Chapter 13: I'm sorry, daddy... please…

MARIELLE

"Cassius wants to see you."

Those five words from Enzo felt like a death sentence. He’d intercepted us at the restaurant, his face a mask of iron that told me nothing.

Vera’s plan had worked… Julian and Damian had shown up, and the "accidental" closeness had been captured and sent. But as I walked toward Cassius’s office, the weight of the silence in the hallway made my stomach churn.

Everyone I passed looked away, their faces tense. I glanced at Enzo, but he was a ghost, silent and deadly, as he opened the heavy oak doors.

I stepped inside, and the air immediately felt thin. Cassius was standing behind his desk, looking like he’d just come out of a street brawl. His hair was a mess, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and the top buttons of his shirt were missing, as if he’d ripped them off in a fit of rage.

The door clicked shut behind me. I fidgeted with my fingers, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Y-you asked for me?”

"Who was he?"

His voice wasn't a question..it was a demand. I blinked, trying to maintain my composure. Vera’s plan to make him jealous had worked too well. I was looking at a man who had finally snapped.

"W-who?"

"Don't play with me, princess. It won't be good for you."

Something sparked in me.. a desperate need to know where I stood. "Why do you care? Why are you interfering in my life?"

"And why shouldn't I?" He rounded the desk, his steps slow and predatory.

I backed away instinctively, my head tilting further and further back to keep his gaze as the height difference became a physical wall between us.

"He is a friend," I managed to say.

"Oh, really?" he mocked, pinning me against the cold office wall. The contact of the stone against my bare skin made me shiver. "Then why was he holding you like that?"

"I-it just happened. We weren't paying attention.."

"Oh, I'm sure. You didn't notice him trying to get you fucked?”My face burned with a mix of shame and heat. He was so close now that his chest brushed against mine with every jagged breath he took. He hooked a hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"That's on me," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Whom I want to let inside me."

A low growl erupted from his throat. He slammed his body against mine, trapping me.

His arm snaked around my waist, lifting me until I was on my tiptoes, forced to clutch his shoulders for balance.

"You aren't fucking anyone," he hissed. "Get rid of that motherfucker."

"He's my friend.."

"Friends don't eye-fuck each other. If you don't listen, I'll deal with him myself. And you know I don't mind adding another body to the count."

"You won't touch him!"

His eyes dropped to my neck, narrowing. "Who gave you this necklace?"

My breath hitched. I’d put on the gold locket Julian gave me right before Enzo arrived, knowing Cassius would notice the change. He grabbed the chain, jerking me forward.

"You didn't have this on when you left the mansion."

I looked away, refusing to answer. Suddenly, his hand was around my throat..not enough to stop my breath, but enough to show me who owned it.

"Fucking talk, or I will fill your mouth with my cock and won't leave until you pass out."

"M-my friend," I choked out.

His jaw ticked. A second later, his hand slammed against the wall beside my head, making me jump. He leaned into my ear, his voice a dark, velvet promise.

"So considerate of your friend to get you a necklace. Let's put this to some use, hmm, princess?"

I let out a shriek as he hoisted me up, my legs instinctively locking around his waist. He marched to the desk, swept everything…documents, pens, laptop- off the surface in one violent motion, and slammed me down onto the cold wood.

He stepped between my legs, pushing them wide. I inhaled sharply as his hands gripped my waist.

"Ahh…"

The moan escaped before I could stop it. My body was already betraying me, throbbing with a need I couldn't suppress. He didn't waste time. His hands moved to my blouse, and with a sharp tug, the fabric was gone. I was exposed, my skin flushing crimson as he gripped my breasts, squeezing them with a possessive force.

"Tonight, you'll understand who you truly belong to."

He buried his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin while his bulge rubbed against my aching core. I whimpered, my hands tangling in his messy hair.

"Every inch of you is mine. Only mine."

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could crash his lips onto mine. It was a brutal, hungry kiss. While we were locked together, his hand slid down my skirt, finding the lace of my panties and ripping them away.

He pulled back, staring at my dripping center before his fingers spread me open. I shook at the sensation.

"Don't take your eyes off me while I eat your pussy," he ordered.

I bit my lip, the shame of being on his desk while his employees were just outside warring with the sheer electricity of his touch.

"Understood?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?" He gripped my ass, waiting.

"Yes... daddy."

That was all the permission he needed. He lowered his head and lashed his tongue across my clit.

I arched my back, my head hitting the desk as a loud cry escaped me. I tried to cover my mouth with my hand, but he growled.

"I want to hear you. Remove your hand.”I obeyed, my legs quivering as he devoured me.

His tongue pushed inside me, and I grabbed his hair, my eyes rolling back.

"Too- too much!"

"Daddy's nasty little slut," he murmured against my skin.

He slipped a finger inside me, his movements slow and agonizingly deliberate. I bucked my hips, desperate for him to move faster, to fill the void he’d created. But he pulled away, looking at me with a devilish smirk. He licked his own fingers, making me gulp.

"Apologize," he whispered. "Apologize for letting someone else touch what belongs to daddy."

"I-I'm sorry... d-daddy. I'm sorry for letting him touch me. I am daddy's slut. Please... please fuck me."

I’d never felt so desperate, so thoroughly unraveled. He seemed satisfied, finally picking up the pace. His fingers rammed into me, hitting my sweet spot over and over.

"Fuck! Daddy! I'm cum- ahhh!"

I came hard, my juices coating his hand as my back arched. But he didn't let me rest. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, my tits squashed against the desk and my ass in the air.

He buried his face against me, his tongue finding my entrance again while his fingers probed deep. The pleasure was erratic, overwhelming.

"Fuck, baby, you're leaking so good.”He spread my cheeks, licking away every drop of my release. I was shaking, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps.

"Daddy..."

"It's not over yet, princess. You're getting exactly what you asked for."

"I'm sorry, daddy... please…”