Tatiana’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed. She swallowed at his words, staring at the man in disbelief.
“Is he being serious right now?”
Tatiana’s heart fluttered, a sense of tranquility coursing through her.
“Better t-than cookies,” her voice croaked as she blinked several times.
The man didn’t reply. He drew her fragile body to himself and crashed his soft, inviting lips onto hers. Like a volcano, her heart exploded with desire, and she didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.
He trailed his firm hand from her neck to her collarbone, leading her beneath him. His tall and broad frame hovered over hers as their lips moved in sync.
A soft moan escaped her throat when he cupped one of her breasts. His calloused hand massaged, squeezed, and teased her erect nipple, intensifying her desire.
Her hand reached for his hair, tangling her fingers in it and pulling his head closer. His tongue struck deep into her mouth, moving in perfect harmony with hers.
Finally, the kiss broke, but his mouth didn’t leave her as he trailed kisses down her neck. He grazed his teeth over her sweet flesh, then rolled his tongue over the same spot. His hand continued to tease her breast, and her moans filled the air.
She recalled that the man was sick, and yet she was letting him do this? He needed to rest, even though her desire screamed the opposite.
“Cash,” she called out. Despite her effort to make her voice sound neutral, she failed. It came out as a desperate moan, which only made the man’s kisses more possessive.
He captured her breast in his hand and took her nipple into his mouth possessively, sucking and nibbling at it like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
He wasn’t joking when he said she tasted better than cookies. His actions said it all.
“Cash, you need to rest,” she rushed her words. This time, she managed to sound a bit more neutral, though her desire still laced every syllable. The man finally looked up at her without letting go of her breast.
He locked eyes with her and took her nipple into his mouth again. She watched as he sucked her erect nipple, releasing it slowly.
Sexy.
“Oh, fuck,” Tatiana’s body ignited. He was too good.
“Rest?” he questioned, gazing down at her chest with lust. “When your body won’t let me be? Do you know how badly I want to claim you right now?” he whispered, giving the side of her breast a gentle bite. His other hand massaged her other breast.
Her back arched, and she gasped for air. Her body was beyond ready.
His hand slowly trailed down to her most intimate part. She was soaked, her wet core throbbing with anticipation.
“Oh, God!”
“How badly I want to pin your body beneath mine and do all kinds of sinful things,” Cassius continued.
He was at it with his dirty words again. “You’re crazy for my touch. I fucking love the way your body reacts, like it’s made for me.”
“For me,” he whispered seductively into her ear, thrusting three of his fingers into her at once. Her body jerked at the force, and her loud moan of ecstasy pierced the air like a dagger.
He returned his lips to hers, ravishing them to his satisfaction. Tatiana climaxed on his fingers in no time, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him licking off her juices.
A small smile played on his lips, and she blushed hard.
She felt his hardness on her thigh and gazed down at it. He took her chin and made her look back at him.
“I’m fine. We still have time,” he whispered.
Tatiana couldn’t believe she was ready to give herself to him completely, to let him mount her and claim her as his. Though she appreciated the man’s patience, she couldn’t help but wonder why.
“You don’t know me completely yet, Little Rebel,” he whispered again, and Tatiana’s brow creased. He lay beside her and drew her close.
She wanted to ask what he meant, but his voice broke her train of thought.
“Goodnight, Little Rebel.”
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[NEXT MORNING]
“Hi,” Diana greeted the female cop at the front desk. She was in disguise to avoid being recognized.
“Good morning. How may I help you?” the female cop asked politely.
“I’m here to report a… a sexual assault,” her voice trembled, wondering if she was doing the right thing.
“Oh… yeah, please tell me what happened,” the officer said, her tone sympathetic.
“It’s a rape, and if I have strong evidence against him, will he stay in jail forever? He’s a really dangerous man,” Diana said, and the cop’s eyes narrowed.
“For rape, he could spend 15 to 60 years in prison, but if you have more crimes to report with evidence, he could spend even longer.”
“I only have evidence of the rape,” Diana reached for her purse and then stopped. She looked back at the cop and asked, “He’s a rich influencer. I hope he won’t be bailed out. If he is, he’ll come after me.”
“Rest assured, ma’am. You can file for protection,” the cop assured her.
“No, that won’t be enough. That won’t stop him,” Diana shook her head slightly and put the recorder back in her purse. If this got into the wrong hands, her life and her brother’s would be ruined.
The female cop’s eyes flicked to her purse, squinting slightly.
“Ma’am, you need to rest assured…”
“I don’t think this is the right place to come. I’m sorry,” Diana whispered and immediately turned to leave.
“Ma’am,” the cop’s voice trailed off behind her.
As soon as Diana left, the female cop pulled out her phone and made a call.
When Diana got home, she locked her door and took a deep breath. She stepped further into her apartment and felt a strange presence in the room.
Turning around, she spotted Nathan sitting on her couch with his legs crossed. A shocked gasp escaped her lips, and her heart began to race.
“Mr. Nathan… um… hi,” she trembled, clutching her purse tightly. His eyes were fixed on it.
“What’s in the purse?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she shook her head. “Just my phone.”
Nathan’s eyes darkened, sending a chill down her spine. Why was he here? Nathan had never set foot in her apartment before, so why now?
Questions flooded her mind, making it hard for her to breathe.
“Just your phone,” he repeated. “Where are you coming from?”
“Why are you here?” Diana asked, trying to avoid the question. The man’s eyes narrowed with anger as he rose to his feet, approaching her like a predator.
“Diana,” he called out softly, tucking both hands in his pockets.
Each step he took made her heart race faster. Run! Her mind screamed at her, but she found herself unable to move. It was as if her feet were glued to the floor.
“Things happen. Everyone makes mistakes, especially when they’re not in their right mind. That was exactly what happened that day,” he halted before her, their gazes locked. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’ll make amends for my mistake-”
“Then let me go. Set me free,” Diana growled, her eyes reddening with anger.
“Hm,” his lips curled up slightly, as if he had gotten the answer he wanted. She noticed his eyes shift to her purse and immediately wanted to run.
But before she could, Nathan grabbed her hair. He yanked her back, threw her over the couch, and struck her face.
“Fuck you!” he spat, forcefully snatching her purse from her.
He searched inside and found nothing. His eyes narrowed at Diana as he grabbed her neck like a vise and growled, “Where is it?”
“Where is what?” Diana asked, her gaze sharp.
“The fucking evidence you have.”
Diana clenched her jaw. She had been right-the damn police officer had called him.
“There was no evidence. I was just trying to see if the police could help and investigate. But I guess they’re all fools. You should be dragged to the pit of hell, you fucking monster… Argh!” Diana’s lips burst open when he struck her again.
Nathan sighed, sweeping his hair back. He scoffed.
“What got into you, huh?” he asked, grabbing one of her breasts with his palm.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” she yelled, striking his face. She gasped at her own action.
Oh no. What had she done?!