by Dani René
He licks his way down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button. “Jayce.” I breathe his name, my voice a whisper. It sounds like an echo from the shore rather than from my lips.
“Cassandra, I said to be quiet.” His voice is dark and commanding. Untying the string of my pants, he unhooks the button and they pool at my feet. A primal sound vibrates from his throat, his face in line with my soaked thong. I glance down and am nearly unraveled when I meet those deep blue eyes gazing up at me. “Are you wet for me, Cassie?” His lips curl into a wicked smirk. I nod. “Good.”
In one quick move Jayce shreds my panties and tosses them with my tank top. I seriously am going to run out of clothes with him around. His finger strokes the slick entrance of my body. “Open for me.” I spread my legs, wanton with lust, I would have done anything he demanded of me. Gripping the edge of the wall behind me to keep from toppling over. His tongue snakes between my folds and my legs give way. Jayce grips my hips holding me up against the wall. He licks his way into my quivering pussy, teasing and nibbling on my clit. I am climbing higher and higher, as his expert mouth takes me to the edge. As soon as I feel myself clench around him, he stops. I glance down and whimper.
“Jayce, please?” I am openly begging him for the release he was so close to giving me.
“I told you, I will show you what you put me through all day.” As soon as my body is almost back down to earth, he feasts on me like I am his last meal. His tongue dipping into my slick folds, sucking on my throbbing clit, my arousal glistening on his lips. Taking me soaring to new heights. My head drops back against the wall and I feel the release I need, it’s so close. As soon as I am about to come undone Jayce stops again. My head feels foggy with desire, and I am not sure how I am still standing. My knees are wobbly and my body is trembling with need.
He rises and our eyes lock. “Please?” I whisper.
“What, Cassie? Please, what?” His fingers stroke me, dipping into my heated pussy. Slow and steady. He’s finger fucking me in such a demanding way, trying to pull my orgasm from deep inside me. “Tell me what you want?” He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks my arousal from them. His eyes close as if savoring my taste. When our eyes meet again, he gives me a dark smile. “Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. Take away all the pain, just fuck me now.” Shamelessly begging him now, for an ounce of relief.
“Do you realize what you do to me? Today in that tiny pair of panties. All I could think about was ripping them off, spreading your legs and ramming into you until you cried out my name.” His hooded gaze, the deep timbre of his voice drove me insane. His words alone could have sent me over the edge, but I was too enthralled by his grip on my hips as he pressed into me.
I nod, I wasn’t sure what I was answering, but I agreed. The grate of the zipper on his jeans pulled my attention, and my gaze dropped to his impressive erection, “Now my sweet princess, I want to be inside you, taking you into delirium.” My eyes flitted back up to the midnight blue gaze of Jayce’s. As he pressed his rock hard body against me, he lifted my thigh angling it around his waist, as he eased into me. He let out a groan. The moan that escaped my lips was low. He filled me to the hilt in a slow deep stroke.
I wrapped my legs around his waist when he gripped my ass. My hips bucked towards him, trying to get him deeper, where I needed it. He tugged at the ribbon and my hands fell free. I gripped his neck as he relentlessly slammed into me. “You’re so fucking wet and tight.”
“Jayce, yes. God yes.” I sunk my teeth into the muscles of his strong shoulder as my core tightened around him. Jayce hissed in my ear and I realized he was close. “All. Fucking. Day.” He slammed into me with measured thrusts at each word and I tensed. The elusive orgasm shattered me as I found the release I ached for. Moments later Jayce joined me as he growled out my name at his orgasm.
That was the last time I was with him. Jayce spent the rest of the week in his room. After that night I told him I needed space. It wasn’t like we were dating, but there was a spark between us. As much as I relished being with him, I loved Lucien, I still do. I mean he was part of me. He crushed me into tiny fragments of the person I was, but he also put me together. My choice came when I realized that no man would ever make me love. Lucien was my soul mate. The one man who could either break me or fix me. I didn’t want to hurt Jayce, he’s been wonderful, but there was never a chance for us when my heart belonged to Lucien.
