All Chapters of His Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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You’re testing my patience, Cass.

Cassidy's POV “Leave the pearls your mother gave you,” he said quietly, his eyes meeting mine. There was no anger there, just a quiet intensity.I looked up at him, searching his face. The pearls were a “gift” from her last birthday—real South Sea ones, exorbitantly expensive, but tainted by her lectures on “proper appearances.” “Why?”“I’ll buy you new ones,” he replied, his thumb brushing the inside of my wrist in a soothing circle. “Ones she’s never touched. Ones that are just yours. Ours.”Something cracked open inside my chest—a raw, aching vulnerability. I nodded, leaving the pearls on the dresser without a second glance. They gleamed mockingly in the sunlight, but I felt lighter without them.We worked in charged silence for a while after that. He didn’t help directly—he just watched, the weight of his attention making every movement feel erotic, deliberate. When I bent over to pull a pair of strappy heels from the lower rack of my closet, I heard his sharp inhale behind me, f

ARRIVAL AT THE PENTHOUSE

Cassidy’s POV I wasn’t just driving toward Dante’s world. I was driving toward a version of myself I’d never been allowed to be before.The words echoed in my mind as the Aston Martin glided into the underground garage of his tower, the engine’s growl softening to a satisfied rumble before cutting off entirely. The space was cavernous, dimly lit by sleek LED strips that cast long shadows over rows of luxury vehicles—his collection, I knew, from the few times I’d glimpsed it before. A matte-black Lamborghini, a vintage Porsche, all gleaming like predators in repose. But tonight, everything felt different. Charged. The air hummed with anticipation, thick and electric, as if the building itself knew what was coming.Dante killed the ignition and turned to me, his eyes dark pools in the low light. He didn’t say a word at first—just studied me, like he was memorizing every inch of my face. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint tick of the cooling engine. His hand was still on my

Imagining my cock inside you.

Cassidy’s POV "Home sweet home," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine. He released my hand to flick on a dim light, casting warm shadows across the room. Then he turned to me, eyes darkening as they raked over my body—from the simple sundress clinging to my curves, down to my bare legs, and back up to meet my gaze. "You look like you belong here, Cass. In my space. In my bed." My breath caught. The way he said it wasn't just words; it was a claim, laced with the kind of sinful desire that made my core ache. I'd been fantasizing about this moment since the hallway kiss—his hands on me, his mouth exploring every inch, no holding back. But now that we were here, alone, the reality hit like a wave: raw, intoxicating, forbidden. I stepped closer, my heart pounding. "Show me," I whispered, my voice bolder than I felt. "Show me how much I belong here." His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance, backing me

"Dante... oh fuck, Dante... harder..."

Cassidy's POV "Tell me, Cass—did you think about this? About me touching you like this, fingering your tight little pussy, even when you were pushing me away? Did you touch yourself at night, imagining my cock inside you?""Yes," I admitted, hips bucking into his hand, chasing the pressure. "God, yes. Every night. I'd finger myself, pretending it was you, but it was never enough. I wanted you—your hands, your mouth, your cock stretching me." He rewarded me with more pressure, sliding one finger inside my pussy, then two, curling them just right to hit that spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out filled the room, obscene and erotic. I rode his hand shamelessly, moans spilling from my lips, his name a mantra: "Dante... oh fuck, Dante... harder..." The tension coiled tighter, building toward release, my walls clenching around his digits. But just as I teetered on the edge, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, he with

THE SHOWER AND BEYOND

Cassidy’s POV"God... your ass feels amazing... gripping me so tight..." he groaned. The dual stimulation—his cock in my ass, fingers on my clit—pushed me over again: "I'm coming... fuck!" I shattered, clenching around him, and he followed, pulling out to come on my stomach with a roar. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting, sticky, utterly spent. But as our breaths slowed, his lips found my ear. “That was just the appetizer, Cass. Get ready for the main course.” He scooped me up, carrying me bridal-style inside Dante’s master bathroom, the world narrowed to just us. Steam rose from the rainfall showerhead like a veil, clouding the glass walls and turning the marble space into a hazy sanctuary. We’d stumbled in here after the frenzy on the couch—sweaty, sticky, utterly wrecked in the best way. My legs still trembled from the intensity of it all, and Dante’s chest rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths as he adjusted the water temperature, his back muscles flexing under th

