Chapter 52: 52. Tell me everything
Author’s POV
After numerous rounds of lovemaking, where Isabelle had more orgasms than she could count, Cassian finally reached his peak and spilled his semen in her warm cunt.
She took all of it without protest, her walls squeezing and clenching his length as she milked him dry.
Their gazes locked onto each other as they both breathed hard, Isabelle’s pace perfectly matching Cassian’s ragged breathing.
Cassian supported his upper body on his elbow as he stared at the little woman who lay weakly beneath him.
Her face was flushed with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her hair was scattered messily, and her lips were parted as she breathed through them.
Her usually large eyes looked dazed and droopy as if she were just a few seconds from falling asleep.
She looked so docile and innocent as she blinked slowly like a newborn baby checking out their new surroundings.
She looked so cute that Cassian wanted to hide her from the whole world.
He was the only one who deserved to see such a breathtaking sight.
He had expected to be tired after what they did, but maybe it was the knowledge that she was finally his woman; he didn’t even feel sleepy.
He didn’t remember the last time he experienced such emotions... such pleasure that he felt like keeping her to himself... so that everyone in the world would know that she belonged to him.
He never thought having ’just sex’ like this without adding his usual ’kinks’ would be so out of the world.
Due to his condition, every feeling felt dull and he had to ’spice things up’ but today he had felt everything at its heightened state... he never knew his body was capable of feeling intense emotions like that.
He pressed his forehead against hers and muttered gently,
"You were so amazing just now, sweetheart." And then he stared at her, an apologetic look replacing his initial smile.
"I’m so sorry; I couldn’t control myself," he whispered. He sounded disappointed in himself. But could someone blame him?
He never expected to lose control; she was just too sweet and addictive, and she wouldn’t stop moaning his name, making him want to give her everything within him.
She was too intoxicating for her own good.
Isabelle, on the other hand, flashed him a sleepy smile; she could barely keep her eyes open.
"I’m fine, Cassian, really. So you don’t need to feel bad," she muttered drowsily.
"Oh, baby, you don’t know how relieved you just made me," he said, as he began to press feathery kisses on her sweaty forehead and face.
A gentle smile spread on Isabelle’s face as she gave in to her fatigue and entered dreamland.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt that peaceful.
Except that she couldn’t help but feel a little prick in her heart. Anytime he called her Isabelle, her chest tightened a bit.
How she wished he would call her Yvette instead.
"Sweet dreams, Isabelle," Cassian whispered when he saw she had fallen asleep and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
He lifted himself off her and began to pick up their scattered clothes off the floor. That was when he felt his hand throbbing painfully.
It ached so much that he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from wincing.
He had forgotten about his wounds and had not felt any pain when he held Ariana in his arms, when they both shed their inhibitions and embraced their sexual cravings and desires in a way that made them vulnerable and yet powerful at the same time.
But now that she was no longer in his arms, he realised how unbearable the pain was.
Realising she had fallen asleep, he stared at her face, imprinting every part of it into his memory.
She was sleeping so soundly in his arms that he felt like he was in a dream.
Did she really trust him so much to let go like this?
Cassian knew he never cared about their marriage alliance.
After everything that happened between their families, there was still some resentment in his heart, also because of how Isabelle treated him in the past.
Right now, he didn’t even know if his initial plan of seducing her, making her fall for him, breaking off their marriage to spite the Quinns, and having his revenge was still what he wanted.
It was supposed to be lust and possession. But now, she was all he thought about, and anytime he had a hard-on, she was the only one his body craved.
And he hated that she loved someone before him.
He wanted to be the only man in Isabelle’s life. Especially now that he found out she didn’t get intimate with that man.
Could it be that he was falling for her again?
And he could tell it was not just a mere crush like when they were young.
It was beyond that; it was so powerful that it scared him.
He was scared of the lengths he was willing to go to have her.
He had hated her with all his might for fifteen years; how could he fall in love with her again so easily knowing she was still hiding things from him?
"What should I do with you, Isabelle?" He whispered in the dark and sighed.
"Women are more addictive than wine; they are capable of bringing kings of great nations to their knees. Don’t give them your heart. They’ll make you weak, and you’d be at a disadvantage." Those were the words of his mentor, Draco.
The man who trained him in all kinds of tactics, weaponry, and combat.
Draco was someone who harboured deep hatred in his heart because of his past, and due to that, he only treated women as instruments of sexual pleasure.
That was why he and Draco were close. They shared the same kind of pain. He was like a father figure to him, and he was his closest associate in the underworld, and he was a man Cassian didn’t want to make an enemy of.
And that means it was time to give Isabelle her proper place at his side before his enemies decide to target her due to her association with him.
Gosh, he was just contradicting himself. It would be best to stop thinking for now.
Cassian wiped Isabelle’s body clean with a wet towel and dressed her in a new set of comfortable clothing before covering her with a blanket.
After that, he left her in the bedroom and called Randy and Alex to join him in the study.
"Tell me everything you found out from your investigation in two minutes; I need to know if the Quinns are behind this like we suspected," he said in his usual cold voice.
