《Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

Cassandra’s POV He ripped my panties and drove right inThe water lapped gently against the boulder at my back while every inch of my skin burned where Alaric touched me. My head went blank as his fingers drove inside me. Two thick digits curled moving with slow, deliberate precision that made my vision blur at the edges. The first thrust had stolen my breath; the second had ripped a broken cry from my throat. Now he was teasing with shallow strokes, teasing the edges, never deep enough, never fast enough, circling that swollen spot inside me without mercy. He wanted me to cry. Alaric let go of my lips, his mouth buried on my neck as he continued the torture enjoying how I trembled at every touch I couldn’t think or speak, I could only feel every movement. How he found my spot and teased me while still pinning my hand.. My folds clenched around him involuntarily, greedy and desperately trying to pull him deeper even as my mind screamed that this was insane i

Cassandra’s POV I was lost in a daze, I didn't expect it to feel this good all I wanted was to get my release. "Alaric." I moaned breathlessly before opening my eyes. Water drops hung on my lashes that's when I saw him watching me in the most vulnerable state ever.My hand froze mid-motion.The showerhead trembled in my grip, warm water still pulsing against my clit in rhythmic waves that made my thighs twitch uncontrollably. Heat flooded my cheeks so fast it felt like my face was on fire.Alaric stood in the doorway. Fully dressed now, in a dark T-shirt and loose PJ trousers, hair still damp and pushed back, arms crossed casually against the frame as he leaned against the door like he’d been there for minutes. Maybe longer.His eyes were locked on me unblinkingly. My heart beat faltered, I wondered how long I have been in here and how long he had been watching. I wanted to hide from the realisation. He probably used another bathroom but why was he back? Wasn't he meant to be sp

Cassandra’s POVI froze at the doorway. This wasn't fucking happening to me. Rhys? What was he doing here?!My brain refused to process it at first. The sunglasses, the casual lean in the chair, the unmistakable lazy arrogance in his posture there was no way I was mistaking him. He was basically the king of the entertainment industry Was he supposed to be part of the pre-shoot? How were Sinclair and Rhys going to survive staying under the same roof for long?Before I could even gather my thoughts...“Cassandra?” Theodore blurted, startled to see me standing there like a statue. I blinked on hearing my name and instinctively I wanted to flee the room but my name froze me in place.Fuck I should have escaped this drama when I had the chance. At the sound of my name, Rhys stiffened then he slowly turned around as if I would disappear if he was faster.. His eyes landed on me, recognition flickered across them followed by surprise and then confusion. He was probably also figuring out w

Cassandra’s POV I had imagined a lot of possibilities but the thought of her being associated with a drug syndicate which was involved with the death of students just hadn't crossed my mind. My thoughts went back to the illegal racing ring. Was Priscilla aware of what she was doing? Or she was just a pawn? My brows furrowed at both possibilities. I was still lost in my thoughts when my phone vibrated again with a message from Rhys. Rhys: Have you gotten it? I sighed at the message. Cassie: I will be there soon I quickly sent a reply then placed the phone into my bag. I would think of Priscilla later as for now I was going to focus on work. I quickly paid for the doughnuts and grabbed them to leave. At the door just before I was about to step out, the waitress's voice rang behind me. "Don't brazenly stare at the shop next time. People might think you work with the police." She casually warned. I glanced over my shoulder and gave her a soft smi

Cassandra’s POV Sinclair slowly turned his face back to me. A red mark bloomed across his cheek, but he didn’t look angry about the slap.He looked… shocked.My palm was still burning.My chest rose and fell rapidly, rage shaking through me so hard I could barely stand still. I had never hit anyone like that before with that much anger behind it. It felt like a slap I owed him for so damn long. I fucking regret not slapping him back then...Sinclair didn’t move. His head was still turned from the impact. His jaw clenched tightly as his cheek slowly reddened where my hand had struck him. For a long second, he just stood there, stunned, like he couldn’t quite believe I had actually done it.“Cassie…” he said softly. The way he called my name with so much emotion made my heart ache. He had no right to stare at me as I hurt him.Emotion flickered across his face in quick, messy flashes. A chaotic mix of confusion, hurt, and anger. Something dangerously close to regret.“Don’t,” I cut in