Cassian Andor X Reader Novels & Stories

He and another guard moved with practised efficiency, unfastening Romano’s bounds and dragging his sobbing, defeated body out of the study. As the door clicked shut, Cassian turned, his eyes—once black with fury—now holding a predatory warmth that settled entirely on me. He walked toward me, slowly closing the distance. When he reached me, he didn’t speak. He simply lifted a finger beneath my chin and pressed his lips softly to the same spot, right on my jawline. My entire body ignited, a sexual current overriding the shock and fear I'd just witnessed. He lifted the glass of bourbon he held, the amber liquid glinting, and held it to my lips. Without a word, I tipped my head back and let him

She tried to focus on the lines of text, but a throbbing ache began to pulse behind her temples. The loopholes in the paperwork were a mess; she felt a surge of gratitude that she at least had Hanover’s capable hands steadying the main corporation. She massaged her temples, her eyes drifting back to Cassian. A twinge of jealousy pricked at her. How is it fair that he looks this orderly even while unconscious? There was no undignified snoring, no messy hair—not even a hint of drool. He was just... perfect. Her gaze traced the dark circles beneath his eyes, and her heart softened. He came all this way, she thought.

I said and went back to being disorganized. For the first time in years, I'd never felt bad about treating Enemies, hacking, and being the No 1 of a particular organization. " I'll look for her myself," I said and stood up from the office to drive home. " Mr Cassian, the car key, I'll drive you home," he said while walking towards me. " I'll drive myself, you can end the day's work," I said but he insisted. " Leave me alone," I said this time harder almost with a growl.

“I know where to find you.” She walked away and Cassian watched until she disappeared around the corner. His wolf became restless. Something was wrong and he could feel it. … That evening, rain fell outside and Nyra sat beside the fireplace. A book rested on her lap, she had not turned a page in almost an hour and every time she tried reading, the traders’ voices returned. “They’re finally close again.” She then shut the book and a knock came at the door. “Come in.” Cassian entered carrying a tray, soup, bread and warm tea.

Chapter 22: Jealous Fire Cassandra’s POV Alexander read the message over my shoulder, his body tensing hard against mine. His hand slid between my legs again, two thick fingers pushing slowly into my cum-filled pussy as he spoke in a dark, low voice. “Text him back,” he said, curling his fingers deep inside me. “Tell him you had fun… but you’re busy for the next few weeks.” I moaned softly, thighs parting wider as his fingers started pumping slowly. My pussy was still overflowing with his cum from earlier. The wet, squelching sounds were loud in the quiet room as I tried to type with shaky fingers.

Cassie couldn’t quite understand or even hear half of everything he was saying, her eyes had glued her whole being to the sight of an angry Aaron, who in Alex’s words, was in his sexiest moment. “You’re drooling again little one” Alex whispers into her ears, chuckling at the end of that obvious statement just to tease her even more “No, I’m not. I’m just trying not to interfere” Cassie lies, wondering where that excuse even came from “Can it be called lying when you’re a great author?” Alex calmly asks, sipping his coffee

“Do you keep track?” Cassia bit her lower lip, looking for a suitable response. “I… I read it somewhere.” It was a lie. Dorian barked a laugh. “Since when do you read anything other than your smut? Besides, Kael makes a fortune off mystery. He doesn’t even do interviews and he makes the critics foam at the mouth.” Kael didn’t reply immediately, instead he reached for the breadbasket and slid it toward Cassia, his fingers brushing hers for a second too long. “I never knew you kept tabs, brother.”

“Being with a couple at once is even better.” “Very true, Vasili.” I chuckled. “Stop trying to entice the tracker, Miss Coto.” Gunderson ordered. “Please, call me Madison.” I smiled warmly. “Let’s get going. I want to get home. I forgot to feed this morning and my queen isn’t able to feed me enough through this minimal contact.” Anders said.

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.

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)