All Chapters of His Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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You think she’s soft?

Dante's POV The words stung, dredging up old guilts, but I pushed them down. Ruthless? Yes, in business. But with Cassidy, it was different—vulnerability shared, not weaponized. I thought of her earlier that night, curled on the couch in my shirt, trusting me implicitly even as shadows loomed. “Cassidy knows me—all of me. The breakdowns, the rebuilds. She doesn’t run from the ugly parts; she faces them with me. That’s trust, Evelyn. Something you never grasped. You saw relationships as mergers—assets and liabilities. When I became a liability, you cut losses. But this? Stalking, harassment, attempting corporate sabotage by leaking merger details? That’s not payback; it’s criminal. Mara’s got the full trail: IP addresses bouncing through proxies but leading back to your burner, the PI’s confession naming you as client, even timestamps on the photos matching your location data. It’s ironclad.”She inhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the reality sinking in like a lead

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

Damn it, Cassidy, pull it together.

Cassidy’s POVThe first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting the bedroom in soft golden hues that danced across the rumpled sheets like fleeting promises. I stirred slowly, my body still humming from the night's emotional whirlwind—the relief of Dante's return from confronting Evelyn, the lingering warmth of our kiss on the couch that had evolved into something deeper, more reaffirming, our bodies entwining in a rhythm that chased away the shadows. His arms were wrapped around me now, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back, his breath warm on my neck, a steady reminder of the sanctuary we'd built in these stolen weeks. For a moment, I let myself sink into it, the safety of his embrace, the way his hand rested possessively on my hip, fingers splayed as if to anchor me there forever, warding off the inevitable. But as consciousness fully returned, so did the weight in my chest, heavy and unyielding, like a stone lodged where my he

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

I hate seeing you like this.

Cassidy's POV You're not some fragile girl; you've handled worse—Dad's crash four months ago, the coma that left him a silent shell in that hospital bed; Mom's endless barbs disguised as "advice"; the ethics seminar where I'd poured my soul into arguments about AI audits, drawing on Dante's insights, only to face her dismissal: "Ethics? How quaint. Real success is about winning, not whining." But this? This felt like losing a piece of myself, the one part that felt whole. Dante had become my anchor, my distraction, my love in ways I hadn't anticipated—his vulnerability last night, sharing Evelyn's betrayal, the way he'd held me after, whispering promises into my skin as we moved together on the couch, slow and tender, his hands mapping my body like a cherished territory, thrusting deep with a possessiveness that made me feel seen, wanted, unbreakable. "You're my future," he'd murmured mid-climax, eyes locked on mine, and I'd shattered around him, clinging as if to etch the moment in

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

God, Cass... so beautiful.

Cassidy's POV He rolled us gently, pinning me beneath him, his weight a delicious pressure as he kissed down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below my ear that always made me arch, gasping. "You're everything to me," he murmured against my skin, voice gravelly with want, hands pushing up the shirt to expose me, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked, hard and aching under his touch. I moaned, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him lower as tears dried on my cheeks, replaced by flush. "God, Cass... so beautiful. I love every part of you." His mouth closed over one breast, tongue swirling with deliberate slowness, teeth grazing just enough to send jolts straight to my core, my hips bucking instinctively against his growing hardness. "Don't tease," I begged, the words breathy, my body igniting despite the lingering grief. He chuckled low, the vibration humming through me, before trailing kisses downward, over my quivering stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel with

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

Don't disappoint me.

Cassidy’s POV "Son! Good to have the family back together. Tell us about that merger over dinner." Victor’s voice boomed through the foyer like a thunderclap, his broad hand clapping Dante on the back with that paternal force he always wielded—part affection, part assertion of dominance. "Son! Good to have the family back together. Tell us about that merger over dinner." Dante nodded smoothly, his posture relaxed but his eyes flicking to mine for a split second, a hidden spark in those storm-gray depths that sent a shiver down my spine. He played the part perfectly: the dutiful stepson, casual and composed, as if he hadn’t just spent the morning buried inside me, whispering vows against my skin while I shattered around him. "Sure, Dad. It’s a game-changer—AI optimizing green logistics. We’ll dive in over the roast." His voice was steady, but I caught the subtle flex of his jaw, the way his fingers twitched at his side, as if itching to reach for me. Mom laughed brightly, looping

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

I've been aching for you since dinner.

