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CASSANDRAI heard the door open and close, then his warm hands wrapped around mine, almost too tight.I snuggled in, wanting more closure before asking, “Where did you go?” I waited for a response, but nothing. I turned to him…Holy shit!His eyes were bloodshot. “Marco, are you okay?”Still no response. Our eyes met, and he leaned in, crashing his lips on me as if trying to communicate. I wanted to fight it, wanted to hear what was wrong, but he deepened the kiss, his hands squeezing and pulling me closer to him. I melted in, wrapping my hands around his neck as a groan escaped from his lips. His hands moved with rapid speed, pulling off the loose shirt I had worn, his mouth immediately latching on to one of my breasts with so much intensity. A low moan escaped my lips as he trailed down, leaving wet kisses until he reached my pussy, and without waiting—he sucked. I gasped, spreading my legs wide open and arching my entrance closer for him to devour. “Ma… Marco.”He increase

CASSANDRA Nathan held one of my hands, Marco the other, their eyes locked on mine. Their gazes held different meanings. Marco’s—dark, commanding, and possessive, while Nathan’s was softer, warm, inviting in a way that felt dangerous.And somehow, in that moment, my traitor brain just happened to paint a vivid picture of both of them in bed with me—Nathan’s cock in my mouth while Marco took me hard from behind. I felt a pool of heat between my thighs, aching and unbearable.Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me?“I need air,” I repeated, pulling my hands from their grip as I walked out, not daring to look back.I needed distance…from both of them. Before, I did something unthinkable.My footsteps were hurried. I didn’t stop until I reached the nearest bathroom, slipped in, and slammed the door shut. How did it get this bad? Was it addiction? Lust? My pussy just happened to ache for his cock at every given time. I leaned against the sink, my breathing ragged, my reflection staring

CASSANDRA I almost kissed Nathan that day in the garden.Our lips fell so close that I could feel his breath…but I pulled back at the last second.I told him I needed some time to think, and thankfully, it didn’t ruin what we’d started building. He was still there…caring, sweet, finding excuses to be around me. Perhaps that could be the reason for these dreams? It has been consistent for the past two days, and no matter how many times it repeated, I still found it difficult to believe I wasn’t real. Nathan and Marco inside me…fuck. I let out a frustrated sigh, remembering this was also two days of not hearing a single word from Marco.After that dinner, we never crossed paths. It was like he went dead silent, and all efforts to reach him proved abortive. The guard had repeatedly refused me entrance with the same scripted line: “He wants to be left alone.” But today, I wasn’t taking no for an answer. The same guard had let slip that he would be in the gym this morning. My gaze fli

MARCOThe door creaked open. A figure walked in. Not a man like we had suspected, a woman dressed in a black suited outfit—face masked. I watched like a predator catching his prey as she approached my desk.My hands clenched tightly as she fixed the hearing devices in places I would never have suspected. After that, she sat, flexing my chair before reaching for my monitor—punching the code and deleting her tracks.Only three women had this much access to my office. But my passcode? Not even Dante knew about it.I felt a wave of anger down my spine. I wanted to fast-forward, reach the end quickly. But a part of me wasn’t ready—Devika and Marina had stayed long enough and showed loyalty.Couldn’t say the same for Cassandra. The footage continued playing with no clear image of the person. She finished with my monitor and went through the drawers, selecting some flies.The level of comfort in my office was audacious. Not even scared I may have walked in?She stood up, cleaning her t

CASSANDRAThe maid's words were still ringing in my ears. A part of me wanted to walk away and find answers, but I remained. “Don’t you have something in mind?” Nathan asked.I forced a small smile on my face. “Pasta,” I answered. “With a touch of veggies and protein.”“Let's get to work then, shall we?”I pulled Nathan’s hands off my waist gently as we entered the kitchen. I started steaming the red meat we’d be using while Nathan worked on the onions and vegetables.“You know,” he began, his eyes flickering from the onions to me. “I’ve always wanted to do this with my partner.”“Cooking?”“Yeah. I don’t know about others, but to me, cooking with your partner feels like a very intimate moment.”I swallowed hard. “What makes it intimate? I see it as passion.”“Intimacy and passion go along, wouldn’t you agree?”“I don’t think it applies in the kitchen, but it’s okay to have your opinion about something.”He chuckled slightly. “You remind me so much of her,” his voice was low.“Who?