Cassandra Cain X Reader Novels & Stories

The only thing I do know I want to feel is Cain's thick, veiny cock sliding into my wet ass and pussy. Cain’s eyes met mine after reading it. Something flickered across his face... annoyance, maybe guilt? but he silenced the phone and slid it away. “She’s nothing,” he said fiercely. “She never was.” He rose to his feet again, pressing me back against the stone chimney. His body caged mine while his fingers returned between my legs, stroking through my wetness with agonizing slowness. He circled my clit, dipped inside me, then pulled away right as my hips started chasing his hand.

Christian Caine lives for this feeling, I sit at the top, and the only one that shares my side, is my princess. But just as I am about to put my other foot outside, I have Cassandra pulling me back. With her long locks of hair that dance over her shoulders and her body cover in red silk, she leans into me; this woman still has the ability to render me out of control; she truly has been my undoing. Do I miss my playboy days? Every morning I wake up next to her, I know that I made the right decision, the day I stepped into that shower and took what I knew would be mine one day. And now she has my face cupped in her hands, “Mr. Caine, are you sure you want to do this?”

She came again, shaking, her muffled moans vibrating against my palm as her pussy spasmed around my thick cock. I pulled out, laid on my back, and pulled her on top. “Ride me slow. I want to feel you use me while Brady’s sleeping down the hall.” Cassandra straddled me and sank down slowly, moaning softly as I filled her again. She rolled her hips in deep circles, grinding her clit against me while her breasts swayed above me. I poured more oil on them, watching it drip down her body as I squeezed and played with her nipples. “Fuck, you look so good riding my cock,” I whispered, thrusting up gently to meet her. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Ride me harder, baby… but stay quiet.”

Saxon ran to him, arms open. Ryan collapsed into him. “I thought you were dead.” Saxon held him tight. “Not until you are too.” — 4:32 A.M. The Final Room — Concrete Holding Bay Rena was bleeding, tied to a chair, lip split, hair falling from its clip. Cain stood over her. Gun in hand. Saxon at his side. “I should kill you,” Cain said softly. “You should,” Rena agreed, coughing blood. “But then I become what I promised him I wouldn’t.”

That man did something to her that’s why she looked terrified whenever I mentioned his name to her. “What did you do to her, Carter,” I snarled at him as he started climbing up the bed, his face so close to me as he looked down my lips like a thirsty wolf with that disgusting longing in his eyes. “Does it matter what I did to Kaya?” he whispered in my ear and I felt his breath on my neck repulsively, making me want to push him, if only I wasn’t scared of what he could do to me, “I can’t believe how Alpha Hunter easily gave you up for an army of three hundred. But don’t worry. You will be safe here with me, Cassy. Isn’t it what you want? To be with me?”

If it was any other man, I bet they'd loose their senses before they can count one to two. Casey has the shape and skills to get a man's cock to rise at her command, but... Her stunts can't work on me, no matter how hard she tries. That's because when I look at Cassandra, I always see a copycat, who's trying so hard to shape herself into the woman who came into the life of a dangerous man like myself, and stole my heart in a blink of an eye. Only Anastasia can make my body rise at her own touch. She's the only one who has that right to my heart, my soul, my body... Fuck!

Since he asked, it meant that they had his attention. “It went well,” Hunter responded. Cassandra quickly pulled away and went to sit back in her chair as Hunter continued. “From Cassandra’s confessions to her brother, Caddaric has gone in search of that criminal with the fake name” “Good,” Casper smiled and said but knew there was more and asked. “Anything else?” Hunter looked at Cassandra. She felt uneasy but responded, “You want to talk about Ariana, go ahead. Just pretend that I’m not here.”

I turned and almost choked on my saliva as my eyes met the guy that my eyes met with earlier. “Easy there, chocolate.” he chuckled and placed a hand on my back to hold me. A spark of electricity flew from his hand into my body, making my insides tingle. I swallowed. He took out a card from his breast pocket. “I’m Dorian Cavanaugh.” “Cassandra…” “Cassandra Blackwood.” he finished for me and smiled at me when my eyes flew wide open. “I was at your wedding today.” he explained and I nodded. Just then, the bartender brought our drinks.

She slowly wears it seductively to make Giovanni drool over her. GIOVANNI just gulped because of the way Cindy was wearing her undies? ' Is that the way Cindy always wears her underwear?' It's so seductive yet alluring. She really is a grown woman now. She is not like the innocent naive girl that he met years ago. Now, She is seeing a different version of herself. Giovanni immediately slapped himself because of what he was thinking right now. He knows that thinking about that is a bad thing and he doesn't want to hurt the feelings of Cassandra.

Cain is in only his underwear, steam from the shower fills the room and he looks like he just stepped out of a photo shoot. Broad shoulders, big arms, his torso hard and rigid with muscles. The view of his tanned skin and dark tattoo makes my mouth run dry and I pray I don’t start dry coughing. “Do you want my help?” “What?” I ask confused, I force my gaze back on his face, not sure what it is we are doing. Cain leans in, his face next to mine, “Taking off your clothes.” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath making me shudder.