Semua Bab Bought For His Son; Pleasured By The Don: Bab 31 - Bab 40

CASSANDRA My eyes fluttered open only to snap shut again due to the blinding brightness. My body felt weak, stiff, and unresponsive. I tried to shift when I felt it…cold, metal chains dragging me back.Panic cut through the haze; my eyes flew open as memories of the last twenty-four hours came crashing all at once. I should’ve been in New York by now…but here I was, hands and legs chained—like a prisoner.A tear slipped from my eyes. I was back here again; all my efforts, all my plans, had gone down the drain. I didn’t want to accept it—I couldn't accept that I was stuck here, that I might never escape him. I had no ounce of strength anymore. But I was still me; I just couldn’t stay still and cry helplessly. I moved my body, trying to search around for keys or any metal object, but instead the bed moved. I froze for a second and then pushed myself with more force. It moved again!This was it! If I could get this thing to the door or perhaps the hallway, I could get one of the n

CASSANDRA “Nathan!” I screamed, rushing to his side immediately the guards unlocked me. I wasn’t expecting a warm hug, nor was I expecting a hard push that nearly sent me to the floor. “The fuck are you trying to do?” he snapped, his voice cold. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. His facial expression was anything but welcoming, and I knew he was masking the pain, but I wanted to appreci—“Don’t you have better things to do than stare at me?” His thunderous voice cut through my thoughts. “Get lost. I don’t need your pity.”I swallowed hard; his coldness was eating me deeply. I'd thought we were getting somewhere—at least being civil. “I just wanted to say how grateful I am that…” I trailed off, my eyes catching sight of his bloodstained shirt. Nathan’s back was bleeding, and since he was wearing a white shirt, the stains were very visible…if it didn’t get cleaned and treated, it would get infected. I reached out for his hand, but he jerked it away quickly, his eyes not meeting m

MARCOCassandra walked in slowly, my eyes fixated on her swaying hips as she approached my desk. Without permission, she pulled out the chair and sat across from me. I crossed my arms. “I didn’t ask you to sit. Neither did I invite you in.” No response came at first; she just stared. Something about her felt different…her countenance was unusually calm, and she wasn’t quick to speak. Cassandra leaned in closer, her eyes fixated on mine. “I’m not here to fight, Marco. I just wanted to know, was it my mother?”“And if it is?”“I want to speak with her,” she replied, her voice calm, almost like she was being careful with her words. “You don’t give orders here, remember.”“It’s not an order, it’s a request, Marco.”“And why should I grant your requests?””For goodness sake, Marco,” she breathed out, frustration etched in her tone. “I am literally asking politely. I am putting in effort to be respec—” She didn’t complete the sentence, but it was quite obvious what she meant. A smirk f

CASSANDRAThe sheets were tangled around my legs, my body felt hot even though the air conditioner was on. No matter how many times I changed positions, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him…the heat of Marco’s hands between my thighs, the rough whisper of his breath against my neck. It was like my mind was replaying every detail, every gasped breath, and I found myself wanting more. I knew it was just lust, or perhaps my ovulation messing with me, but I couldn’t help but imagine what could have happened if I hadn’t stopped him. Plenty of scenarios were playing in my mind, one of which was him spreading my legs widely on his table while his mouth did the job. His lips looked soft…perfect. How would it feel against mine? My hands trailed down my body, finding my already throbbing spot. Just a mere thought of what his lips could do to me had me this wet. My hand moved in slow circles over my panties as I fought to stay in check.I could envision him on the bed, s

CASSANDRAMy eyes fluttered open, and I shut them immediately due to the bright light emanating from the window.A loud groan left my lips as I struggled to sit up, clutching my head in pain. It ached so bad, like I had hit the wall multiple times. Did I perhaps get into an accident? I remember going to the bar and then…. Anna, to hell with that bitch! A pained sigh escaped from my lips as I recalled the argument. She had ruined my only chance to freedom, and even though I wanted to understand that she had no choice, I just couldn’t.That was why I drank. I remember taking a few bottles, after which I headed straight to my room and slee—fuck, no! Blood…I saw blood, my eyes roamed around the room scanning it, but…this wasn’t the room I had entered last night. This wasn’t the nightgown I had worn, and just like a gust of wind, it hit me. I saw Marco last night. He was injured, a gunshot I think, but that wasn’t what made my body feel hot all of a sudden. What the fuck did I do?Goo