Page 89 of Pleasure & Prey: Vol. 2

He smiles fully, looking both predatory and mischievous. “If you say no, I’ll help you put your shirt back on and go back to just kissing you. If you say no, I’ll pull you into my lap and watch reruns of Bridezillas with you.”

It’s a little unnerving that he knows my favorite show, but I push that thought away. After all, we’ve already established that this isn’t quite normal.

“But I won’t leave. No, that’s not on the table anymore.” He drops back down to his elbows over me, brushing his lips sweetly to mine. “You opened the door for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You let the monster in, so closing it now won’t make me go away.”

This time, a shudder trails down my spine, but I can’t decide how much of it is from fear and how much of it is from something way less appropriate for the situation.

“You make it sound like a threat.”

“Oh, it is one,” Cass assures me, burying his face against my throat to kiss and nip at my skin. “It’s always been a threat.”

“You make it sound like…” I trail off when he bites down, causing me to shiver. “Like you’re the bad guy or the villain here.”

He chuckles softly, but doesn’t reply for a few moments. His tongue licks a line up my shoulder, curving around my neck, until finally he licks up my jaw. “I am the villain here, Winnie,” he murmurs in my ear. “So, what’s your answer?”

“I suppose it would be rude of me to tell you I’m tired or would rather watch Bridezillas,” I hum thoughtfully, as if it’s a decision. “But if I say yes, do I get to see you with your shirt off? Seems only fair.”

Without hesitating, Cassian sits up and tugs his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the floor near the bed. My eyes immediately fall to his chest and abs, lingering on the sharp cuts of his hips my fingers ache to touch.

At least, until I see the scars that slice across his skin. I reach up without thinking, only to stop with my hand hovering just centimeters from him. My eyes flick up to his, and in response, Cass reaches out and grips my hand, pressing it to his warm abs over one of the worst slashing scars.

“They don’t hurt, and I’m not shy,” he murmurs. “You can touch them all you want. If this is you saying⁠—”

“Yes, yes. This is me saying yes,” I tell him arrogantly, rolling my eyes in exasperation. “Yes, oui, si, ja—” He tackles me to the bed with a laugh rumbling in his throat, fingers gripping my hair to yank my face back up to his.

“You’re such a brat, you know that?” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip. “Fuck, Winnie.” His hand finds my shorts, and he yanks them and my underwear down without any struggle. Hell, he makes it look easy, considering I can barely get pants on without both hands and falling on my face. “Next time I’ll make you pay for what comes out of your mouth, but⁠—”

I cut him off with a yelp when he suddenly thrusts two fingers into me and curls them upward. “Oh, fuck,” I whine, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders. “Cassian⁠—”

“Too much?” he teases softly. “Don’t even try. I bet you’ve been wet for me since I leaned over you against the wall. Your other boyfriends never knew that, did they? The way you’re just begging to be pinned and fucked and put in your place.”

“My place is⁠—”

His other hand grips my throat and he snaps his teeth together inches from my lips. “Shut up, Winnie.” He laughs lightly. “I want to fuck you right now, not teach you a lesson for your mouth.”

I want to push him. I want to see what he’ll do if I don’t shut up…but his fingers are a damn good argument against me doing that. At least for now. I moan in appreciation, arching my hips into his hand as he adds another finger. “Fuck,” I sigh, opening my eyes to gaze up at his face. “Has anyone told you that you’re really pretty, Cass?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “But I’ve never really cared about what anyone else thinks. I only care what you think.”

“That sounds a bit possessive.” The words are out before I can think better of them, and his only response is a wicked grin as he scissors his fingers inside of me. He’s so thorough that it’s aggravating, and by the time he finally pulls his fingers free, I’m writhing and almost begging for more.

“Poor thing,” Cass coos. “Finally lost for words? No, I didn’t say you could talk yet.” He reaches up to wipe his fingers over my mouth, smearing my lips with my arousal. I shudder, but I can’t tell if it’s from disgust or anticipation. “Not even taking your jeans off for me?” I huff, watching as he stands up to unbutton and unzip his jeans and shove them down his thighs.

Cassian rolls his eyes at me in response. “Don’t be obtuse. You won’t last long and neither will I. I’ve been waiting for this for way too long and you…” His eyes trail down my body, and I squirm. “Well, I’m certainly not going to leave you disappointed.”

“We’ll see. I’ll rate your performance after on a scale of—” Cassian shoves two fingers in my mouth, surprising me into a muffled protest.

“Do something actually useful with your mouth, Winnie, and clean off my fingers for me like a good girl,” he demands lazily, his other hand slowly stroking up and down his length.

His impressive length. He’s bigger than either of the guys I’ve fucked before, and I whine a question as I taste myself on his fingers, tongue lapping against the pads of them.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is teasing. “Are you scared I won’t fit, sweetheart?” He grins, stroking his fingers against my tongue before pulling them out of my mouth. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Because your dick can grow or shrink at will to fit your partner perfectly?” I ask lamely, voice flat.

“No, my sarcastic little brat. Because I’ll fuck you until you learn to take it and until you’re ruined for anyone else.” He doesn’t give me time to respond. Cass grabs my calf and lifts my leg to hook it over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around my thigh and gripping my waist to hold me in place. My breath catches in my throat as I shift to get more comfortable, heart pounding in my ears.

Fuck, it’s so loud I’m surprised he can’t hear the frenzied, frightened rhythm, too. But if he can, he ignores it, moving forward enough that he can rub his tip teasingly between my folds. By the third time, I’m squirming and anticipation is nearly choking me. “Come on,” I whine. “Cassian, I’m going to turn fifty before you⁠—”