Last night, Easton had Cassidy pinned down, leaving kiss marks all over her body, from her neck down to her thighs. Ryder had just noticed the marks on the back of her neck. Feeling anxious, Cassidy reminded herself to be more careful next time.
Easton stared at that small patch of skin, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing together as if trying to remember the smooth, soft feel from the night before.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Cassidy, I need to talk to you about some company stuff."
"Sure," Cassidy replied, not thinking much of it. She assumed Easton really wanted to discuss business, so she led him to the study.
Easton closed the door behind them, and Cassidy heard the sound of the lock clicking.
"Why'd you lock the door?" she asked, turning around, but he immediately pressed her down on the desk.
Cassidy's long, glossy hair spread out on the desk like a fan. She looked up at Easton, confused and a bit scared, her face flushed and her chest rising and falling.
Easton lifted her shirt, pushing her bra up along with it. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them roughly. "I helped you out with a problem. Don't you think I deserve a reward?"
She grabbed his wrist. "Wait, what's gotten into you?"
They had been at it all night, why did he want to go again in the morning? Cassidy didn't get an answer, but her body felt every one of his actions.
His fingers pinched her nipples until they hardened. Easton lowered his head, sucking on her breasts, his tongue flicking her nipples, and his teeth gently biting them.
Cassidy tilted her head back and moaned, reaching out to push his head away, but when she touched his head, she couldn't help but press it down, wanting him to take more of her breast.
Her desire was ignited, and she forgot where she was, reaching out to grab his pants. She quickly felt his hard erection, reminding her of everything that happened last night.
Her mind cleared for a moment, and she quickly pulled her hand back, remembering she wanted to push him away.
But driven by desire, her hand pressed against his chest, lacking the strength to push him away. Her words came out in broken sentences. "Easton, stop, we can't, no, if you want a reward, I can give you something else."
Easton ignored her protests and pulled down her pants. Her vagina was already wet, and Easton rubbed her clit. Cassidy became more aroused, and her fluids quickly covered his hand.
Lifting his head from her chest, he raised his hand, glistening with her arousal, for Cassidy to see. "Your body doesn't seem to want me to stop."
Cassidy didn't expect him to do that. She turned her head away, not wanting to look at his hand, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look.
Easton rubbed his fingers together, and the fluids on his hand dripped onto her body. Thinking that the fluids on his hand came from her vagina, Cassidy's face turned red. She wished she could run out of the study right now!
But Easton didn't give her that chance. He forced Cassidy to look at his hand, while his gaze fell on her slender neck. Her skin was so delicate; Ryder had only pinched it for a moment, and her neck already had marks.
Who did Ryder think he was, daring to touch her and leave marks on her body?
Easton looked at the small patch of reddened skin on her neck. As Cassidy thought of escaping, he lowered his head and bit that patch of skin. He sucked on that patch of skin hard, determined to erase the marks Ryder had left on her.
Cassidy felt the pain and let out a scream, but soon, the scream turned into a moan. "Easton, be gentle, don't leave too many hickeys," she whispered softly.
Easton didn't respond. He pulled down his pants, and his erection pressed against Cassidy's moist entrance. He spread her legs, and his member immediately slid into her, feeling her warmth envelop him.
Cassidy's long moan echoed in the empty study, giving Easton a psychological thrill as his member inside her became even harder. He lifted her full buttocks and thrust deeply, his forcefulness always making her feel like she was going to fall off the desk.
This feeling of having no support was uncomfortable, and Cassidy had the urge to refuse again. "Easton, I don't want to do this anymore; please let me go."
Easton paused for only a second, then his thrusting speed increased. The pleasure almost immediately invaded her brain, making her unable to say words of refusal.
"Slow down, I'm going to fall, Easton, slow down." To prevent herself from falling, she lifted one leg and placed it on Easton's waist, and it also made it easier for Easton's member to move in and out of her.
Cassidy tilted her head back and moaned, the leg on his waist starting to slip. Easton noticed her discomfort, grabbed her waist, and lifted her body to prevent her from falling.
After confirming she wouldn't fall off the desk, Cassidy became more involved in the lovemaking, her rationality almost completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Cassidy, are you happy being the head of the family?" Easton suddenly asked.
Cassidy couldn't hear Easton's question, her brain almost losing the ability to think, until he patiently repeated it and, on the third time, thrust forcefully, momentarily restoring her clarity.
"Of course, I'm happy!" Cassidy screamed, "Because I'm the head of the family, Ryder doesn't dare to act recklessly!"
Easton chuckled, "It seems you think being the head of the family is easy."
"Yes, it's really easy!" She said it on purpose, just because she didn't want to show weakness in front of Easton.
Easton instantly understood her thoughts and directly bit her chest.
Cassidy wanted to complain, but before she could speak, her rationality was once again taken over by pleasure.
After it was over, Cassidy lay on the desk, feeling like she had lost control of her body.
Easton was too dominant. When it came to making love, he couldn't hear her refusals at all. Or rather, her refusals were invitations to him. Each of his thrusts made Cassidy feel like her soul was going to shatter.
While she was wiping her body with a tissue, Easton suddenly remembered something.
"In three days, the Moore family will hold a wedding. Our two families have always had a good relationship. As the head of the family, you must attend."
With Easton's reminder, Cassidy recalled the invitation from the Moore family that was still in her room.
In the past, she always attended events as the wife of the family head. This was the first time she would attend as the head of the family, making Cassidy a bit nervous and even wanting to decline.
But she had to maintain the friendly relationship between the two families, and Mrs. Moore had been very kind to her, helping her at some events.
Easton saw her thoughts from her expression, "You must attend."
Cassidy sighed silently, "I know, I will."