Novel & Cerita Booktok Cassian

We were one step closer to uncovering the truth, and taking down the real enemy. I quickly finished my tea and got dressed, and made my way to Cassian's room. He was waiting for me, his eyes locked on mine. He quickly threw the book. He was reading on the desk and opened his arms for me to go in for a hug which I didn’t hesitate to do. He kissed me on my forehead and ran a hand across my face, then put me on my cheek, then a kiss on my lip. His lip tasted like strawberry, and I liked it then he made me sit on his things. "What's the latest?" he asked, his voice low. He seemed to have figured that had come to share something very important and useful to him, so his antennae were as sharp and

Cassian said, voice calm, eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing in the universe. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely. The position left me balanced precariously against the shelves, one hand clutching a row of art books for dear life. He looked at me for a long second, spread and trembling in the dim red light, then leaned forward and kissed me there—soft, reverent, right on my clit. I jolted, a strangled sound escaping before I slapped my free hand over my mouth.

"So you're saying your story about going back to the past is true?" I nodded briefly. "And you expect me to believe your words?" he asked again. This time, I answered with a shake of my head. "It's up to you whether you want to believe it or not, Cassian. My only goal here is to finish my mission quickly and find the perpetrator of the outbreak." He fell silent again. I thought he was contemplating our next plan. I remained silent next to Cassian, who was busy with his belongings. He opened a suitcase and took out a worn-out book. After reading it for a while, Cassian handed me the book.

“There’s nothing you can do. I bought you, and I have no intention of letting you go.” “I don’t understand… I’m not someone important; I’m just an ordinary club employee.” Cassian’s laughter echoed through the room. “You keep underestimating yourself, little squirrel.” He set his glass on the side table and walked toward me. I took a step back, my back hitting the locked door. My chest tightened, my breathing quickened as my heart pounded harder in my chest. The heat of his large body enveloped me. Cassian was a very tall man, taller than Liam or my boyfriend, Daniel. His chest was broad, his arms powerfully built, and that tattoo seemed to draw my eyes. I couldn’t look away from the piercin

He turns the book inside the box with two fingers, gives it the kind of look you only give something precious, and nods to men. “Secure him,” he says gesturing to the wolf, “and clear the mess up.” “What about the girl?” the man to his right asks. Cassian slides the book back into its coffin and he looks at me over the edge. His gaze is a claim he hasn’t spoken yet. “Not dead,” he says. “Not yet.” The wolf drags in a ragged breath like it hurts to be alive and his eyes are still on me, fever-bright. He speaks again, voice ruined and reverent.

I squeezed harder, desperate to trap it, to stop the betrayal, but it was useless. The traitorous wetness crept lower, coating my skin, finally trailing down the curve of my knee. I was breaking down piece by piece, my core dripping, my pussy pulsing and waiting. Waiting for the man I hated to return and decide whether I was worthy of being fucked or worthy only of being abandoned and depraved. When the study door finally slid open, Cassian stepped in with his pure black cashmere pyjamas. “To the table, give me only your back…” His command was sharp and stern… I stood and almost stumbled down after kneeling there for long.

Parys explained motioning to Cassian who was writing in my black notebook. "Hey, that's mine," I said, shuffling my chair closer to his when he suddenly pulled the book out of my reach to observe his handy work. A dangerous grin spread across his face and I knew that this wasn't going to be good. "Come on, Cassian," I said in a whiny voice as my chair refused to budge. It was firmly pressed against his. He finally placed the book before me while resting his arm against the back of my chair. I tilted the book towards me as I narrowed my eyes at the small words scribbled on the first page of the book.

“I’m not.” Cassiel’s grip tightened. “You’re still mine. Whole or broken.” Silence fell again. Julian didn’t pull his hand away. But he didn’t squeeze back either. Cassiel didn’t expect him to. Not yet. Cassiel was still seated beside him, quiet, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. Julian cleared his throat. “There’s a book on that shelf.” Cassiel turned. “Which one?” “The red one. Third from the left. Hardcover.”

“You are pathetic. The great Alpha Rowan reduced to this. If you truly love her then fight for her. Stop hiding behind guilt and do something.” Before I could answer, the door opened again. Cassian walked in like he owned the place. Shadows clung to his shoulders and his eyes scanned the destroyed room with amusement. Two of my guards lay unconscious in the hallway behind him. “Nice place,” Cassian said smoothly. “Very… lived in.” I straightened as much as the liquor allowed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Cassian ignored my warriors and walked straight to the table. He picked up Anya’s portrait, studied it for a second, and set it down. “I am looking for Cassandra. She escaped my dunge

“It was a setup.” As he spoke, the laptop screen flickered to life. A face appeared, smiling out at us from the webcam’s glow. It was Cassian. He was sitting in a comfortable leather chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He wasn't at the pier. He was somewhere else. Somewhere comfortable. He looked directly into the camera, his eyes seeming to bore into mine.