Chapter 19

Why the hell was he here?

It took me a couple of seconds before I remembered Leon sending a message that I’d thought had been to the girl, but it must’ve been to Cass. With that embarrassing knowledge in mind, I opened the door, all the while mentally plotting how I’d beat up Leon if he told Cass anything embarrassing.

Cass’ hair was slightly disheveled from running his hand through it. Dammit. Why did he have to look so fucking good?

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I heard you wanted to talk to me,” he said casually, his hand resting on the door frame as he stared down at me. It wasn’t until I heard his voice after not hearing it in over a week that I realized I’d missed hearing the deep rumble.

I opened my door wider, allowing him to walk past me, all the while vowing to punch Leon.

“You called my dad, Cass. Why would you do such a thing?” It was the safest topic on my list and was something I was still pissed about. I still couldn’t believe he pulled that shit. I leaned back against my door, keeping my distance from Cass as I crossed my arms, figuring it was the safest bet.

“He deserved to know, and you need to take all of this more seriously,” he said, raking his fingers through his hair again, momentarily distracting me. “I wish you could understand how dangerous he is, and I’m not talking about your attacker, but the guy in your class.”

“You don’t think I know that?” I shoved off the door, coming to stand in front of him, annoyed that he was speaking to me like I was an idiot. “Every time I’m around him, nearly all of my instincts are screaming at me to get the hell away. There is something off about this guy. I don’t know what it is, but he isn’t normal.”

His entire body stiffened in response to my rambling words. Shit. If he was this thrown by my suggestion that Ezra wasn’t normal, there was no way he’d be able to handle my theory that Ezra could plant thoughts in my mind.

“The guy is clearly some sort of psychopath or something,” I quickly added, not wanting him to think I was crazy. The jury was still out on whether or not that was the case, but I never wanted Cassius to look at me in such a way.

It took a couple of moments, but Cassius’ rigid posture finally loosened. He closed the gap between us and pulled me into a tight hug. Resting my head on his chest, I sank into the hug, finding I fit perfectly in his arms, almost like I was meant to be there. His hug gave me a comfort I hadn’t known I needed. It had been a long time since I hugged him like this, and I’d forgotten how safe it felt. It was almost like he could protect me from anything.

“Then why have you been fighting me so hard on this?”

I only pulled back enough to look up at him. “Because you didn’t even come talk to me about any of this. You didn’t even ask me if I was okay with it. You just decided you knew what was best for me.” I bit my tongue before I could tack on anything else that might show my insecurities or dredge up the past.

He brushed my hair back from my face and cupped my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to control you. I just need to keep you safe. The thought of something happening to you has been driving me crazy ever since the attack. I know you may not like or understand my methods, but all I’ve been trying to do is keep you out of harm’s way.”

“And pawning me off on your friends is your way of doing it?” Dammit. I hadn’t meant to ask that question.

Understanding filled his expression as it had with Leon. Shit.

Before I could come up with some excuse or distract him, Cassius closed the small distance between us, and his lips met mine. My body came alive from the contact, feeling like pure adrenaline was shot into my body. His tongue plunged into my mouth and stroked my tongue in a teasing touch that had me pressing against him and clawing at his shirt.

He slid his hands down my body until they grasped the back of my thighs, and he lifted me from the ground. Even though I trusted him not to drop me, I still wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed his shoulders. He continued devouring my mouth as he pressed my back against the wall, caging me in, but I didn’t mind.

His hard cocked strained against his jeans and pressed against my throbbing pussy. Shifting my hips, I ground against him, moaning as his straining erection pressed against my clit, and I repeated my actions.

A low groan that almost sounded like a growl rumbled his chest, and I took that as a good sign. Well, until he pulled away with another groan. “This is why I’ve been keeping my distance. You don’t know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you.” His words halted when I ground against him again, his hands tightening on the backs of my thighs.

“I am more than okay with that.” To emphasize I was pro-him-touching me, I kissed him and ground against him again.

“Fuck it,” Cass murmured before pulling me from the wall and carrying me to my bathroom without breaking the kiss. With anyone else, I’d be protesting. Shower sex was not my thing. It was hard to find good traction, and most men didn’t like the water to be too hot, so I ended up freezing. All in all, it was a mess. But with Cass, I’d make the exception. If it meant I could have him right here and now, I’d put aside my feelings about sex in the shower.

I began tugging on his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine. His chest vibrated with a rumbling laugh as he pulled away and pulled off his shirt using one hand. I greedily explored his torso, tracing over the muscles of his abs, chest, and back.

Forming words was impossible for me right now, so when he set me on my feet, all I could do was make a whimpering sound.

He didn’t leave me hanging, he quickly stripped all the clothes from my body until I was standing naked before him. Heat and tingles ran through my body as his gaze skated over me. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured as he closed the distance between us once again.

Eager to finally see him naked, I unbuttoned his jeans and began tugging them down his hips. With his help, he was soon as naked as I was, and all my focus was on his hard cock. “Umm, I don’t think that’ll fit,” I murmured as trepidation and excitement flooded my body. My pussy was aching for his cock as my arousal pooled between my thighs. Although, my pussy would probably be aching in a much different way after this.

