Semua Bab Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Cassandra’s POV Alaric didn't give me time to think or pull away. His fingers closed around mine, firmly guiding my hand up and down his length in slow strokes. Things escalated fine. The robe had fallen open completely now, exposing the thick ridge between his legs, completely dark and already leaking at the tip begging for attention. Faint purple bruises from last night's teeth and nails bloomed across his chest and hips, a map of where I'd marked him, and the sight made my throat tighten even as heat pooled low in my belly. He leaned back against the couch cushions, thighs spread wide, one arm hooked around my waist to keep me anchored on his lap. The heat of his length pressed against my palm each stroke burned my skin while he hissed. His head fell back and a rough groan slipped out of his lips. His palm was over his face but I could see his flushed neck. "I don't think you should be doing this dry.." I complained, but still thrust him. He hissed irri

Cassandra’s POV "You look lovely in that dress but I'd rather see you in nothing. " My face was so hot, I was scared my cheeks might explode.. I managed to force a glare, but it had absolutely no fire in it and looked comical in a way that made Alaric almost chuckle. A smirk curled at the corner of my lips. "It's not like you are going to peel it off me now. We have an important event." I teased him, although I couldn’t stop the fuzzy feeling in my stomach from the way he was staring at me, as if he was actually taking it off now. "The longer I stare the more tempting the thought is Sunshine. I hate that others have to see you like this... having a pretty wife is a lot of work." Alaric said begrudgingly his gaze remained intense. It felt like a joke but his gaze said otherwise. I swallowed, trying to ignore how my pulse jumped at the way he said "my wife" like it was a fact he enjoyed reminding both of us. "You can't do that, we have a guest waiting

Alaric’s POVThe room was quiet except for the faint hum of the AC system. The soft glow from the bedside lamp lit the space, casting warm shadows across the bed. Her face was partly hidden by the shadows.I kept my focus on Cassandra’s ankle, carefully spreading the ointment over the swollen skin. The red mark along her ankle stood out sharply against her fair complexion, and I could still feel the slight tremor in her leg from when I first touched it. She was biting down the pain. My fingers moved slowly, massaging the ointment in gentle circles to reduce the pain as much as I could. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her more.I could feel her gaze on me. She was lost in her thoughts. It had been a while now and she hadn't blinked once. I did not need to look up to know she was watching me. The air between us had grown strangely heavy with tension.I finally glanced up briefly, and our eyes met. Her hazel eyes were staring at me with an expression I could not read. Cass

Cassandra’s POVMy throat felt dry like a desert. A muffled groan rang out as my eyes struggled to open. The dim room was what welcomed me. I stretched my hand to the side of the bed. It was empty. That was not surprising.I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. His cologne clung to the sheets. Just breathing it in made a knot loosen in my chest. I hugged the pillow, then rolled over to stare at the ceiling as if it would give me some type of comfort.For a moment I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling while my mind tried to catch up with everything that had happened. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting faint shadows across the walls. Outside the windows the night had already settled in, dark and quiet.It took a moment for my thoughts to fall into place. I was in our bedroom and I had fainted earlier. The events at the gate rushed back all at once, crashing through my thoughts without warning. The woman who looked like Natasha and the boy. If

Cassandra’s POV"You must be Cassandra..Can I have a word with you?" The moment I saw her clearly, my feet turned cold.Natasha stood at the ivory gate as if she had been waiting there for a long time. Her posture was calm, almost polite, but there was something in her eyes that made my chest tighten.For a brief moment, my instinct was to turn around and walk straight back to the car. I did not want to deal with this. I had barely slept, my head was still aching, and the last person I wanted to see standing outside my workplace was her.But I forced myself to stay where I was. I refused to let Natasha affect me like that.Taking a slow breath, I continued walking forward as if she were nothing more than a stranger standing near the entrance. The snow crunched softly beneath my boots as I approached. When I reached her, I only gave her a brief glance before trying to walk past her.“We have nothing to talk about,” I said coldly, barely sparing her a glance. I had barely taken two st