Ride me, Cass

Cassidy's POV “Dante...” I whimpered, my hands in his hair. “Bed. Please.” He stood, wrapping me in a towel before scooping me up again, carrying me to the massive king bed that dominated his bedroom. The sheets were cool against my flushed skin as he laid me down, hovering over me, eyes locked on mine. He tossed the towels aside, his body covering mine, skin on skin. This time, it was different—slower, more deliberate. Missionary, yes, but with a depth that stole my breath. He entered me gradually, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust, to feel every sensation—the stretch, the fullness, the way he throbbed inside me. “Look at me,” he whispered, echoing his words from the hallway last night. I did, our gazes holding as he began to move—deep, rhythmic thrusts that hit every nerve. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, heels digging into his ass. “Dante... oh God,” I moaned, nails digging into his back, leaving red trails. He buried his face in my neck, lips g

Eat up. You'll need your energy.

Cassidy's POV The morning light sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a thief, stealing away the shadows of the night before. I woke slowly, my body a map of delicious aches—marks from Dante's mouth blooming like dark roses on my neck, a faint sting on my ass from his playful slap that had turned into something far more possessive, and the deep, throbbing soreness between my thighs that reminded me of every thrust, every whispered confession. I stretched languidly, feeling the silk sheets tangle around my legs, their cool whisper against my skin a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered from his touch. For a split second, panic flickered—had it all been a dream? The intensity of his body over mine, the way he'd pinned my wrists above my head and driven into me with a rhythm that shattered every inhibition? But then I heard the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen, the rich, intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee wafting in like a lover's invitation, and my heart set

Yes... harder.

Cassidy's POV "Waking up naked in your bed, you cooking for me, your hands on me before I've even had coffee..."He came up behind me in an instant, his body pressing against mine, the hard length of his erection nestling against my backside through the sweatpants. His arousal was evident, thick and insistent, and I arched back into him instinctively, grinding just enough to elicit a deep groan from his throat. "Get used to it," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and ragged as his hands roamed up my sides, under the shirt, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples between his fingers. The sensation shot straight to my core, making me whimper. "Because when those twenty days are up, I'm not giving this up. We'll find a way. I'll fuck you in secret if I have to, but you're mine." One hand stayed on my breast, rolling the sensitive peak until I was moaning softly, while the other dipped lower, sliding between my thighs to find me already wet and ready. His fingers parted my folds

I like taking care of you.

Cassidy's POVThe steam from the shower enveloped us like a secret veil, turning the massive marble bathroom into our own private steam room high above the bustling city. Dante's hand was firm in mine as he led me inside, the glass doors sliding shut behind us with a soft hiss that sealed us away from the world. Water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead, hot and insistent, mirroring the pulse still thrumming through my veins from our kitchen encounter. My legs were jelly, every step a reminder of how thoroughly he'd undone me—twice—before the day had even properly begun. But the ache was sweet, addictive, a badge of the passion we'd unleashed.He turned to me under the spray, water sluicing down his sculpted body, tracing the ridges of his abs, the powerful lines of his thighs. Droplets clung to his lashes, making his blue eyes seem even more piercing as they locked onto mine. "You look wrecked," he said, his voice a low rumble over the patter of water, a smirk playing on his lips.

You’re glowing.

Cassidy’s POVMy legs were still unsteady by the time I climbed the steps to the lecture building.The autumn wind brushed against my flushed skin, but it didn’t cool me. Didn’t calm me. Didn’t erase the memory of Dante’s hands on my thighs, his mouth on my skin, his body inside me in the damn car.Every step reminded me.Every muscle still hummed.Every breath still tasted like him.I tugged my sweater down, even though nothing showed. But I felt… undone. Reconfigured.Marked in a way no one could see—but I could feel everywhere.“Cass!”Maya’s voice sliced through my daze.She jogged across the courtyard, curls bouncing, tote bag swinging like she might topple over under the weight of her textbooks.She stopped in front of me, squinting like she was examining a suspicious specimen under a microscope.“…Okay,” she said slowly. “What happened to you?”I blinked. “What?”“You’re glowing.”I stiffened.“And walking weird. And blushing. And looking like you committed a crime of passion b

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