Cassian X Reader Novels & Stories

“They don’t deserve you. None of them. You know it.” Something inside Noa cracked. His voice came out raw, broken open. “And you do?” The room froze. Cassian’s eyes glittered. His grin thinned into something sharper. “I made you. Every inch of you is mine.” Alessio shoved forward. His gun pressed hard into Cassian’s skull. His breath burned. “Touch him again, and I’ll end you.” Cassian didn’t flinch. He leaned into the barrel like it was nothing, like he welcomed it. His grin widened. “Then pull the trigger, monster. Show him what you really are.”

Cassie smiles as she drops her heels on the ground before approaching him. "I don't know, I am trying to get myself a date as well," Xavier says pretending to care about what's on his laptop rather than who's in front of him. Which is difficult since Cassie is currently stripping out of her clothes. "Don't be stupid there's no date, Cara was on to us," Cassie says taking off her jeans. "So she knows," Xavier says with no surprise. If anyone were to catch them sneaking around, it will be Cara. "Yeah," Cassie says with a seductive smile as she stands in her underwear. "Why don't you come over here?" Cassie says pouting.

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.

“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.”

I slapped a hand over my mouth. Oh no. Adrian’s aura darkened like a storm front rolling in. “Cassian,” I whispered, “run.” “Nonsense,” Cassian said proudly. “This is an intervention of love.” “Cassian,” I tried again, “RUN.” Adrian moved. Fast. So fast. Cassian yelped and vanished back into the house, screaming, “HE’S GOING TO MURDER ME—TELL MY STORIES—KEEP MY ARTWORK—BURN MY SECRET JOURNAL—NOT THE ONE UNDER THE BED, THE OTHER ONE—”

Sarah and I both laugh, then she gives me a knowing look before entering what I assume to be Rita’s room with my peace offering coffee. “A black and white mocha for the lady.” I said, offering the warm drink to my Cassie. She smiles and her voice gets little breaks in it as she sips and hums. I think every single one of her hairs is pointing in a different direction. She has never looked more beautiful.

“Are you serious right now? Let me go, Mathias.” Instead of letting me go, he pulls me closer. At this point, we’re standing nose to nose. The only sound you can hear is the sound of our heavy breathing. I don’t understand why he’s so angry. He’s the one that rejected me. A shiver of desire crawls up my spine as our bodies grind together. His voice is deathly calm as his breath caresses my temple. I don’t understand what is happening, but something inside of me likes his dominance. It makes me feel like he cares. “I don’t want to have to ask again, Cassia. Who’s Conlan?”

He sensually ran his lips down to her nose, and then kissed her soft neck, feeling the pulse in her veins. Valentine groaned as he stroked her bare back by her shoulders. She started trembling as he caressed his way to her upper chest, with strong but nerdy hands- which he used for training and writing so fiercely that there were some minute scars still there. She was then kissed over her strapless purple and red floral playsuit, over the cloth over her right nipple. He blew on it; she began to cry with pleasure.

Cassians's POV The secretary knocked on the door to my office, there was the bell, but because he'd thought that the loud sound of the bell might distract me, he chose to knock instead. "You have a call, Mr Cassian," he said and walked in his hand a phone towards me. " Good day Mr Cassian," the voice said timidly from over the phone. I replied with a grunt while I continued to look through the papers in front of me. " This is from the hotel you came to some months ago and we are calling to make sure that all is fine, one of our employees after cleaning the room, reported that there were blood stains on the bed, which could be a sign of bodily harm," he said and gulped in heavily.

I questioned as I approached his manly figure. “Sweetness, I’m just not ready to relive some old memories, but surely, one day, soon, I will tell you everything… I promise.” We stared at each other mutely, my eyes slowly moving to his lips. Vespera’s presence had made it difficult for us to spend quality time together, Cassius was willing to express and explore his sexual desires regardless of who was around. I couldn’t stand public displays of affection, I found it awkward and uncouth, but right this second, I wanted him, I missed him in every way possible, I didn’t care who was in the next room or how loud we could get, I just needed to feel him, raw, deeply inside me.