บททั้งหมดของ A Secret Affair With My Best Friend's Uncle : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Cassandra’s POVA soft groan escaped my lips as I stretched lazily on the plush bed, a smile of satisfaction curling across my face. That sleep was the best I’d had since my breakup with Nicholas.“Such a splendid morning,” I breathed as my eyes fluttered open. I looked around the room, it looked like something out of a royal suite. The décor screamed luxury, and I couldn’t help wondering how much it cost for a single night.“The beddings are so soft,” I giggled, jumping up and down like a child. The pillows were like clouds. I couldn’t help thinking how perfect they would be to bury my head in… while getting pounded from behind.“Oh my goodness, Cassandra, you slut! How could you think of that?” I scolded myself out loud, but I knew exactly who to blame for this corruption..him.It was as if a part of me I’d locked away for years had broken free. Lately, my thoughts had become bolder, filthier. And honestly? Even if I hadn’t discovered he was Mira’s uncle, I probably would’ve slept w

Cassandra’s POV “Get the fuck off?” he repeated, snapping me out of my thoughts. I blinked quickly, flustered. “No, I just meant that I have someone over and..” I started, but before I could finish, he had already stepped inside.Why did men always think they could barge into my space without permission?“You’ve got a nice place,” Dante said, glancing around. “A little messy, but still nice.” His gaze fell to my heels on the floor, and I scrambled to pick them up, tossing them aside in embarrassment.When I turned back to him, I caught the look in his eyes dark, intense, and filled with something that made my stomach twist. Desire. The same look he’d given me that morning at the resort. My face grew hot under it, my heartbeat unsteady.“Ms. Monroe,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, “do you always step out of the shower looking this…” He didn’t finish, but the way his eyes lingered said the rest.He dropped his jacket on the counter and began to move closer. Every sensible thought

Dante’s POV I ignored the noise of the city as I buried myself in work, scanning through projects after projects. I had neglected my responsibilities for too long, and now the backlog mocked me, forcing me to drown myself in files, figures, and reports. My office was silent except for the hum of the air conditioner—until a notification popped up on my phone, freezing my hand mid-motion.I picked it up lazily, expecting another business alert. But the moment I saw the name, the edges of my mouth curved. Someone I followed had just posted something new—and there was only one person I followed.Cassandra.“Well,” I murmured, leaning back in my chair. “Let’s see what you’re up to, Ms. Monroe.”The screen lit up with her photo, and my composure cracked. She wore a fitted white shirt that clung to her curves and a short skirt that barely brushed her thighs. Heat flushed through me instantly, vivid and uninvited.My imagination betrayed me—I saw myself pulling her close, lifting that skirt,

Cassandra’s POVThe swimming pool suddenly felt hot as Mr. Blackwell wrapped my legs around his torso, groping my soft ass and pressing it roughly against his palms, earning a soft moan from me.I didn’t care that this was an open space, where someone could barge in and find me in a compromising position with my friend’s uncle. I didn’t care at all.I never cared about anything whenever I was with this man. My boundaries, my walls, my rules, they all crumbled with just a smile from him, and that smile alone could have me begging him to fuck me instead.“Goodness, I want to bury myself in you badly,” he whispered, tugging my panties, and the sensation made me shiver.“Don’t do this,” I begged as he slammed me deeper into the water, his body wedged tightly between my thighs. I could tell exactly what he wanted.The thing I had craved all week.“Don’t lie to yourself, kitten. You know you want this,” he rasped before crashing his lips against mine, and I reciprocated with the same desper

Dante's POV My eyes burned through the thin shirt she was wearing as I traced the outline of her curves, the transparent fabric glowing beneath the chandelier.My gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts, the soft rise beneath the sheer fabric, before traveling down to her mid-thighs, and my thoughts ran wild. I imagined what it would feel like to have her trembling under my touch, imagined the way she would react if I explored every inch of her the way I wanted to.Fuck. I was painfully hard just from the thought, but after what happened tonight, the last thing I wanted was to overwhelm her.“Are you checking me out?” she asked, swirling her auburn hair to the side and showing off the delicate line of her collarbone. I swallowed a growl. “I think you are. You’re practically ready to explode for me,” she teased, pointing at the obvious strain pressing against the towel at my waist.Damn it.“Sorry, I just…” I tried to explain, but she cut me off. “Are you actually this big?” she ask