I am on my knees in front of my princess doing what would possibly be the scariest thing in my life. Declaring a love that I know is beyond compare. Never have I been so sure about anything, this ring has burned a hole in my pock since the day that she went missing. Yes, I do know that we are only but very new in our relationship, but there is nothing that ever felt so right. I think I will simply fall into an abyss if she rejects me. Her hesitation, however brief it is, is going to give me the answer to the question that I so desperately seek. I can simply not bear to think what I will do if she says no.
“Christian, I am not ready,” the words, the very last words that I expected to hear, the very words that form over her deep cherry lips simply knock me over the edge. I can stand for her to be mad at me, but I thought we were ready. I thought our relationship was ready. I thought that if I do this that everything will be fine.
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Last night was torture as she ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted. She laid spread over my body in nothing but pink lace, but yet all there was is an empty space that is only meant for her. Cassandra Cummings has been my undoing in more than one way.So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for her to show for her shift at the club. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me again. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms once more. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.Then I see her as she steps out of the dressing room, she
I nearly lost myself in Cassandra again. I am supposed to be furious at her, but yet I cannot keep my hands off her. I don’t know whom we are both trying to fool, we are meant to be, it is time we stop our foolishness.But if I thought her foolishness would not get any worse, I am bound to witness how she pulls a chair onto the stage, now this is something that she has never done before, but she has pulled what could possibly one of the most attractive men in this place at present onto the stage. Now if that was not enough, she is grinding that perfect pear-shaped ass into his groin for me to see. And god, what is even worse is the damn fuck is loving every minute of it. I can, from where I am sitting, hear how he is moaning and she, she is only but smiling.Now I don’t know if she wants me to lose it again, does she want to prove a point that I cannot control my temper? Well, I am going to show her that her actions are not affecting me. So, as hard as it i
Cassandra, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captive my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but, yet I think that it is one for her, and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.What else is not a game, is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore, let alone be in the silence of what used to be our home. The club has become my home for what might seem to be on a permanent basis as I have not gone home for several nights in a row now. I do not want to be alone between the walls that should be filled by her presence. I have moved, very much to the annoyance of Josh, a bed into my office where I spend my nights in blissful agony alone.And here is wh
She is only, but an arm reach away from me. I have the absolute burning desire to pull every inch of her body into mine. I need her closer to me than we have ever been before.But I am frightened.The thought of losing her feels like hot knives piercing me, stealing my breath.So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for.“Princess, please, can we go talk? Please, if only for a second, can you please just listen to me?”Watching her hesitate kills me, but I can see it in her eyes. I know my princess’ eyes; I know that somehow I have reached her.“You have five minutes, Christian.”I softly lace my fingers in her hand and lead her to one of the farside dancing booths. I know that she will not go with me to the office; this
…Cassandra POV…Christian grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him; with one loud growl, he lifts my feet from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed.He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his cock throbbing against my thighs, his heart beating through his sculpted chest, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels fucking amazing.His lips lock with mine; he devours me with a patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. I tangle my hands in his hair and full him even closer.“God, Christian,” I groan. His skin is hot against my cool flesh.I hook my legs around his legs and grab his taut, hard ass. I tug him into me, arching my hips to feel his throbbing erection. I wan
The time has come. I have my princess back. I need to focus on business, and this means that the war is now truly going to start. I shall need to express to her that I am still going to go after her father. All I need to know if she shall remain by my side no matter what happens.Now, I think to be true to myself; I am going to admit that Joseph shall not make it out alive. It has always been my intent to get revenge for my father in the same way he was taken. But I will be the one taking his life. Joseph was a coward, well I am not one. His time has come, and the seconds are ticking.But I am not going to make it easy; of course, I am going to play a little cat and mouse game. I want to see him suffer; I want the fear to ravage through his body until he cannot think straight. This is not going to be easy; in fact, it is going to be hard, and it is going to get very ugly.I need to have my princess on my side, but it is not every day that your fiancé tell
I am looking into brown eyes that do not fully understand what I am saying. Yet, I know that she does; she does not want to face the reality. It is hard and terrifying to have to come to face with what will be the biggest decision you shall ever make in your life.The thing is, Cassandra is my life.And if I could, rather if I would want to, which I do not, I would have done things differently. But the fact is that this shall go ahead, and if she has to reject me, once again, then it shall be with great sorrow and pain that I shall face her when I take the life of her father.I shall never, and I shall rather die, but it shall never hurt the woman that I love with all my heart and soul. But there is one thing that she needs to understand.“Princess, I know that right now I stand a great chance that you will turn around and leave me. Should you leave, then you would break my heart beyond compare.”“Christian, you need to understand
The stage is set.It is early morning in the Caine house. My princess is sleeping, and only Mason can be found in the kitchen. The boys went out last night to enjoy what will be one of the very rare evenings that they will in a while.Now, if I said to you that this does not lie heavy on my shoulders, then that would be a blatant lie. I have a handful, rather make that two, perhaps even more, but I have a shitload of lives on my hand that I need to protect.The one that concerns me the most is lying upstairs peacefully sleeping. The little vixen with her short hair that is now very blonde. I must say that I am not a man for blonds, but this little blonde is starting to grow on me.Mason, who has been staring at me, daydreaming for about a minute now, hands me a cup of warm coffee, “It is good to have her back, really back.”“God, Mason, I just hope she stays.”“Hey, boss, she loves you, and that father of hers h