8 ~ The First Wave of Pleasure

Cassandra POV

"Can you bring my brother back?"

There was complete silence between us after that.

I didn't know what came to my mind when I asked him. He was the orderer of my brother's murder by his Butlers and I was falling for him.

Even after knowing all the circumstances, my heartfelt pain when I saw the hurt on his face. This was immensely shocking and strange for me.

Why the hell do I feel that way looking at him in pain?

“No one can, He is dead and trusts me he deserved it,”

He said with a stiff face and I looked at him with shock.

“He didn't deserve it, you do,” I screamed and shivered.

He took a deep breath and stood up from the bed.

“I do not owe you any explanation,” He stated and walked forward to me.

I felt angry all of sudden. My nerves started burning and all I wanted was to kill him right away. My cheeks turned hot along with my skin and I roared.

“Murderers don't have reasons for their sin,” I stated.

I was filled up with rage all of a sudden. I didn't know but remembering the dead body of my brother, I wanted to kill this person right now. And this was a very good chance.

My eyes raked around and my sight landed on the fruit knife. My fingers instantly grabbed it and aimed at his naked, beasty chest.

But, before it could pierce his thick flesh, he handheld my wrist to protect himself and pushed me against the hard walls. The rough texture of the wall felt uncomfortable against my back as he pushed me tightly and caged me between his steel hands. Gripping my wrist tightly, he made the knife fall off my hold and looked into my eyes.

The moment his green orbs met mine, I felt as if someone had poured cold water over the burning lava. He came closer, pushing my hands behind me and stood taller against me. My breathing started becoming uneven as he muttered.

“One day, you will thank me for killing your brother,”

His voice was slow and dangerous. But, it had some kind of surety. I didn't know why he thought so or said so. My brother was the most caring to me. He brought me up like parents.

Pulling me out of the chain of thoughts, he tightened his grip around me. My chest crushed into his steel strong chest as he pulled me even closer and my eyes dived into his green oceans.

They turned soft, the hair falling over his forehead making him more dangerous and attractive.

He pushed me against the wall and I felt his lips coming closer to my ear. They brushed against my cheek and a thousand butterflies erupted in my stomach. I blinked nervously as this was something I never felt and it was hell affecting me.

Feeling weak in my knees, I tried to protest.

But, the hold was so tight that I could barely move.

“You need to learn to be calm before becoming my favourite Whore. If you don't want things to be rough, be disciplined. I do not like a beautiful girl like you to be angry,” His voice was so deep and intriguing, that my lashes were forced closed and my mouth hung open when it breathed near my cheek.

“What do the whore do?” His magic worked on me as I submitted to him just with the closeness.

He brushed my cheek knowingly and my head tilted sidewards feeling the softness. Compressing the anticipating sound coming from my mouth, I tried to be normal.

“They submit themselves to the master, trust them and enjoy the pleasure he will give. But, never question him,” He informed me and I feel some throbbing in my core. Pressing my thighs together, I moaned at the kiss he made on my cheek.

“Submit yourself to me, Princess,”

Princess, he called me princess, my stomach twisted and sucked on my lower lip.

“Say, yes,”

He commanded in his soft voice.

I didn't know what he was doing with me? But, I was unable to say ‘No’ for anything. His aura was so dominant, dangerous yet exciting that it made me say ‘Yes’ for anything he wanted.

“Say it, and I will make you mine forever,”

He pressed his lips against my cheek, travelling down my neck and I took a deep breath. My body arched backwards to meet his height, my head falls sidewards unknowingly giving me access to him. His warm and wet lips sucked on my collarbone and I moaned louder this time. I lost all the control over my action as the King claimed his possession not just on my body but on my soul.

His one hand held both my hands tightly behind me and I felt his other hand cupping my neck. The rough texture of it made me insane and I felt wetness down in my core. I blinked nervously as I lost the last ounce of my sanity when he muttered softly.

“Say Yes, I can’t control now,” There was some kind of authority in my voice that made me say it.

“Yes, make me yours, please,”

I literally begged, feeling impatient with the new feelings and sensations.

He sucked on my neck and pressed my neck, a louder moan escaped my mouth as I shut my eyes close. His hand loosened the hold of my wrists and his lips travelled slowly to my chest.

Escaping my hands from his hold, I snaked his shoulder as he sucked on my chest.

“Ryan,” I moaned.

His lips in a moment reached to my neck and he deepened his suck a little harshly. His breath turned wild as his fingers moved to the threads of my own. I shivered as my brain realised that he was pulling off the knot of my own.

The shoulders of my gown loosened and softly he inserted his hand inside. I felt the warmness of his rough hand against midriff. The shoulder of my dress fell off revealing my breasts.

He took a pause to look into my eyes. Opening my eyes I looked at his face, he turned even more dangerous and attractive. His lips turned dark pink glaring at mine. Lifting a gaze from my lips to the eyes, he sucked on his lower lip a little. His thumb slowly brushed my lip, his lips came closer to me dangerously. I closed my eyes waiting for his next move but suddenly.

He turned me. My naked breast felt the cold texture of the walls. I shivered as he pushed into the wall, leaning into my nape. His hand held my hair together and angled my face as his lips reached the most sensitive area of my nape.

He sucked, deeply and harshly. His hand reached to my breast cupping my bosom. I moaned louder.

“Ryan, please,”

My voice was more like begging. I was submitting myself to him insanely not even knowing where all this would end.

His fingers danced across my erected bud, gaining all my concentration there leading to race my heartbeats to no extent. He did know how to play with me.

Slowly, he pressed my hardened bud between his fingers and I felt a shiver running down my spine. My mouth hung open. I felt goosebumps all over my chest. He did it again as I felt immense wetness down in my core.

I moaned louder and I felt his kiss on my nape.

“You are so fucking reactive to my touch, I love it,” His slow voice made me realise how much he was enjoying this slow torture on me.

Cupping my bosom, he pressed his hand, another wave of shiver ran down my spine. I breathed deeply and wildly confirming the loss of my leftover sanity.

But, he wasn't done yet.

He snaked his arms around me, and without any extra effort pulled me up from the ground. Walking a few steps, he sat on the couch in front of a table. Keeping me in his lap, he made my back crash into his naked chest when he adjusted us on the couch.

Leaning into the side of my neck, he kissed, sucked me harder.

His other hand, grabbing the fabric of my gown, pulled it up revealing my legs. I felt timid but he was determined to make me more vulnerable right now. His hand grabbed my thigh and placed my feet against the edge of the table. His hand on my thighs made me even more excited now and to make me insane to another level right now, he moved them slowly towards my core.

I looked into his dangerous eyes over my shoulder. He looked into mine. Slowly, I felt his finger brushing my untouched part. I blinked nervously as I wasn't able to accept it nor I was in a condition to protest. He brushed his lips against my cheek as he muttered slowly into my ear.

“Do you like this?” He asked when his fingers slowly traced the region.

I sucked on my lips as the sensations travelled to each of my nerves. I rolled my toes when the wave of shiver hit me as he pressed a little pressure touching my core. My eyes shut close and I hid my face into the side of his neck. My fingers fisted his wrist, showing my scariness and excitement altogether.

He started making a few strokes slowly and I arched my body in his lap. My mouth hung open, my head fell backwards, moaning louder.

“Ahhhhh, Ryan,”