Addicted To My Ex-Husband's Enemy; His Curvy Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

~ CASSANDRA ~ It’s hard not to stare, even though I’m trying so damn hard not to. It’s fucking hard, and fuck Lyra, because of all times, she chooses this moment to start prancing heavily in my head. Heat pools between my legs without warning. My toes curl. For some stupid, traitorous reason, all I can think about is what happened in that restroom. My pussy clenches at the memory. I swallow hard and force my eyes to the rain sliding down the window, the blurred trees rushing past, the windshield wipers beating a steady rhythm against the downpour. “Where are you taking me?” He drags a hand through his tousled hair, eyes still locked on the road. His jaw stays clenched. “Home. Where you won’t get kicked out while it’s raining.” Embarrassment burns across my cheeks. All that girl-power, I-don’t-need-anyone energy I’d been throwing around has come back to bite me in the ass. He isn’t mocking me outright, but I can hear the faint amusement under his voice. “I wasn’t kic

~ CASSANDRA ~I lose count of the moans ripping out of my throat.Cassian has slowed down now, and somehow that’s worse. He lathers soap between his palms and spreads it over my skin in long, deliberate strokes, slow enough to make me yelp, enough that I have to bite my lip to keep from begging.His hands travel everywhere. They start at my neck, thumbs stroking the sensitive line of my throat. Then they slide down over my breasts, circling the nipples he just bit and sucked until they’re aching all over again. I jerk when he moves lower, soaping the soft curve of my stomach, massaging it like every inch of me deserves to be touched.Then his hands reach my thighs, my eyes slam shut. I grab his wrists, trying to stop him, or maybe trying to pull him closer. I can’t tell anymore.He gently moves my hands away.“Let me finish,” he murmurs, spreading my thighs apart in the warm water. His soapy palms glide down the insides of them, caressing, teasing, getting closer and closer to where I

~ CASSANDRA ~ My neck is wrapped in something incredibly strong, warm, and oddly comforting, and for a few hazy seconds after waking, I have no idea where I am. The softness of the bed feels unfamiliar, nothing like what I can remember, and certainly nothing like my room. I can feel something warm pressed against my back, making it difficult to move, while the slow, rhythmic rise and fall tells me that whatever is behind me isn't an object. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, Cassie. I blink my eyes open and glance down, only to find a muscular arm wrapped securely around my waist, its weight resting comfortably against me as though I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. Cassian. His body is molded against my back, his chest so warm against my shoulders, while his legs are tangled loosely with mine under the duvet, which is tucked securely around us, trapping our shared warmth and leaving only my head and part of my shoulders exposed. I shift slightly, testing the arm around me, but

~ CASSIAN ~“Kill him,” Ariel roars, slamming against the inside of my skull hard enough to make my vision flicker at the edges.“I’m going to kill that fucker. I’ll shred him apart with my own fucking hands. You should have let me kill him when I had the chance.”I grind my teeth and shove him down, but he doesn’t go quietly. He never does mostly when it comes to her. He’s been snarling since the second she flinched, pacing inside my ribs like a caged animal looking for something to tear apart, and honestly, I want to let him off the fucking leash, and drive to wherever the hell Rhett is hiding and give Ariel exactly what he’s demanding.But that would be giving Rhett exactly what he wants.Psychopaths like him are meant to be dealt with carefully, not impulsively, and I refuse to let that bastard manipulate me into destroying everything just because I want to tear him apart.Her full, round face turns toward mine, and she blinks as the fear that had briefly taken over her expression

~ CASSIAN ~ Just as I expected, the council is sitting in my waiting chamber when I step inside. There are six of them in total, four men and two women, and their elderly eyes immediately turn toward me the moment I enter the room. Their expressions are serious enough to tell me that whatever they called me here for had better actually be urgent. Beside the chair closest to mine sits Auntie Emma, my father's second wife and the woman I have always known as my mother, even though we share no blood. My birth mother died giving birth to me, and after that, my father married Emma. She could have treated me like an obligation or reminded me every day that I wasn't her biological son, but she never did. She raised me as though I were her own child and never once made me feel like anything less than her son. She was there for every scraped knee, childish tantrum, reckless decision, and every damn mistake I made growing up. She loved me without conditions, protected me without hesitatio