All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CASSANDRA EMERITUSI stood quietly near the glass corridor of Cassian’s penthouse suite; I didn’t know how now I turned to a squirrel looking for scraps of information from Cassian. HadI not eavesdropped the last time, my father would have voted Cassian out, and that would have bred contempt for me. And I stood there hoping I’d get something else; I heard his voice carried through the space… commanding as he spoke to Jared about finding someone who could expose Romano.My heart tugged.No one knows yet that I have a video—the one that showed Romano leaving the maze that night, just minutes after Chelley had. While I previously planned to send the video to media houses anonymously, it was looking useless after I saw the trending video of Chelley finger-fucking herself at the maze; it was the same video from the night Shera took the video of Romano leaving the maze. It was clear to me that Romano was stalking Chelley, and he must have been the one to take that recording of Chelley h

CASSIAN MORETTI I sat on the low leather bench in the boxing arena dressing room, half naked, my shirt already gone to the pile by my side on the bench. Jared’s hands move on my boxing gloves as he tightens the leather straps until they bite into my wrists. As he does it, Rage hums under my skin, a live thing. Every time I close my eyes I see Chelley’s face… the way she looked when Jared brought her back into the penthouse after my useless half-brother locked her in the HQ, I didn’t know for so long that was the situation; I had only heard that Lucas hit her, and I was ready to beat Lucas to a pulp until he bled… But I was restrained by the situation surrounding Chelley already; it’d only create more trouble for her in the future. They’d run around with the narrative forever that she’s been the one to destroy the brotherly relationship that wasn’t there, especially since Claudia has done a good job to hide Lucas’s dirty linen from the media; he is only known as a philanthropist

CHELLEY MORETTIWhen the boxing ring bell rang, I swallowed my heart beating fast. Cassian had chosen to deal with Lucas Moretti this way, and that made me anticipate it so badly.I wish to see him bleed through his lips for sullying me that way. Goosebumps that felt like disgust grew up on my skin the moment I remembered how he took my breast into his mouth and fumbled me into himself. I gagged, almost vomiting, and the same way rage boiled within me. And then I saw how some of the residents cheered, the light of the arena shifted to the boxing ring, and the ambience felt like a cinema. The referee raised Lucas’s hand, and the arena’s roar thickened. They cheered for him, and it felt like he had already won before it started… but the crowd seemed more interested in the entire sport in general. Lucas turned to the crowd, his lips curling, and my heart did this when his gaze was directed at me specifically, and he did that thing that made bile rise in my throat. He parted his fing

CHELLEY MORETTI“Lay down… The taste of your lips is not enough, I want to taste your softness, I want to eat your pussy. ”Cassian said and my jaw dropped, yes, he said it in his sane mind, and I didn’t know what to respond with, my face flushed red, Cassian wants to give me heads? Does that really work? All my life I’ve only thought only women could give men heads, though I have thought about it, The way I go on my knees to suck Cassian’s dick,I thought of how and what it feels like when Cassian does the same to me, when he goes on his knees and sucks my softness. But I thought I was delusional, I was his slave and something like that could never happen, I am his slave and that there will never be any prospect of that ever happening. But now he is seriously telling me he wants a taste of it?I didn’t know what to respond with and for the first time I saw Cassian smile, not the normal smile of any man, it is a sensual smirk - like a smile. . He rolled me gently across the bed,

CHELLEY MORETTI It was so embarrassing that Jared and that doctor walked in on us that way. Typically, he wouldn't spare a thought for it. In the past, Jared would simply remain in the room while Cassian commanded me to strip to nothing,And me standing before them, utterly naked and exposed. As I dropped to my knees to take his entire length deep inside my throat, he saw me only as his slave, an object for his use. I’ve been conditioned to this treatment; I’ve grown accustomed to the crushing, inherent humiliation.But now, everything about Cassian is shifting. The raw, possessive growl he let loose, ordering them out—that was new. Despite that flicker of protectiveness, the shame still burned a hole in my gut. How could it not? I was being aggressively mounted by a patient who had just been pulled from a coma. It makes a mockery of all my honor… if I had one at all in this Moretti world. This entire situation is undeniably, deeply morally questionable. Yet, it is Cassian. W