Novel & Cerita Booktok Cassian

My day had started off bleak, but walking beside this handsome stranger just makes it all feel worth it…if murder is ever truly worth it. My footsteps slow as we approach the exit. “Are you okay?” Axel slows too. Cassian has killed for me. What's to stop him from doing it again? “I just…this is where we part ways, that's all.” I swallow. “Is it? I could drive you home, if that's okay.” “You're too kind, but I'm not even going home.” His head tilts, blue eyes dimming with concern. “Work?” “No. A bookstore.”

MIKEY COLLIN P.O.V “Tell me about this woman,” Matthew ordered. “She must be quite the lay if she brings Mikey Collins to his knees.” Something in me felt a tick when he spoke of her as if she was an easy woman. Cassie isn’t like that. If he wasn’t my best friend, I would have punched this man in the jaw and drag his face against the floor. “Talk about her like she’s an easy woman one more time and I will snap your neck.” I seethed.

The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order. I was willing to take it an extra step. Even Cassian didn't seem to believe what he just heard. He shook his head, bit his lip and then slightly tilted his head as he looked at me. "I must've heard you wrong, because what I heard is that you want to read me a bedtime story,” he commented with his eyes still transfixed on me. "That's exactly what I said,” I responded as I waved the book in the air. “I don't know if you've read this book about the king who had everything he could have wished for, except for a soul,” I added as I showed him the cover.

Luckily, I have good reflexes and I dodged the flying book. “Okay, are you trying to recreate a book from Harry Potter or some shit?” I ask bending and grabbing the book she threw at my head. Staring at the cover, I can’t help but frown as the torso of a naked man appears. “Reading porn?” I ask, placing the book on her bed before I put my hands back in my pockets as her eyes scan my every movement. “Get out of my room Dash,” she says and I shake my head. “Nope, you’re not going to walk away when we are having a conversation and then throw a fucking book at my head and think I will let out be alone,” I let out and she crosses her arms turning around giving me her back.

he shrugged, with a smirk on his face. "You didn't tell me your name" he said with a slight smile on his face, ugh there I go staring again. "Oh, sorry. I'm Cassandra Smith" "Hmmm. Beautiful" he muttered, with a distant look on his face. I don't know if he's referring to me or my name, although I like to think he referred to the latter. I mean I just got back from school looking all tired and sweaty, and it's not like I had time to 'dress up' this morning, In other words I look like a mess.

“Unusual, considering he barely acknowledges anyone who doesn’t hold a million-dollar contract.” Zara’s lips curved faintly. “Maybe he respects good work.” “Or maybe,” Cassian said, turning toward her, “he’s testing how close you’re willing to stand to the fire.” Her chin lifted slightly. “You don’t scare me with metaphors, Cassian. I know where I stand.” He stepped closer, stopping just short of her. “You think you do. But men like Lancaster…” “Men like you,” she interrupted quietly. His gaze sharpened, the silence stretching. “Careful.”

Because the driver who stepped out was breathtaking. Tall, impossibly composed, with dark, dangerously sharp features and eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. His presence alone was enough to make me forget, even momentarily, the jagged shards of pain I carried. I felt my breath catch, heart stuttering, though I knew I should have been trembling for other reasons entirely. I noticed the small, polished tag clipped to his jacket. The name etched neatly in silver caught my eye: Cassian. My breath hitched again. The sound of it caught somewhere in my throat, unformed, mingling with the sobs that still wracked my body.

I turned it. It opened with a smooth, silent motion. I peered out into a small living area. It was just as cozy as the bedroom, with more furs, bookshelves, and a large rug in front of another fireplace. Cassian was sitting in a large leather chair, a book in his hand. He didn't look up when I entered, giving me the space I needed to just exist. I walked to the hearth and sat on the rug, wrapping my arms around my knees. The heat felt good on my face.

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

Cass had by now fished out my cock and stroked it slowly as I looked at the pictures. "These are so well made. That looks so realistic. What is that?" I asked, looking at the facial picture. "It's just soap," Cass answered in a low voice. I then turned my eyes to the caption. Reading it almost made me cum right away. My cock pulsed hard to the rhythm of her agonizing slow strokes. The caption: "Something you will never get to do!" in Cass' cute handwriting no less. I wanted to take my cock from Cass and jerk it like no tomorrow. Seeing these photos and not being able to bust to them was pure torture. Cassandra looked so delicious in all of them.