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

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

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

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

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

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.