Confessions and Firsts

"Looks like you’re having fun without me?” Cassian frowned, a plate in his hand as he stared down at me. 

Mind you, my hand was still down my pants, and my shirt had been drawn so high up that he’d probably seen my boobs. 

I yelped, grabbing my blanket and quickly pulling it over myself. “Get out. Now!” I grit my teeth, grabbing onto the duvet so tight that my knuckles almost went white. 

“Oh, come on now. Don’t be like that, Celeste. Loosen up,” He smirked, “Have a little fun.” 

My face heated up as a pale blush spread over my features. Still, I wouldn’t let him get to me like this, “What are you even doing up here—in my room?” I spat, adjusting my clothes, my chest heaving. 

“Dad said I should bring up some cookies and milk. Seems you already got your dessert going on.” He not-so-subtly remarked, with a smug grin. 

“Oh my God. Just drop the plates and get out!” I screeched, covering my face with shame. And for the first time in a long time, Cassian listened to me. He silently obeyed, placing the cookies and milk down on my bedside table. 

“Fine. I dropped them. Happy now?” He cocked a brow. 

“Yes, now please leave,” I commanded, urgently, the shame gripping me from where I lay. 

He navigated back to the door, but instead of leaving, he shut it. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed, as he clicked the door shut before closing the distance between us.

I sat up straight, my pulse quickening as he took slow, deliberate steps towards me.

"Cassian," I warned, my voice uneven. "Get out."

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even acknowledge my demand.

Instead he moved closer, as if cornering his prey. He seemed to be so amused that the corner of his lips tugged up.

"Relax, sweetheart," he murmured, his gaze flicking over me, assessing. "I’m just making sure you’re… settled in properly."

"I was fine until you walked in, Cassian."

His smirk deepened. "That’s debatable."

I clenched my fists at my sides, heat arising from within me at his blunt insinuation. I wasn’t going to let him do this—not again.

"Whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested," I said, my voice steady even as my heart pounded wildly.

Cassian let out a low chuckle, tipping his head slightly.

"You sure about that?"

I opened my mouth to give him a befitting response, but before I could say a word, he was already on the move.

Before I could process it, his hand was on my ankle, gripping it gently.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my body stiffening as he dragged his fingers up slowly, tickling me as he traced a path along my calf. 

"You were thinking about me, weren’t you?" he murmured.

It was as though all the air had been knocked out of my lungs. I found it hard to even speak.

"No–"

"Liar."

His fingers pressed against my knee gently.

I needed to stop this. Like right now!

"Cassian, get out."

“Make me.”

My stomach flipped.

“We can’t be doing this.”

“Oh,” He leaned in, his hot breath fanning against my neck, “But we are. So, what happens now?”

My breath got caught in my throat as his lips lightly traced down my neck, teasingly. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he wouldn’t stop any time soon.

He slipped a hand into my pants, and immediately he felt my wet core. “Oh, what a naughty girl you’ve been for me.”

“Cassian, I don’t-”

“Sh…” He placed a finger on my lips, and immediately I went mute, as though I was under a trance. He guided my hand back down my pants, slowly putting my fingers back in my dripping pussy. 

“Now, be a good girl and touch yourself for me.” He cooed, moving my fingers back and forth. I curled my fingers in my vagina, feeling them rub across the bridges, nearing my G spot, as Cassian controlled my hand back and forth in a steady rhythm.

“Does that feel good?” He smirked, quickening the pace. My eyes met his dark lustful own. I nodded, a whimper leaving my lips as my mind blanked out. I could barely comprehend what was happening fully, all I know was that it felt good, not to talk of saying actual, human words. 

I gasped, my body arching slightly, completely at his mercy.

“I know it does. Now, cum for me.” He whispered. 

That was enough to send me off my rocker, my body jilting uncontrollably in a wave of pleasure.

Just as quickly as I met my orgasm, Cassian pulled his hand away, leaving the room without a word. 

Fuck, what the hell was I supposed to do with that?

It didn’t take a long while before the housekeeper came to call on me. By that time I had freshened up and was relaxing with a book. 

I opened the door just a crack and peeped my head out. 

“It’s time for dinner.” She said, before turning on her hell and walking off. 

Great, I barely knew my way around this place. “Could you hang on?” I yelled out, quickly slipping on my bunny slippers. I shut the door behind me, catching up to her. 

“Sorry, could I get your name?” I said, unsure if I should even be asking.

“It’s Margaret.” She said, sharply, not sparing me a glance, as she briskly made her way to the dining hall. Everyone was already seated, and they turned their heads to me immediately, I came in. I was relieved that I wasn’t the only one in pajamas, otherwise that would’ve been so embarrassing. 

I settled into my seat, right beside Lucien. I made sure to avoid his eyes as I took my seat at the table. As the food was brought out and being plated, Theo redirected his attention towards me. 

“Celeste, your mother and I have decided that it would be best if you attend the boys’ high school henceforth. It’d be a smooth transition, and we’re going to help you settle down, just so your academics don’t get disrupted.” He said, slicing a piece of steak into his mouth. 

“Oh.” 

“Is that okay?” He raised a brow skeptically.

