All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Kassandra couldn’t speak for the pain in Darian’s gaze, in his sudden withdrawal.She had hated Darian for being so tough on her and Rhode, but Rhode hadn’t once mentioned her unhappiness or her problems to him.Rhode had almost been a different person with him. She was loving, smiling, obedient...as if she had just slipped into a different skin.She wished she had gone to Darian and blurted it all out.Rhode had been troubled, she realized now. Maybe even depressed.With hindsight, she wondered how much of that had fueled her own antagonism toward Darian, because it had been so scary and powerless to see Rhode like that. She had been mired in her own pain about her dad’s death, and Darian had been a convenient target to lash out at. And yet she hated having to tell the truth now, hated this power that she had over him.She didn’t want to cause Darian any pain.He was rigid, he was stubborn and arrogant, but God, he loved Rhode in his own way. He had tried so hard to keep Kassandra aw

It was almost evening when Darian entered Romanos’s house again that day. He came to a halt in the vast foyer, the image of Kassandra standing at that last step, her expression of such fear and pain the first thing he saw.He had never seen her like that. I never heard that desperation in her tone. Over the last couple of weeks, he had accepted the fact that he had been wrong about Kassandra on so many levels. Yet he realized tonight that he had been no closer to truly understanding her.She had desperately wanted him to say anything other than what he had, he knew. And the force of his own need, of his own desire to offer her anything but the hard truth, had knocked him where he stood.He wanted to wipe away those tears, he wanted to protect her from that grief, he wanted to...and all of it. It had nothing to do with duty.The silence tonight was so different from all the other nights. He had done everything he possibly could to do all that Romanos had asked of him. All the arrangeme

With her heart thundering in her chest, Kassandra opened her eyes as she heard the thud of a door closing.He had brought them to his office. The moment her bottom touched the oak desk, his hands reached for the hem of her blouse.Kassandra looked down. Her breathing was coming so hard that it should have been a loud rattle in the room. His hands disappeared under the yellow silk of her blouse. Those roughened wrists against her midriff, the bulge in his trousers...it was the most decadent sight she had ever seen."Darian, you’re gorgeous," he groaned just as his fingers tugged her bra down with frenzied movements. And then his abrasive palm covered her breast."Oh..." Kassandra slid a little on the desk as he rubbed her aching nipples. Every time he pulled it between his fingers, her sex pulsed.Pushing into his hand, she forgot what she had been about to say. Just his touch was sending her over the edge. Both his hands covered her breasts now. She pulled and kneaded while he murmure

No, his body, he corrected himself, as the feathered strokes of her fingers wreaked hell on his better intentions.She had and would only ever know his body, came the completely pointless and distracting thought.Her soft fingers reached his buttocks and she dug her nails in. sharp and hard. She pushed closer with her bottom until her breasts rasped against his chest. Pleasure burst forth in his belly and the back of his thighs, and he pushed into her wet heat, despite himself.He pulled at her hair roughly, trying to grab her attention. "Stop it," he whispered, fighting the heat building inside, the need clamoring at him to just let go. I don’t want to hurt you. Kassandra, I just... He felt something in him clench tight against her, as if she could wreak infinite hurt on him. "I could not bear it if I hurt you anymore.""Darian, won’t you look at me, please?"The pleading, persuasive tone would have pulled him into hell.He opened his eyes and was lost instantly.Her eyes glittered w

Of course, she had never been able to resist a dare, especially when it came to riling, or in this case, arousing Darian.He had even held out for a few minutes.Her skin on fire, her body craving him, she had refused to back down. She had touched herself, her breasts first, rolling her aching nipples between her fingers, imagining it was those rough fingers of his. like he had begged her to do that first night.A dark color streaked his cheeks, and the pen he had been holding to make notes had clattered to the ground. But still, he hadn’t given in.Her throat had felt like parched paper, her grasp on her emotions tenuous at best. She had become a slave to his will. Even worse, she had become a slave to her own need for him.She threw her hair back, as she had seen one of the models wearing her own creation, and strutted farther into the room. He had lasted another two seconds before he had minimized the screen, marched to her, picked her up, called her his doom, and thrown her agains