Chapter 4 4: Reclaiming Her
With a single, rough movement, he peeled the remaining clothes from my body, leaving me completely exposed to him.
My hands instinctively attempted to cover. He didn't let me.
“I told you,” He pressed his weight upon me, growling in my ears.
“I need you without restrictions.”
I could feel it deep in my bones, it was not affection.
He was claiming rights.
Still, I was senselessly requiring more of the euphoria he inflicted on my body.
He was well aware of my weak spots, using them to his advantage so I will scream his name only.
“But—”
“Shh,”
Pulling back just enough to look at me, he smoothly undressed, stripping himself down until his desirable, lethal body was fully exposed.
Caging my hands above my head while positioning himself at my entrance, hard and pulsing.
I almost relaxed but without a warning, or giving me a moment to prepare myself, he slammed inside me.
“Cassian—!” I screamed, reacting immediately to the sudden rush of pain, “Give me a moment—”
“Shut up.” He hissed, sinking his teeth on my neck, leaving angry, hot marks to seal his claim.
Without reducing the rhythm, Cassian continued thrusting, implanting his seal on me inside and outside.
My initial whimpers slowly converted to pants. My body took agonizing time to adjust to his pace and incredible length.
Did he forget his size?
“Argh– Please! Cassian–” I cried out, shaking under him when the pain melted quickly into desperate pleasure.
“Do you have any idea how much I waited for this, Valoria?”
Sweat collected on his forehead, falling onto my cheek as he lost his own breath, yet he showed no intention of slowing.
“It’s alright, Darling, I know you can take it.” He whispered.
Kissing me everywhere, my shoulders, my collarbone, helping my body adjust to the storm he unleashed.
I shut my eyes and bore with it.
The jealousy was transparent.
He was doing this to rip Ethel’s essence from me, to claim every part of my body and soul for himself.
But he had no idea: no man could ever be as skilled as him.
Eventually, the tingle was replaced with an inexplicable amount of gratification.
“Yes–Yes, Don’t stop, Cassian!”
He pumped at a perfect pace, pouring all the pent-up lust he had held back for years into every thrust.
The whimpers converted into a thundering moan, demanding more of it, more of him.
“Please, please, keep going! I am near!”
Freeing my hands and dragging them on his muscular shoulders, pressing his body into mine.
“Me too.”
Heartbeats syncing with him when powers within me doubled.
The pact was doing its work.
The more pleasure he receives from me, the more it grants me power.
A depraved contract.
One I hated.
One I needed.
I lifted my leg to place it over his shoulder to fuck me deeper, harder.
“Oh, Cassian, I am cumming!”
“Me too, Valoria! Me too!” He choked out.
Biting onto my shoulder which made me liberate a cry, shaking violently from the pleasure.
Soon, the electric knot was released as we both reached our climax.
Panting, we both took a moment to compose ourselves, staring at each other’s messy condition.
“Fuck…”
Pleased to find me under him, Cassian observed my body, placing his large hand under my leg to kiss my ankle.
“So tell me, was Ethel any better than me?” He asked the question he held at the edge of his tongue all this time.
Acting, I rolled my eyes, “Hmm, you were fine too,”
He became serious, pulling my leg to press me harder into the mattress.
My breaths caught up in my throat, startled at the warning stare.
“Do you want to go for another round to change that perspective?”
Hovering over me, he was about to flip me but I shook my head innocently, placing my hand over his heart, genuinely exhausted.
“No. I was kidding. You are…” Biting my bottom lip, I muttered the truth.
“Unmatched.”
Ending in a victorious smirk, he gave my ass a spank before plopping beside me.
“Good,”
I stared at the ceiling afterwards.
‘I must bear with this, for my purpose,’ I convinced my heart.
If surviving meant chaining myself to the devil who once destroyed me...
Then I would become the devil's favorite sinner.
“So—”
He was about to pull me into a hug, but I placed my hand sternly between us.
“Just because I let you fuck me, doesn’t mean I have forgiven you, Cassian. This is only the necessary part of the deal.”
He stopped, his expression tightening as if he wanted to argue, but he groaned.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
“Hmph,”
Rolling my eyes, I shifted towards the wall as exhaustion washed over me and before I knew it, I fell into a deep slumber.
After resting well, my mind was better, I could perceive better.
I woke before dawn, staring into nothingness when the side of my bed felt empty.
My body ached, but beneath the sealed deal, a powerful, raw energy pulsed.
The weakness of rejection was gone.
I sat up, the euphoric memory of last night, a clear, strategic map in my mind.
His pleasure. My power.
His command. My obedience.
His desire. My revenge.
A wrong contract, but I wouldn’t accept defeat, not this time.
I would show those who wronged me that I would rise, by all means necessary.
My eyes moved across the room and saw Cassian was already dressed, pulling on a black leather jacket, back to his dominant posture.
His fierce scarlet eyes met mine. Swallowing hard, I sat up, covering my exposed self with the duvet
“Get dressed, Darling,” he commanded, facing me fully, “We are leaving,”
I yawned, “Why?”
“The Skyfall Pack is preparing for the marking ceremony.”
“Marking ceremony?” I repeated, savoring the sound of the word as a vengeful smile emerged on my lips.
Arching an eyebrow seductively, I glanced at Cassian who understood my intentions and enunciated in a dangerous laugh.
“A ceremony they won't finish.”
