You’re addictive.

Cassidy's POV

He groaned, his head falling back, eyes closing in bliss. “Fuck, Cassidy—your hand feels like heaven. So good.”

But he didn’t let me savor the control for long. With a feral growl, he spun me around, bending me over the desk, my ass up and exposed to him. The cool wood pressed against my overheated skin, a stark contrast that made me shiver. “I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.” I heard the crinkle of foil—a condom, thank God, even in this haze of lust—then he was thrusting in, filling me completely in one powerful stroke. We both moaned, the stretch exquisite, my walls clenching around him.

He set a brutal pace, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto him with every thrust. “So tight. Made for my cock, princess.” One hand snaked around to rub my clit in tight circles, the other tangled in my hair, tugging my head back for a messy, passionate kiss over my shoulder.

“Harder,” I begged, pushing back to meet him, the slap of our skin echoing in the room like a symphony of sin. He obliged, pounding deeper, angling his hips to hit that magical spot over and over. Sweat slicked our bodies, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Mine,” he growled, his free hand moving to pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The added sensation sent me tumbling over the edge again, my pussy clenching around him like a vice as I cried out. He followed seconds later, his thrusts erratic, spilling into the condom with a primal roar.

We collapsed onto the desk, panting and spent, his arms wrapping around me protectively. “You’re addictive,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

I laughed weakly, my body still humming. “Ditto.”

But reality, that cruel intruder, buzzed in—his phone vibrating insistently on the desk. He groaned, reaching for it with reluctance. “What now?”

A woman’s voice came through, crisp and professional: “Mr. Dante, it’s Elena, your secretary. The board meeting’s at 9 AM sharp. Investors are already arriving. Shall I stall?”

Dante cursed under his breath, glancing at the clock—8:45. “Fuck. Give me ten. And clear my afternoon—no interruptions.”

He hung up, pulling me close for one last lingering kiss. “Work calls. Stay here? Order room service, whatever you need. This place is yours now.”

I blinked, still dazed from our encounter. “Yours? Dante, who are you exactly?”

He smirked, dressing quickly but efficiently, his movements graceful even in haste. “CEO of Ashford Enterprises. Deals, mergers, the boring corporate shit. But you? You’re the exciting part.” He kissed me deeply, a promise in every brush of his lips. “Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, I sank into the plush leather chair by the window, the city sprawling out below like a glittering playground. From Jason’s betrayal to this— a luxurious penthouse, mind-blowing passion, a man who saw my fire and fanned it into an inferno. But doubts crept in like shadows: Was this real? Or just another fleeting escape from my messed-up life?

Hours ticked by slowly. I showered in the en-suite marble bathroom, the steam fogging the mirrors as hot water cascaded over my body, washing away the remnants of that seedy motel and the emotional grime of the past. The shower was a sanctuary—multiple heads pulsing water from all angles, scented gels that smelled like luxury. I lingered, letting the heat soothe my sore muscles, my fingers tracing the marks Dante had left on my skin. They tingled under my touch, a reminder of his possession.

Wrapped in a fluffy white robe that felt like a cloud, I wandered back to the living room. I sketched on some hotel stationery I found in a drawer—Dante’s face, his intense eyes, that vulnerable smile he showed only to me. My phone stayed mercifully silent; no more drama from Jason or my judgmental mom. It was pure bliss, this bubble we’d created.

Dante returned at noon, bursting through the door with his tie already loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal those powerful forearms. He looked edible, stressed but energized, his eyes lighting up when they landed on me. “Miss me?” He scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me to the massive couch overlooking the panoramic view of the city.

“Terribly,” I teased, but my body betrayed the truth, heating instantly at his proximity, my nipples pebbling under the robe.

He set me down gently, then knelt between my legs, his hands parting the robe slowly, like unwrapping a gift. The fabric fell open, exposing me to his hungry gaze. “Good. Because I couldn’t focus in that damn meeting—kept thinking of you, spread out for me, moaning my name like a siren.” His voice was rough, laced with need.

His hands parted my thighs wider, his breath hot against my core as he leaned in. “Lunch can wait.” His tongue delved in without preamble, slow and teasing at first, lapping at my folds like I was the sweetest dessert. He took his time, exploring every inch—circling my entrance, flicking my clit lightly, then sucking it gently. Fingers joined the dance, one slipping inside, then two, thrusting in a lazy rhythm that had me squirming.

I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. “Dante... oh God, don’t stop.” He hummed in response, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. He built me up agonizingly slow, alternating between soft licks and firm sucks, his fingers curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside. My hips bucked, chasing more, and he obliged, increasing the pace until I was teetering on the edge. With a final swirl of his tongue, I came fast and hard, gripping his hair as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

But Dante wasn’t done—not by a long shot. He stood, shedding his clothes with urgent efficiency, his cock springing free, already rock-hard and weeping at the tip. “Ride me, princess. Show me how much you want it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I straddled him on the couch, sinking down inch by glorious inch, both of us groaning at the sensation of him filling me completely. No condom this time—reckless, yes, but I was on the pill, and the raw feel of him inside me was intoxicating. My hands braced on his shoulders, I rolled my hips, grinding deep, feeling every ridge and vein.

He thrust up to meet me, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples into hard points. “Faster,” he urged, his voice rough and commanding. I bounced harder, the pace frantic, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoed through the room. The city skyline blurred behind us as his fingers found my clit again, rubbing tight circles that had me seeing stars.

“Come with me,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. We exploded together, his hot seed spilling deep inside me as I clenched around him, milking every drop. I collapsed against his chest, sated and boneless, our hearts pounding in unison.