Cassidy’s POV The clock ticked agonizingly slow, each second stretching like taffy in the oppressive silence of the mansion. I lay curled under the heavy duvet, the fabric cool and silky against my bare skin despite the lingering warmth of the room from the central heating humming faintly in the background. My phone was clutched in my hand like a lifeline, its screen illuminating my tear-streaked face in a soft blue glow. Dante's text stared back at me: "She can’t touch us. Love you—counting minutes to midnight." The words wrapped around my heart, a fragile shield against the storm of emotions churning inside—sadness from Mom's barbed whispers during dinner, the ache of separation after our blissful weeks alone in his apartment, the lingering heat from our morning together, his body claiming mine in ways that still made my thighs clench with involuntary aftershocks. Every muscle in my core remembered him: the way he'd pinned me in the shower, water cascading over us like a veil,

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

I love you

Cassidy's POV "Let me hear you, Cass. Quiet, but for me." He backed me against the oak, the rough bark scraping through the thin fabric of the shirt, a delicious contrast to his smooth, callused hands that knew every inch of me. "Missed your arms too," I confessed between kisses, my fingers fumbling his belt with urgent tugs, the buckle clinking softly in the quiet night like a secret code. The zipper rasped open, and I freed him—hot, thick, velvet steel in my palm, throbbing with need as I stroked slowly from base to tip, thumb swirling over the bead of precum at the head, drawing a guttural moan from his throat. His hips bucked into my hand involuntarily, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Every second without you hurts," I whispered, voice breaking slightly with the raw truth. "Mom's poison tonight... her whispers, her fake smiles. She hates me so much, Dante. But you? You're my antidote. Make me forget her." He captured my lips again, fierce and claiming, his tongue plungi

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

You're soaked, aren't you?

Cassidy’s POV Morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains like an unwelcome intruder, pulling me from a fitful sleep laced with dreams of Dante's hands on my skin, his whispers echoing in the garden's hush. I stretched languidly under the duvet, my body aching in the best ways—thighs tender from being wrapped around him, core still sensitive from our dual releases under the stars, the faint scrape of bark on my back a secret badge hidden beneath his shirt. The scent of us lingered on my skin, a heady mix of sweat, arousal, and earth that made me smile despite the knot of anxiety twisting in my gut. Today was "family bonding" day, as Mom had so cheerfully decreed over dessert last night, her eyes gleaming with that calculated brightness that always spelled trouble for me. Breakfast at 9 sharp, followed by whatever contrived activity she had planned to parade our "perfect" blended family. I groaned softly, burying my face in the pillow, wishing I could text Dante to come

Last Updated : 2026-01-11

can't wait anymore.

Cassidy's POV The "stroll" was torture and tease: Mom leading with Victor, arm in arm, cooing over flowers like they were her latest social conquest, while Dante and I trailed behind, our steps synchronized in a facade of casual sibling distance. The garden looked deceptively innocent in the bright morning sun—fountains sparkling like diamonds under the spray, roses dewy and vibrant, petals unfurling in shades of crimson and pink that reminded me of the flush on my skin last night. Every bush and hedge whispered memories of our midnight rendezvous: the way Dante had pinned me against the oak, his body a wall of heat and muscle, thrusting with a rhythm that had me biting back screams under the stars. The air was crisp, carrying the sweet floral scent mixed with fresh-cut grass, but my mind was elsewhere—on the dampness between my thighs from his earlier teasing at breakfast, the ache building anew with each glance he stole my way."Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Mom called back over h

Last Updated : 2026-01-12

Ride me.

Cassidy's POV The drive to the club was tense, crammed in the back of Victor's luxury SUV, Mom prattling about society gossip while Dante's pinky brushed mine on the seat between us, a secret link that kept the fire simmering. At the club, brunch unfolded on the sun-drenched terrace, overlooking manicured lawns and tennis courts buzzing with activity. Mom networked with her society friends like a pro, air-kissing cheeks and laughing at unfunny jokes, introducing me as "my studious daughter, psychology major at uni, how adorable," her tone dripping with condescension, as if my degree was a cute little pastime rather than my passion. "She's always buried in books," she added with a wink to a Botoxed matron, implying I was antisocial or worse. I forced a polite smile, sipping mimosa, but under the crisp white tablecloth, Dante's foot teased my ankle, inching up my calf with deliberate slowness, his eyes locked on mine across the table during a lull in conversation. Heat pooled low aga

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