The Price Of A Lie

The Price Of A Lie
Ivy’s POV

For a heartbeat, Cassian didn’t move. My words hung between us like smoke—heavy, suffocating. There was no way in hell I could take it back anymore.

Then he tilted his head, studying me with that cruel smirk on his lips that made every inch of my skin crawl. “Say that again,” he murmured, soft but sharp enough to cut.

My lips trembled. “I said… maybe I don’t want to wait for our wedding night anymore. I want you to fuck me right here.”

His mouth twitched, the corners curving just enough to show he loved everything he was hearing now. “You surprise me, Ivy,” he said quietly, taking a step closer. “I thought you only wanted to keep your distance from me till we get married.”

My throat closed. I tried to say something but no words would come out. Cassian’s eyes darkened into something dangerous. He stood his ground and didn’t respond but I could see that my words were affecting him. His breathing was getting faster and his frown was gone as he watched me closely.

I moved a bit closer and let my breasts brush against his chest. I felt his nipples harden under his shirt as he took a breath. As if he was trying to hold himself back.

“I don’t know what I was thinking when I said that” I spoke as I let my hands run across his chest. I could smell his skin now and found myself wondering just what it would feel like to let Cassian fuck me. “Maybe you’re right,” I whispered as I leaned forward towards his neck.

My lips brushed against him slightly as I added a few words. “Maybe you can fuck me more than Adrain ever could.” I had his full attention now because he wasn’t moving— he was barely breathing. I let my tongue trail across his skin moved a bit lower, rubbing my hips against his softly, “and maybe I want you to show me just how far you can go to prove it.” I let the words hang in the air as my lips traveled down his neck.

“You want me to show you?” he asked. But I ignored his words as I slowly began to undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one. With each button, I exposed more of his broad chest and continued to run kisses along his body. His chest was strong and hard, with dark hair that clung to it like wallpaper.

I stopped, raising my head a bit, and ran my tongue along his hard nipples. He exhaled a sharp breath that sent chills through me and slowly, his hands found their way to my waist and I felt him run his hands along my hips. I could see him responding to every one of my touches, even though I felt disgusted by doing this. But there was no other option than this.

When I undid the last button, I pulled his shirt out of his pants and gently removed it from him. “Fuck me Cassian….please fuck me”, I said as my hands reached for his belt and took it off in one swift motion. “I think I’m just a little slut who needs to be fucked.” For a second he didn’t move, and I wondered if he was going to stop me.

But I kept grazing his neck and kissing him as my hands unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down to the floor, revealing his huge thick cock. “And your fiancé wants your thick, long cock,” I said as I slid my hands along his dick and was rewarded with his deep guttural moan. As I stroked his cock, his hands began to slide down my hips and behind my ass. I leaned against his body and pressed my lips against his neck.

He reached his hand down behind me and squeezed my tight ass, “That's why you came here?” He asked as his hands slid under my dress. “You just want to be fucked me?”

Before I could part my lips to answer, my dress was over my head and joining his clothes on the floor. A shameful moan escaped my mouth as his hands slid back down my body and over my hips. His fingers slid down to my pussy, and he played with it, teasing it mercilessly. He pulled it in different motions, grinding the thin fabric of my panties into my clit and brushing his fingers along my wet cunt. 

Soon, I found my painties on the floor with the rest of the clothes. He ran his hands behind me, pulling my hips against his erect cock as I grinded against him, feeling his hard cock rub against my clit. Slowly, he knelt and spread my legs wide open. 

He knelt in front of me and I knew he could tell that I was dripping wet. I closed my eyes, ready to bear the disgust and be fucked by Cassian as he gently ran his fingers along my pussy, sliding them up and down.

“You’re so fucking wet, Ivy. Aren’t you?” He said, more to himself than me as his fingers found their way to my clit. He teased my tiny, swollen bud and my breathing became ragged. I couldn’t believe that another man was driving me crazy in a way that only Adrain did.

“Y….yes Cassian, I’m so wet for you,” I moaned against him. The sensation was overwhelming as I realized that I was writhing in front of him, my hips pushing up to his fingers, wanting more, needing to feel him inside me. 

“God….your sweet little tight pussy is just waiting to be fucked by me,” he said, as his fingers slid deeper. “Oh….fuck….” I groaned, as hands slammed against the wall. He slid another finger inside me, and I felt the mix of disgust and desire burning inside me. He was watching me as his fingers slid in and out, massaging my clit with his thumb.

“You’re so tight,” he said in wonder. As much as I hated to admit it, Cassian was driving me crazy and didn’t even seem to realize it. “I’m going to enjoy fucking your sweet little pussy.”