Chapter 19: You Are A Jerk

CASSIUS

I watched her, my smirk deepening as her eyes tracked my every movement. The way she looked at me… half-terrified, half-starving… was the most addictive drug I’d ever tasted. I grabbed her ankle, jerking her toward the edge of the bed. She shrieked, falling back against the dark sheets, her low-cut top shifting to reveal even more of that soft, golden skin I wanted to claim with my teeth.

I could already see it… her beneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist, screaming my name as I finally took what belonged to me.

"Daddy," she breathed.

I pushed her legs apart, my finger grazing the satin of her shorts. A dark, wet mark had already formed. She was drowning for me.

"Ahhh…"

She whimpered, the sound airy and desperate as she arched her back. I stripped the satin away, finding her bare underneath. She gasped, covering her face with her palm to hide her burning cheeks. I settled on my knees between her thighs, but before I went further, I pushed my finger into her mouth.

"Suck."

I ordered it, and she followed, her tongue swirling around my finger in a way that made my blood boil. I pulled it out, trailing the moisture down her abdomen, watching her pupils dilate.

"Hold your legs up for daddy."

She obeyed, spreading herself wide. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her jaw as she gripped my neck, her sharp breaths fanning my ear. I slid a finger inside her, and she gasped, her chest pressing against mine as her back left the mattress.

"Cassius"

"I want you," I whispered.

"Your pussy feels so good, wrapped around my finger."

She squeezed me, the wet, squelching sounds filling the room and pushing me toward the edge of my own sanity.

"Daddy.. I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

Her eyes went hazy. I wanted to feel her come on my face, to taste every drop of her. I slid to the floor, kneeling between her legs, and pulled her toward theedge of the bed, burying my face in her heat.

"Daddy!"

She squeaked, her fingers curling into my hair as she grinded against me. She tasted sweet, intoxicating…a meal I wanted to have for the rest of my life. I sucked her juices as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably.

"Cassius?"

A voice from the hallway made her freeze. Her eyes widened, the fear of being caught instantly clashing with the pleasure.

"Someone's coming.."

She tried to scramble away, to hide her nakedness, but I wrapped my arms around her inner thighs and jerked her back into place.

"Cassius.." she warned softly.

I smirked, pinning her back to the mattress and hovering over her, grazing her neck with my lips.

"No one enters my room without my permission... but you."

A sharp knock at the door startled her. She hugged me tightly, trying to cover her breasts.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"Enzo."

Marielle’s face went pale. She knew the stakes.

"I'm coming in," Enzo said.

"I’m with Marielle."

The color drained from her face. I could hear her heart drumming against her ribs, a frantic rhythm of panic. She dug her nails into my back, but I just inhaled her scent, leaning into her ear.

"The fuck, Cassius!" Enzo’s voice came through the wood. "You told me you were not gonna see her anymore."

"I did tell you that," I called back, my eyes locked on Marielle's terrified ones.

"But I am just tryna have sex with her."

The color left her face entirely. I watched as her soul seemed to wither under my words.

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MARIELLE

“I can’t have sex with Serena before marriage because of my reputation,” Cassius’ voice continued, cold and calculating.

“But if it stays in the house...”

My heart didn't just break…it stopped. The air in the room turned to ice. I stared at him, my vision blurring as hot, stinging tears flooded my eyes.

He was only doing this to satisfy his needs? Because he couldn't touch his 'perfect' fiancée in public, I was just a convenient replacement?

He was using me. I was a distraction to keep his reputation clean while he played the honorable groom-to-be.

I looked at him, searching for the man I’d loved for years, but all I saw was a devil with a merciless smirk. The humiliation burned worse than the pleasure ever had.

He leaned in, his eyes dropping to my chest, but before he could touch me again, my hand flew up.

…SLAP….

The sound echoed like a gunshot. "How could you?"

Tears tracked down my cheeks as I shoved him off me with a strength born of pure rage. I scrambled away, pulling the sheets tight around my body to hide from his predatory gaze. I felt used. Filthy.

"You’re a jerk!"

I glared at him, my hands trembling as I grabbed my clothes and dressed with frantic, clumsy movements.

Every sob I tried to swallow only made it harder to breathe.

"You…" I choked on the words. I didn't even know who he was anymore.

"Fuck you," I mumbled.

I didn't look back. I ran for the door and ripped it open, stumbling right into Enzo’s path. I couldn't even look him in the eye. I pushed past him, my face a mask of shame, and raced to my bedroom.

I slammed the door and sank to my knees, burying my face in my hands to muffle the screams. I cried until my throat burned, the realization hitting me with every sob. He didn't love me. He never had.

"How could you, Cassius," I whispered into the empty room.

"I should not have been this shameless with him.”