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Cassandra's fingers clawed at Caspian's bare back every time the man above her moved with passionate intensity. She could feel Caspian's tanned skin sweat under her touch, and she was sure that her hoof scratches would leave a mark.

Pain radiated through her private parts as he entered without foreplay, leaving her breathless. As a quarter of her consciousness returned, Cassandra found herself caught up in feelings of regret for the nonsense she had spoken. However, her decision to proceed was deeply rooted in her soul. There was no going back-they were both striving for the fulfillment they craved.

“Look at me, Cass,” Caspian whispered softly into Cassandra's ear as his hand wiped away the sweat that was running down her forehead.

Cassandra, who had closed her eyes earlier due to the pain, finally opened them. She found concern in Caspian's dark eyes.

“We can stop the game right here if your body can't handle my presence,” Caspian said, his tone fading as if he were eager to stop everything for Cassandra's comfort. However, Cassandra's legs held Caspian's body, pointing out that she didn't want to part so easily.

“A real man doesn't go back on his word, does he? Prove that you're more manly than your son of a bitch!” Cassandra shouted with a fiery challenge.

Caspian's broad chest quivered with his rapid breathing, and one hand gripped Cassandra's jaw gently but firmly. “Stick out your tongue!”

Cassandra stuck out her tongue, confidently obeying the command, allowing Caspian to scoop her tongue up as if it were sweet candy. At that moment, she felt a very intimate feeling — an unspoken trust between them. Cassandra's fingers moved to Caspian's dark hair, gently squeezing it as she held back her suppressed sigh.

The initial nagging pain slowly turned into a pleasure she could not express in words. Caspian's every movement now swept the pain away and replaced it with waves of intoxicating euphoria. The moans of pain turned into increasingly loud sighs as the rhythm of their bodies merged on the sofa.

***

Cassandra awoke on a messy mattress, pain radiating throughout her body, especially in her intimate areas.

In the distance, she heard the sound of water gurgling from the bathroom, reminding her that Caspian was still nearby. Her heart raced as memories of their heated activities last night flashed through her mind. Her cheeks flushed as she recalled intimate details she wasn't supposed to remember, but were so difficult to forget.

Her clear eyes scanned the all-white room around her. The clean, soft walls contrasted with the chaos in her head. 

Cassandra vividly remembered that this was where a billionaire, with the image of a good father, had spent the night with her. She couldn't believe that Caspian, a man who people knew had a reputation in the business world, had a dark side behind his elegance.

The bathroom door opened, and her gaze immediately fell on him as he stepped out shirtless. Water dripped softly from his broad chest and flowed down the muscles of his abdomen, creating a sight that mesmerized her. Instantly, a sense of awe coursed through her veins.

“Are you satisfied looking at me?” asked Caspian, his voice breaking the silence with a seductive tone.

Cassandra pretended to avert her gaze, cursing her attitude for not being able to hide her admiration for the grown man's body.

“Can you walk yourself to the bathroom?” Caspian continued, giving her a profound look that made Cassandra's cheeks blush even more.

Cassandra just shook her head and pulled the blanket over her chest, which was covered in kiss marks. Her body felt crushed; just moving was difficult, let alone going to the bathroom.

With a confident smile, Caspian approached the bed and without hesitation carried a completely naked Cassandra to the bathroom. 

Cassandra was surprised, but immediately wrapped her arms around Caspian's neck. Her heart was pounding, both fascinated and apprehensive at their recent closeness.

Arriving in the bathroom, she saw that Caspian had prepared warm water that was scented with roses. And for a moment, she felt like a princess.

“Call me if you need anything,” Caspian said quietly, then left Cassandra after sitting her in the tub.

Cassandra could only stare at Caspian's departure with a mixed expression. As her eyes traveled down his broad back, she saw her fingernail marks, which looked quite deep.

***

As Cassandra stepped out of the shower, the scent of rose soap filled the room. In the soft morning light, she found Caspian already preparing a change of clothes for her. The man was dressed in a black office suit that wrapped around his tall, muscular body and made a strong impression.

Caspian was watching Cassandra closely, noting her awkward movements. She was trying to act normal, as if the man's presence didn't affect her. Boldly, she removed her bathrobe and threw it on the bed without shame. After all, Caspian had seen her naked last night.

Cassandra began to pull on her panties, unaware that Caspian was staring at her ass with a passionate gaze. If he hadn't remembered that they had made love into the morning last night, Caspian might have fucked her again.

“You haven't answered my question from last night. What is going on between you and my son?” Caspian asked. He studied Cassandra's expression, which looked angry.

“Alaric is having an affair with Selene, my best friend. I caught them making love in your asshole son's apartment.” The words came out with great emotion as Cassandra stepped closer to him.

“I guess you wanted revenge by using me to hurt Alaric; that's why you teased me last night.” Caspian grinned faintly, pleased to see the surprise on Cassandra's beautiful face. “Your tactics are obvious. Tease and fan the flames of revenge.”

Cassandra nodded resignedly, feeling the helplessness crush her. “I'm sorry, Uncle Caspian. I'm at a loss as to how to repay Alaric's mistreatment.” There was sadness in her voice, showing the depth of the wound she had suffered.

Caspian lifted Cassandra's chin, forcing her to look up at him. Their faces were so close that even the slightest movement could bring their lips together. “To hell with Alaric. I am willing to be the tool of your revenge. In fact, I'm happy to feel the body of my son's lover.” Slowly, Caspian stuck out his tongue and teasingly licked Cassandra's lips.

“It was shocking to witness a respected father using his son’s partner for his own advantage. How many layers do I not know about you?” Her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to delve deeper into the mysterious figure standing before her.

“If you want to know who I really am, then stand by my side. Alaric's attitude is wrong, and I'm on your side, Cass.” Caspian kissed Cassandra's forehead gently, then wrapped his arms around her in a hug that was so possessive.

Cassandra wrapped her arms around Caspian's neck, feeling the warmth behind the embrace. “Thank you, Uncle Caspian.”

“The term 'daddy' sounds sexy coming out of your little lips,” Caspian said, flanking Cassandra's jaw with a seductive look.

With a mischievous smile, Cassandra replied, “Whatever you say, Daddy.”