes began to emerge. Every move Lucas had made touched one common thread. Not Dante’s calendar. Mine. Flower delivery window aligned with my morning coffee run. The black box appeared in the six-minute interval betwee

  • His Dirty Little Secret    You’re glowing.

    Cassidy’s POVMy legs were still unsteady by the time I climbed the steps to the lecture building.The autumn wind brushed against my flushed skin, but it didn’t cool me. Didn’t calm me. Didn’t erase the memory of Dante’s hands on my thighs, his mouth on my skin, his body inside me in the damn car.

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  • His Dirty Little Secret    Milk every drop out of my cock.

    Cassidy's POV "One more," he demanded, hand reaching around to rub my clit. "Come with me this time." His thrusts were deliberate at first, deep and measured, his cock sliding in and out of me with a slick ease that made my breath hitch every time he bottomed out. From this angle, on my stomach

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  • His Dirty Little Secret    ARRIVAL AT THE PENTHOUSE

    Cassidy’s POV I wasn’t just driving toward Dante’s world. I was driving toward a version of myself I’d never been allowed to be before.The words echoed in my mind as the Aston Martin glided into the underground garage of his tower, the engine’s growl softening to a satisfied rumble before cutting

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  • His Dirty Little Secret    Imagining my cock inside you.

    Cassidy’s POV "Home sweet home," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine. He released my hand to flick on a dim light, casting warm shadows across the room. Then he turned to me, eyes darkening as they raked over my body—from the simple sundress clinging to my curv

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