The week seemed to fly by; it was Thursday, and we only had two days left on this incredible island. Only two days until I have to go back to the real world and face Lucien again. I didn’t want to go back on Saturday, but I knew I had to. With the ocean crashing behind me, I take a sip of my coffee, directing my gaze at the horizon. The morning was cooler and I took a walk on the beach to clear my mind.
As soon as I pull my phone from my back pocket, and open the message from Lucien. I read it twice, before my phone rang. It’s him. I push the green button. “Hello?”
“Cassandra,” I hear relief flood his voice.
“Yes, Mr. Verán?” I smile inwardly, even though we aren’t together, I hear the sharp intake of breath at the mention of his last name.
“Did you get my messages?” I shift to watch the tide, the light blue/green looks almost translucent.
“Yes, I did. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” I am not in the mood for games. If he can’t tell me over the phone, then I really don’t want to know.
“We need to talk about us. My father has invited us to join him for dinner and since he’s been ill, I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to ask if you would join me.” There is sorrow in his voice which tugs at my heart. I want so much for him to tell me we should be together, that we are meant to be, just like his father said. Somehow I don’t think that’s what he wants to tell me though. My anger returns at the situation he dropped me in.
“So you want me to play the happy girlfriend?” I ask incredulously. How dare he expect me to just sit and smile with his father, act like nothing happened? A bubble of irritation rises in my chest and I am about to tell him where to shove his dinner when his answer leaves me reeling.
“No I don’t want to you play the happy girlfriend. I would much prefer if you were actually my happy girlfriend, after your week with my best friend.” There isn’t anger in his voice, just anxiety.
“What is that supposed to mean Lucien? You can’t just tell me I am dead to you and then when I have found strength to actually not drink myself into oblivion to dull the ache, you tell me you want me back!” I realize I am shouting but I don’t care.
“Yes, I realize that Cass, however I don’t want to do this over the phone. Can we talk when you’re back? Please?” I am tempted to hang up, but deep down his request brings hope he will fill the hole he left inside me. The tears burn my eyes and I blink them away. There is nothing I can say to him. “Cassandra.”
“When is the dinner?” I spin to trudge back to the tent. I need to stop this conversation. The request has my mind spinning with possibilities, some that might just break me all over again.
“It’s on Sunday. You’re back on Saturday, I will have Robert escort you to my penthouse.”
I nod, before I step into the tent. My gaze falls on Jayce interacting with the models, the emotion is nothing close to the jealousy I had seeing Lucien with them. I want to make this work, but he will have to work at it too. “Fine. Just don’t expect me to fall into your arms because you asked me to.”
“I didn’t expect you to and to be honest that would be boring. I will convince you that you have to take me back. No other man will ever be able to make you scream the way I do. You will be with me Cassie that’s a promise. And when I have you in my arms again, I will make sure you never leave my side.” He hangs up before I can reply. All I can do is stare at my phone. He does want me back! OMG! Cassie, he loves you! No, he doesn’t. He was the one who walked away, now suddenly he wants me back. There must be more to this than mee
ts the eye. If he wants me back, then he will have to work his sexy ass off to get me. A smile curves my lips, the prospect of having him try makes me bubble with excitement. I look forward to Mr. Verán trying to win me back. Oh, I do indeed!
Chapter 23
Lucien
The conversation yesterday went exactly how I expected it to, the promise I made her I intend to keep. There is nothing or no one that will take her away from me again. Don’t worry my love, soon you’ll be screaming my name. In pleasure. I will make you beg. The thoughts running through my head have my cock rock hard. Thinking of bending her to my will, making her ache for my touch. To make her beg for me to give her the release that only I can give her has my mind flooded with dirty images. I look forward to Saturday when I will have her back. When I will be inside her hot little cunt. I am going to fuck her so hard, she will be mine forever.
