6. Going Wild

Earlier today, she was on the streets in search of a job, trying to save her marriage, but tonight, she was comfortably sitting in a stranger’s car, on her way to have fun. Life was indeed a mystery.

Throughout the journey home, her insides tingled with the anticipation of what was to come, and she couldn’t wait for all of it. Tonight, she would throw away the mask she had worn for too long and let herself absorb real pleasure to the apogee.

They arrived at a massive iron gate, which slid open on its own as it recognized Cassian’s car. 

“Stay in there, I’ll get the door for you,” Cassian told her as he got out of the car and headed towards the door.

Her eyes followed his swift movements towards her side of the door. He seemed like a well-trained man. Too early to conclude, but he was nothing like her ex-husband, whose mother had refused to properly train.

The moment she stepped out, her insides burned with intense desire. She had no time to survey her surroundings, to take note of landmarks, should something go wrong in there. All she noticed as she followed Cassian’s lead into the mansion was a water fountain and tall ceiling-to-floor windows.

He slowed his strides as he opened the door to the living room. His eyes flickered with something unreadable. 

This was their final destination. The boundary he never crossed for the women he brought to his house—the sex never went beyond the couch in his living room. He had never had a woman in his bed, and Marina would not be the first to start with.

Under the bright white glow of the chandeliers, he took in her full features for the first time since they met. She was a few inches shorter. The waist of her little black dress was cinched, accentuating her curvy silhouette. Her long dark curls framed her shoulders, and her eyes—those brown orbs—pulled him in.

“Sit, I’ll get you a drink.” He offered, but she cut him off. He turned back to look at her, arching a brow.

“Let’s get straight to business, Mr. Cassian.” She wasn’t the type to lead a man, but this time, it came so easily. She could act silly without getting shy. Perhaps it was because she knew she wouldn’t see him again after tonight. “The reason we are here.” She stood before him, boldly holding his gaze.

Cassian glimpsed the lust that shimmered in her innocent eyes. There was something more than mere need. Something darker that he couldn’t fathom.

“And please, don’t take me gently.” She must have lost her senses to demand this from a man she just met, but she went on. “You need to get your mind off worries. So, make me scream. Make me beg. Go all in the way.”

Her desperation intrigued him. He always made the decisions on how he wanted to have a woman. Marina was different. That alone piqued his interest.

“Stay here, I’ll get condoms.”

She dragged his arms, stopping him again. Her eyes, heavy with desire, burned into his—heated and calculating. As she held onto him with trembling hands, a wave of shyness spread through her, but she quickly pushed it away.

She wanted sex without protection. She couldn’t get pregnant, but STIs? She had none. An instinct she shouldn’t trust whispered to her that Cassian was clean, too. Why deny herself of raw sweetness when that was what she craved?

“I’m clean, and I guess you are too. There would be no need for protection. You can take me raw. Actually, that’s what I want.” After being starved in her marriage for months, she tried not to blame this burning desire on desperation.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

“Sure.” She nodded firmly, her eyes still on him, expecting a protest.

She slowly pulled her dress off her neck, revealing her petite body in a matching cotton bra and panties. Her cheeks flushed when she caught his sharp eyes assessing her. She wondered if he liked what he saw. She would have gotten a pair of sexy underwear if she had known she would be sleeping with a man tonight.

She peeled the fabric off her body, standing naked in front of him, quietly offering her body to him.

He let his eyes sweep over her slowly, taking in every detail. She was beautiful. Effortlessly. The whole of her body. She completely arrested him with irresistible force. If he had doubted this arrangement before now, that doubt was gone now. He wanted her.

Closing the distance between them, he pulled her gently into his chest, his hands settled around her, cupping her face.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered before capturing her lips in a hard kiss.

A soft sound slipped from her as he traced her lips with his mouth. She slid her arms around his neck instinctively, pulling herself closer to him, deepening the kiss.

“Take me now,” she whispered against his mouth.

He lowered her onto the couch, stepping aside for a moment. His attention remained on her as he eased his slacks off his waist. He didn’t know why she had asked him to go hard on her tonight, but he didn’t want to. This woman right here deserved some respect, and he wanted to give that to her.

Her breath caught when she saw the erection between his legs as he pulled down his shorts. Hard. Slick. Ready for her.

Her body trembled as he approached with slow steps, slamming his lips on hers again. He climbed over her. His fingers found her center, sliding in to circle her bud with precision, stroking intentional spots that made her mouth fall and open with soft gasps.

“Please,” her moans grew louder with each movement of his fingers curling inside her. “Please.”

He kissed her again, straddling her. Their bodies fully connected, his member pressing against her heat.

“Are you ready?” His voice carried a gentle warmth that made her core throb.

“Yes.”