chapter 0006

Cassandra’s POV

Lost in my thoughts, I stood in the shower, letting the cold water blast against my skin. This wasn't the life I envisioned—I felt suffocated, trapped in a contract with a psychopath. Just the thought of Professor Marcus’s twisted actions sent a shiver down my spine.

“Who should I blame for my foolishness?” I said aloud, realizing just how long I had been lost in my reflections. Suddenly, a cold draft wiped through the bathroom, sending a jolt through my body.

Oh Goodness!

I quickly reached for my towel, only to find it was missing. Determined not to catch a cold, I rushed out of the bathroom to dry off. To my shock, I found Professor Marcus sitting in the corner of the room, his gaze locked onto me with a predatory intensity.

Darting my gaze from him to the tower lying on the bed, I thought to myself. “If I move faster, I could get it".

I quickly swerved towards the bed to grab my tower, but it seemed luck wasn't on my side; I felt His grip on my waist as he forcefully pulled me into bed, and smashed his lips against mine. 

 I struggled to free myself from his clutches, but it seems no matter how hard I try, my body has always longed for his touch.

My lips parted as I watched him pull off his shirt and then toss it aside. He caught my upper arms and held me still while he kissed the side of my neck. He skimmed his lips against My silken skin.

I touched his chest with the reverence it deserved. So much warm flesh and hard muscle; Marcus took care of himself. Still struggling to fight the feelings, he whispered into my ears “ Stay calm Cassie” 

His gaze skimmed My bare breasts, swept up to My face and surprisingly stayed there. He touched my cheek before lifting a lock of my hair. Smiling, he watched the strands sift through his fingers. His focus returned to My breasts. As he rubbed his thumb over My hard nipple. I could see the struggle for control in the flex of his jaw and his flaring nostrils. “I knew they’d be perfect,” he murmured and kissed my shoulder.

Arousal flushed my entire body. The feel of his warm lips brushing soft kisses up the side of my neck made me dizzy. When he retraced the path and headed for My right breast, I clung to his waist for support, digging my fingers into his jeans and feeling his way to the snap. 

I unfastened it, then couldn’t maneuver the rest. “Wait, wait,” I said, breathless from his tongue and teeth doing amazing things to My peaked nipples. 

Those broad shoulders, a muscular chest that tapered to a flat, slim stomach. His thighs were athlete's, and his erection was exceptional. My gaze swept over him from head to knee and back again. How I'd missed this man’s touch. 

Next came his lips, his teeth, the tip of his tongue..... It wasn’t fair that I couldn’t touch him. I wanted it very badly.

I closed my hand around his cock, and the humour left his face.

His strained expression and low moan warned me to be careful or they’d both orgasm too soon. Leaning back, I stared at the thick hard flesh in my hand. I stroked him, following the upward curve with a light grip that made him pulse against My palm. Marcus lifted My chin and took My mouth in a searing kiss that eased into a languid exploration.

As if he’d read My mind he moved his lips to the base of my throat, planting a kiss at the top of my breast before he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He used just the right amount of pressure and suction to make me quiver and make me want to beg him to ease the burning need inside me. 

Gripping his shoulders, I inhaled his scent, clean and as masculine as the muscles that flexed under his warm skin. Try as I might, with him still teasing my breasts, I couldn’t reach far enough down to get a grip on his amazing butt.

Balancing himself on his left elbow, he retraced the path on the inside of my thigh until I held my breath, waiting, desperate for Marcus to touch me. He moved my hips against his erection, taking satisfaction in his groan. He lifted his head, and the moment seemed to freeze. He didn’t move; he just looked at my face.

I wasn’t sure what was happening and then I gasped at the invasion of his finger sliding into my damp pussy. My shoulders came up off the mattress and I couldn’t seem to catch my next breath. Marcus pushed in deeper and rubbed me with his thumb.

"Fuck!" I groaned.

Marcus' expression changed in an instant. The intensity returned as his desire flared. He replaced one finger with two. 

“ Stop it” I  giggled

“Don’t fight it.” His heated breath washed over my still-damp nipple. “I was not going to stop at one finger.” 

Surging up, he kissed my lips, parted them with his tongue and thrust in rhythm with his fingers. Eyes shut,  I reached for him, but the pressure got to be too much. 

Everything inside my body tightened. I arched against his hand, my body tensing, my breath held. When I  came, I bucked so hard it dislodged his fingers. Another spasm hit, not as strong, but more than I expected. He was hot and it had been a while for me, but that didn’t explain my body’s reaction.

His tongue tracing a line down my torso made her open one eye. He kissed my tummy, then dipped his tongue into my belly button. When he would’ve slid lower, I grabbed his hair where it was longer on top and lifted his head. His eyes were dark and hooded, sexier than he had any right to be. 

“Condom,” I growled. “Now.”

“hm.”

It was his turn to jerk when I rubbed my thumb over the slick tip of his erection. Moving out of my reach, his gaze so dark and piercing made me have another after-quake, I watched him slide on the condom. My legs spread eagerly and he settled between them with a groan that made me squeeze all the parts of myself I could.

“Oh, hell, Cassie,” he drawled, teasing my name out low and slow as he pushed inside.

I grabbed the headboard above my head, bracing myself for his entry. He never once looked away from my eyes as he gritted his teeth and drove into me with a powerful thrust.

My right hand went to his forearm. With the other, I clutched a pillow and wound my legs around his hips. He started to plunge deep, only to pull almost out before doing it again. The pleasure sent waves through my body, starting at my centre and then spreading with the rhythm of oceans, the strength of tides.

I grew hot in degrees. Again, from where he thrust into me, then outward. As if he’d set my blood on fire with a slow match. A prickling sort of heat sparked my nerve endings. God, I didn't know what was happening. It wasn’t pressure as much as sheer pleasure that kept building. I wasn’t even sure if it was his hand making me feel...

The orgasm overtook me. My eyes closed.

This was different. Sound muffled, the sheets rubbed against my skin, his weight kept me from floating away, and the tremors, lord, they weren’t waves but pounding surf.

Somewhere in the outer world, he stopped and a sound from deep in his throat broke through. It took a long while to come back from wherever I'd go. Until the world focused again, and i could breathe without gasping.