The sweat is running down my back and I am loving it. I haven’t been for a run in such a long time I only now realize how much I miss it. It’s only just gone 6 am and Cassie is arriving later today. I think that’s where my energy is coming from. The thought of seeing here again has my body on fire. There are a few people out and I decide to make a quick stop at our coffee shop. Fuck Verán, you’re so soppy. Get a grip of your balls man! As soon as I step inside, instinct makes my eyes flicker to her table. When I do, I stop dead. There’s a brunette sitting in the chair I am so used to seeing Cassie in, when the ghost from my past sees me her eyes light up. What the fuck is she doing here?
I do a double take, but there’s no doubt it’s her. She sits back watching my reaction to her. When the smile on her face fades, I realize she’s seen my shocked expression. My blood starts at a slow simmer, as I walk up to the table, it turns to an unbearable boil. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My voice is low, the danger in it is unmistakable.
“Luca, didn’t you miss me?” Gripping her hand, I pull her out of the coffee shop, earning a few strange looks from the people queuing. As soon as we’re outside I pull her along the sidewalk. I stop abruptly and turn to face her. She hasn’t changed. It unnerves me.
“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here?” I hiss in her face and she flinches. No doubt remembering the last time I told her to leave me alone.
“I… Luca.”
“Don’t you fucking call me that!” I pull her into the alleyway on the side of the coffee shop. “Did Claudia bring you here?” Her slight nod tells me all I need to know. “You’re the one calling Cassie aren’t you?” Another nod and my anger is skyrocketing. My body is vibrating with rage at this fucking game that Claudia is playing. I am over it. This ends now.
“I… She… Luca.” My hand is around her neck in an instant. Cassie’s face flashes in my mind, and I can’t stop myself. This ghost needs to get the fuck out of my life.
“I said don’t fucking call me that. You have no right!” I watch her gasp for air, but I don’t care if she stops breathing. It’s her fucking fault my life is such a mess. “You will leave the city and never fucking look back okay!”
When I release her neck, I watch her gulp deep breaths. The choking sounds make me smile. Good, little bitch! “And you tell Claudia, to leave me and Cassie the fuck alone!” Stepping onto the sidewalk, I run up the hill back to my apartment. I need to get ready. My girl will be here soon and I don’t want her to find me in the state I am in right now.
When I reach my apartment, the anger has dissipated, but it’s still tugging at me. I open the apartment door, and step inside. Noticing that Martha has been here. I gave her strict instructions to set up the table and make sure the place looked romantic. She’s gone all out. The place has beautiful white candles set up around every flat surface. There are red rose petals strewn on the shag rug near the window. The champagne flutes are set up on the counter and I notice the bucket is ready for ice and a bottle. All I need to do is finish up the dinner when we’re ready to eat. Although, there is something other than dinner I wouldn’t mind devouring. Cassie. My earlier encounter with my past has drifted from my mind. I realize I need to sort it out, but I could do later. After my girl is back in my arms.
As soon as I step into the shower, I turn on the spray and revel in the heat on my skin. I close my eyes and try to calm myself, the tension in my shoulders releases and I picture brown curls, splayed on my pillow. Those mocha eyes, staring up at me as she cries out my name.
Cassandra
“So, you’re going to him when we land?” Jayce looks at me earnestly. I nod, I had told him about the call and what Lucien said. “Good, I want to see you happy princess, you deserve to have that.”
“Thank you for, well…” How do I say, thank you for taking my pain away with your impressive erection? Cassie, seriously? You want to thank him for fucking you into oblivion? Well, yea! I giggle at my inner dialogue. I stare into those sky-blue eyes; his expression is one of amusement.
“For what Cassie? Making you scream my name? It was my pleasure. Trust me, it was!” The heat on my face spreads over my cheeks, and I realize they must be crimson.
“Well, yea, I suppose, but also for being there and taking care of me.” He shrugs like it was part of his job to do that. Over the past month I was a complete train wreck, but somehow Jayce seemed to pull me from the dark hole and into a rather normal version of my former self.
“Just don’t let him sweet talk you into taking him back without an appropriate apology. He can be incredibly convincing.” He leans forward and gives my hand a squeeze.
