Cassian Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

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.

I smiled politely, but my mind was fixed solely on the money. To secure that $30-million deal, I worked through countless late nights, endured rejection after rejection, and sat through endless dinners until I nearly vomited. That money was earned with blood, sweat, and tears. With it, I could finally take my mother abroad for surgery and end her daily suffering. Once his speech concluded, Michael clapped his hands enthusiastically, prompting a staff member to wheel in three loaded carts. Pointing to them with a grin, he explained, "Taking a humanistic approach to employee care and considering how hard you've worked this year, we have gone ahead and converted your bonus into these practical

Cassian exhaled, shoulders lowering slowly. I whispered, "Thank you." He looked at me eyes dark, unreadable and said, barely above a breath: "You shouldn't have to thank me for protecting you." My stomach twisted. My mother clapped her hands suddenly, oblivious. "Well! That was dramatic. Who wants cocoa?" I almost laughed. Cassian didn't. He stepped closer just enough for his voice to reach me alone. "This isn't over," he murmured. "He's not done. And neither am I."

Just raised one hand, a small flick of his fingers. One of his men walked over from the far end of the room. Grey suit, envelope in hand. He placed it on the table and walked away again. Cassian slid the envelope toward me with two fingers. “You really came with fucking paperwork?” I spat. “You arrogant, manipulative piece of shit. You thought this through that much? You really assumed I’d agree to this circus?” “I assumed,” he said, slowly, “that when you were choking on debt and your father was choking on his own lungs, you’d at least want to see your options.”

“You have no wolf, Winnie. She could snap you in half.” ​“She thinks I'm nothing,” I said, my voice cold. “That is my greatest advantage. She won't see me coming until I've already won.” ​Cassian stared at me for a long beat. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, the first real smile I’d seen from him. “Silenced strength. I told you.” ​He stood up and moved to the stool, pulling off his shirt. I began the treatment, my fingers moving with more confidence today. As the paste touched his skin, he let out a long, shuddering breath.

“Because I earned it for listening to your pathetic whining. And I’m cancelling the contract because I’ve decided I like her exactly where she is — terrified, glowing, and thoroughly knotted by the only male in this dominion who could ever break her properly.” Cassian’s chest heaved. His hand shot up, claws aiming for my throat. I caught his wrist mid-air, nails digging in until blood welled. My smile widened. “Try it,” I crooned. “I’ll take more than your tongue this time.” For a heartbeat, we stayed locked like that — predator against predator, hellfire crackling in the sconces, snow howling outside. Then I released him with a dismissive flick, stepping back. “Run along, Cassian,” I said,

Cassian is made of muscle and fierce determination. When he sets his sights on something, he makes sure he gets it and tonight it seems he’s mind has been made up to break down my walls. I know this for absolute certainty when he spreads my legs, holds them down with force, dips his mouth to my pussy, and licks from bottom to top through my panties while keeping his eyes firmly on mine. “Fuck," he rasps. "Tell me you want me." “I will never tell you that," I say breathlessly.

Hailey murmured, placing her hand over his arm. “You’re welcome. How are you feeling?” Cassian asked, taking a sip from her mug. “Fresh and light,” Hailey replied, and Cassian pecked her temple. “By the way, I like your bold avatar more,” Cassian teased, his tone playful. Hailey turned around to face him, a determined look in her eyes. Cassian set the mug aside and encircled his arms around her properly.

he asked softly. She leaned into him, forehead brushing his temple. “We call it real.” The sun rose slow and red behind the glass rotunda, casting long shadows across the floor where power used to sit like stone. Now it felt lighter not empty, but open. Cassian stood alone at the far end of the chamber, his back to the city. The fractured insignia beneath his boots caught the sunlight like a scar that had stopped bleeding. Aria approached from behind, barefoot, her voice still husky from hours of strategy meetings and unslept tension.

“It’s just starting to get interesting. Rodrigo realizes that he loves Valery, but she can’t be with him because she wants to rip his heart out and eat it.” “That’s not true,” she said shaking her head. “Oh, yeah? How do you know? What chapter are you on?” Cassidy scrunched up her face and crossed her arms. “Chapter seven,” she admitted. “Well, I am on chapter…” he flipped through the pages, “ten. So, you wouldn’t know.” “God, you’re ridiculous,” she said giggling. “Thank you,” he said looking down his nose at her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me….”