He was fucking huge, like I didn’t think I’d be able to wrap my entire hand around the base kind of huge.

A smug smirk tugged on his lips as he backed me into the shower stall. “Trust me, you’ll be able to take me.”

I seriously doubted that, but I was more than willing to try. Breaking my vagina seemed more than worth it.

He turned on the water to hot and picked me up again, his cock brushing my entrance as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The tile wall was cool against my back as he caged me against the wall. His cock slipped through my folds and brushed against my clit. My hips jerked against him as I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the wall. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he repeated his actions, and pressure began building in my core as my moans and gasps filled the shower.

His movements halted as he lined up his cock with my entrance, pausing until I made eye contact with him. “Ready?”

“Please don’t break my vagina.” I hadn’t meant to say those words, but where was the lie?

Cass chuckled as he pressed his thumb on my clit and circled the nub. “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

The walls of my pussy stretched around him as he eased inside, going slow to try and ease the pain. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sting as he met resistance, even though he had more than enough lubrication from how soaked I was.

He paused his movements, dropping his forehead against mine as he grunted. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” I said with a groan. While my pussy burned from stretching to accommodate his size, and I was pretty sure he was only halfway in, there was no way in hell I wanted this to end. The sting was manageable, and as long as he wasn’t rough, I think my vagina would survive this.

My eyes were squeezed shut as I sucked in sharp breaths until he was fully seated inside of me.

“Are you alright?” His words were spoken between heavy breaths as he held still to let me adjust to his size.

At first, I couldn’t speak, focusing on breathing through the burn. I’d never felt this full, almost complete, in my entire life. It was still mind-blowing that his cock managed to fit inside my pussy. As the seconds went by, the burn began to ease, and my tense muscles began relaxing. “I’m good.”

Cass kept his movements slow, sliding his cock out slowly and making shallow thrusts. The pain was almost completely gone and replaced by pleasure every time his cock brushed along my walls, managing to hit my g-spot.

As I relaxed against the wall, letting the buzzing pleasure build in my stomach, he picked up his pace and began slamming into me harder and harder, which had me crashing into my first orgasm. The back of my head stung from throwing my head back into the wall a little too hard as I unraveled from the blinding pleasure.

“Ouch,” I muttered after coming down from my high.

Cass’ chuckle vibrated through his chest and into mine, only heightening the experience. “What am I going to do with you?” He sounded more amused than anything else as he dropped a kiss on my neck.

“Give me a second orgasm?”

A grin tugged at his lips as he picked up his pace, having slowed down as I came before.

His body was built, with muscular arms and a six-pack, but the strength he was displaying still impressed me. Most guys wouldn’t have the stamina to keep this up, and I wasn’t only talking about holding me aloft.

As I quickly approached my second orgasm, he let go of my ass and began brushing his thumb over my clit, all the while not missing a beat in his thrusts. When he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I unraveled once again, and buzzing pleasure raced through my entire body. This time, I managed not to smash my head against the wall as I rode out the intense, soul-searing pleasure.

I was just coming down from my high, clamping down on his cock, when he pulled out of my pussy. His cum shot out of his cock, hitting my stomach as he dropped his forehead against mine and groaned out my name.

I guess it was a good thing we were already in the shower.

“I told you you’d be able to take me.”

Our breaths were heavy as we stared at each other for what felt like a couple of minutes before he set me on shaky legs. It was surprising they held me up. He somehow was able to figure out which body wash was mine, pouring it onto his hands and rubbing it over my body.

After cleaning the cum from my stomach, he took care to brush his fingers over my oversensitive pussy and clit, and managed to wring another orgasm out of me. I was impressed that I didn’t fall over as I dried off and wrapped my towel around myself since I wasn’t in the mood to get dressed.

Cass guided me to the sofa and pulled me onto his lap as he sat. His serious expression had a knot of unease forming in my stomach. Please tell me he didn’t regret having sex with me. “Is everything alright?” My voice was quiet and hesitant, and I hated that I was showing my insecurities.

“I have something I need to show you—something you need to know. I should’ve told you a while ago, but I kept putting it off, and I’m sorry for that. With everything that’s been going on lately, I’ve recently discovered all I’m doing is putting you in more danger by keeping you in the dark.”

My eyebrows knitted together as I tried to make sense of his words. “You’re not making any sense. Tell me what?”

“It’ll all make sense this weekend. Trust me, this is something you’ll need to see for yourself to believe.” As he spoke, he rubbed small circles on my hip. “Can you get off work this weekend? We’ll have to leave town and probably won’t make it back until Sunday night.”

I didn’t ask any questions. He probably wouldn’t answer them anyway and instead nodded.

“I’ll pick you up on Saturday at three.” He hesitated for a moment, searching my face. “Will you do something for me tomorrow?”

I gave a hesitant nod, curious about his request, especially since he’d never made a request before.

“None of us will be able to walk you home from class tomorrow; our plans can’t be rearranged. I know this is a big ask, but can you skip your mythology class tomorrow and not leave your dorm after nightfall?”