“Yes he can be, and I won’t. I am definitely not just going to let him walk all over me. He was the one who walked away, and he said things that aren’t easily forgivable. I told him that over the phone, so he needs to really go all out with his apology.”
Jayce laughs, “Good, I will always be here for you princess. Remember that okay?” I nod. “Now, will you hook me up with Kenna?” I chuck a cushion at him and he chuckles. “What?”
“You’re insatiable!” He nods, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I am single; I have no one to answer to.” It was true, but still something about it niggled at me. Wouldn’t it be weird if he dated Kenna? Not for me, maybe for her. I could always chat to her? She would want all the dirty details about him. I can think about it later. Right now, I needed to ready myself to face Lucien.
We would touch down in an hour, I peer out of the window, the sun was low on the horizon. “Jayce,” I turn to him. “How long did it take for you to forgive Lucien for what he did to your sister?” I notice a glint of sadness dance in his sky-blue eyes. His gaze settles on the window as he speaks and I remain still, waiting for him to share his story.
“Two years. It was a painful time for us both. We grew up together, but I was always the kid from the wrong side of the tracks. You know?” His gaze falls on me again and I nod. “His mother,” shutting his eyes as if something troubled him. “I mean step-mother, she despised me from the outset. Always telling Lucien I was bad news. When he called me that night, I wanted to kill him.” He turned away again, and I assumed he would not tell me more when he astounded me and continued.
“I helped him. He was, still is my best friend. I needed him healthy. He was like my brother. I mean, he still is.” A grin cracked on his handsome face and the anxiety was gone. “Once we forgave each other, it became easier, but now and then we struggle. Nothing will ever be the same, but I never walk out on my friends.” His smile is genuine and the crinkle in his nose makes me giggle. He shrugs, like that made perfect sense.
“Wow, I am glad he has a friend like you. He needed it.”
When we disembarked Robert was already at the car waiting. “I will talk to you later princess. Good luck!” Jayce held me for a long time. His warm embrace calmed my nerves, but only for so long. As soon as I was in the car on my way to Lucien’s place they would start up again.
“Thanks, Jayce. Give Kenna a call. Maybe she wants to have dinner or something.”
“Yea, maybe I will
.” I turn to face Robert, his face giving nothing away.
“Ms. Winters.” Robert gives me a smile as he opens the door for me, I slip inside.
“Thank you Robert.” He gives me a brief nod. He walks over to the driver’s door and slides in, the engine purrs to life. “How is he?” His eyes glance at me in the rear-view mirror.
“He seems calm today Ms. Winters. I think he is looking forward to seeing you again.” A small smile cracks on his face again and I almost gasp. Robert is always so serious, him smiling is really strange.
“Okay, thanks.” I sit back and watch the city pass us by. This was it, time to fess up and come clean. If he really wants a fresh start, then we have to let go of the past and move forward together. If he doesn’t, then I am not sure what I am going to do. My heart lurches at the thought.
Lucien
It’s almost time, she’s going to be here soon and I can’t wait. The thought of having her in my arms is making my heart race. When did you become such a pussy? To be honest, I am scared shitless. I have to admit that. Nothing that I have ever done, could prepare me for this. There are things that have scared me before, but with Cassie the thought of never having another chance with her brings a physical pain to my chest. Something that can’t be described. I need her. There’s nothing more to it. She needs to be in my life.
As dark as my soul is, she’s the light that makes my life worth living. Her body, her mind and her soul will be mine. I am going to own her, in every fucking way. That tight heat that milks my cock will be mine. Those gorgeous tits that I can’t help devouring will be mine. Most importantly, her heart, will be all mine. The erection in my sweats is throbbing and I can’t tame it. I hope she’s ready to be taken. Hard and fast and in every fucking way possible, on every surface of my penthouse.
I text Robert, asking him to bring her straight to the penthouse. There is no way I could meet her there, we wouldn’t get further than the backseat of my Aston, before her panties will be shred into tiny pieces and my tongue would be tasting her sweet honey.