“No, that’s fine. It’s okay.”

“Your mother tells me you’re an A-roll student. That’s lovely. Keep up the good work.” He smiled, nodding. “At least we’ve got that down.” He murmured. 

We carried on with casual conversation til the end of dinner. By the time we had all finished eating, Mom and Theo retreated to their room for God knows what, while I remained in the dining hall with the two brothers. 

“Just don’t be late tomorrow.” Lucien said, “7:30, We leave by then.” 

“I won’t.” I nodded. 

“I hope so. Don’t go having too much fun,” Cassian smirked, taking a sip of his water. 

I almost choked on my spit. Lucien slid a cup of water towards me, and I gulped it down. It was time for bed. Nope. Not doing this. 

I quickly bolted for my bedroom, locking the door and jumping into bed. Hopefully, I’d be so over this tomorrow. 

~~

Well, it was tomorrow and I clearly wasn’t over it. I woke up groggy, but at the right time, so I had my shower, got ready and headed down the stairs by 7:10. 

“Well, someone’s eager.” I heard Lucien’s voice call out from behind.

“I wouldn’t say eager, but…” I gulped down the rest of my words. We weren’t cool. How could I easily forget that he also bullied me? I went mute suddenly, causing him to give a funny look. 

It didn’t take long before Cassian also came down, his backpack slung over his shoulder lazily. “Let’s go.”

I followed them outside, and we got into Cassian’s car. A pretty cool, classic convertible. As soon as I arrived at school, I felt all eyes on me. Whispers filled the halls as I walked behind the brothers. 

I didn’t want that as my trademark though, so I separated myself from them, making my way to the school’s office. I picked up my timetable and navigated to my homeroom. 

“We have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher, Ms. McFadden, said to the class as she gave a sweet smile. 

“Hi, I’m Celeste…” I said, giving a little awkward wave. Some replied, while some ignored my existence. 

Sighs, high school. 

She gestured for my seat, right beside a dark-haired Indian girl. “Hi, my name is Freya.” She said, as soon as I settled into my seat. 

“Nice to meet you,” I responded, tucking my hair behind my ear. She was so bubbly and sweet—the kind of energy that I loved.

“You came in with the twins. Are you dating one of them?” She raised a brow, as if she didn’t just ask a very crazy question.

“Are you always this blunt?” I chuckled nervously, sipping on my water. 

“Sorry, it’s been the whole buzz of this morning.” She giggled, shaking her head. 

“No…not dating. They’re my stepbrothers.”

“Oohh!” She clapped her hand in excitement. “Fun!”

I snorted, “Oh, I wish.” 

Our conversation was cut short when the bell rang. The teacher gave a breakdown of what topics we were on, and our rotation schedule. Luckily, Freya and I had most classes together, so we went for each one together, since I was the newbie. 

“There’s a Welcome party after school today. You comin’?” She asked, loading her books into her bag after the last class of the day. 

“Um…I–” 

“Don’t say you aren’t. Just live a little.” She nudged me, grabbing my hand.

“Fine,” I whispered, grabbing my bag. We headed towards the hall and bought our tickets.

I thought it’d be a boring ass party, but it was fun. There was music blaring from the speakers and bouncing off the walls while students danced and moved their bodies to the rhythm. 

Freya pulled me out to dance after a while of me sitting. “Just let loose!” She screamed over the loudspeakers. Funny enough, after a while, Freya completely brought me out of my shell as we danced. 

By the end of it all, I was all sweaty and out of breath. Everyone was slow dancing and it became awkward. As I retreated to my seat to rest, someone tapped my shoulder from behind.

“Hey.” He said, his dazzling smile flashing at me. His emerald green eyes were breathtaking and left me speechless for a moment.

“Hi.” I breathed, my heart racing.

“May I have this dance?” He said, extending a hand. 

Was I about to dance with a total stranger? Yes.

Did I care? No.

This was my one chance to break away from the bondage of the Montclair twins. A new school, a new life. They wouldn’t take this from me.

I slipped mine into his, and he pulled me close as we slow-danced to the romantic music. I leaned my head on his chest as he held me by the waist, dancing slowly. I fit into his arms so perfectly, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. 

Damn, I didn’t know him. 

By the time the music quickened its tempo, I fluttered my eyes open, shifting away from his chest. That’s when my eyes met his, Cassian’s.

He stood off to the right, staring right at me and the mystery man. His body was rigid, every muscle tensed and something in him seemed to shift, as his jaw clenched, even from afar. Before I knew it, he closed the distance, grabbing me out of his arms and tugging me along with him.

“Jeez! Let go of me!” I tried tugging my arm out of his iron rip, but to no avail. 

He led me to a janitor’s closet and shoved me in, before stepping in as well, closing the door behind us. 

“What do you think you’re doing dancing with him?” He said, his grip tightening as he leaned closer to me, our bodies pressing up against one another’s.

“I didn’t know you controlled who I danced with now,” I bit back, Cassian stepping closer to me until my back hit the wall. 

“Careful now. You’re playing with fire.” He whispered, cupping my chin as he leaned in. 

He kept on leaning in, until I couldn’t take it any longer.