Chapter 32 Delete The Video
"Delete the video," Cassian spoke, his eyes fixed on Dante that's in the video call. "It shouldn't get to Canada."
Dante laughed from the background, smoke curling from his cigarette as he leaned near the screen.
"Why? You are protecting her, by making sure Sara doesn't see the video?"
Cassian stared at him blankly, hating the fact that he had to seek Dante's help.
"Fucking delete it."
Dante put out his cigarette and looked at Cassian. "You owe me one."
Cassian almost rolled his eyes, but had to stop himself.
He didn't take his eyes off Dante as Dante pinched the keyboard, hacking into the systems of the journalist that covered the event.
Videos like this don't take time to spread, especially not the one where Cassian's secretary was found in his hand. The press are always looking for what to talk about, and he's not scared Sara will see the video. He's worried about Lalissa. She just accepted that she's deep into him, and someone as slow-witted as her would definitely feel heavier guilt and get scared if her mom finds out.
Let things remain the way they are for now. Sooner or later, she'll be the one claiming him publicly as hers.
"Done."
Dante's voice brought him back to reality.
"The video is gone. Sara wouldn't have to see her daughter in her fiancé's arms," Dante made sure to stretch his sentence, seeing to it that Cassian felt it in him.
"What are you guys talking about?" Natasha came into the background, a huge smile kissing her lips as she saw Cassian's face.
"You're in Dante's house?" Cassian asked.
"Felt bored at my place, so..." she sat beside Dante, and shifted the laptop to herself. "I thought of sleeping over at his place. Not a bad idea, right?"
Cassian hummed, the ruffling sound of the bed taking his eyes away from the screen as they landed on his bed.
Lalissa was there, deeply asleep that she didn't know when she kicked the duvet off her leg.
His eyes locked on her feet, and he strangely didn't know why, but seeing the feet was sending live wires through him.
They looked too small, but fitting for her stature, whitish, making them look cute and innocent. Yes, seeing her feet has unlocked a knowledge in him. Feet look innocent, toes make them look cute, and the weirdest kink that aroused in him was corrupting those little feet of hers.
Have them in his mouth, using both his teeth and tongue to get her pleading at his mercy. His imaginations hit harder, the thought of their natural scent made his cock pulse and for a moment, he forgot he was on a video call—with his best friends. The only thing he could see was her feet under his torture. The fantasies grew deeper, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes while he makes her plead for his mercy at her feet.
Damn.
His head sparkled, the strong urge to push off the laptop, climb the bed, feel the feet in his palm, sniffing in every scent the feet carried, kissing the sole, before running his tongue against them. Those actions would wake her up, and by the time she realizes it, he must have been so deep into her.
"No," he groaned in a low tone, suddenly regretting why he didn't go easy on her.
Hours of fucking her in the explorable places in the room. The tub, sink, toilet seat, and now he's suddenly craving to unleash his new fantasies—so painfully that hours of achieving it in his head would send him straight to the mental asylum... The one asylum only she is capable of sending him to.
"Cassian!"
He jerked back to reality, eyes darkening at the reality of his situation.
She's tired. He's craving for her again.
"What are you thinking about?" Natasha raised her brow.
"I'll talk to you later," he said, and made to end the call when Natasha stopped him.
"You want to end the call? I just got here."
His hand stopped inches away from the keyboard, frustration swirling in his eyes as he gave her the what look.
"What video were you both discussing about?"
"You are there with him. He should tell you," Cassian replied, trying so hard not to lose his control.
"What's with the tone?" Natasha asked, leaning close to the screen as she scrutinized Cassian. "Am I... bothering you?"
Dante exhaled, held her shoulders and pulled her back to the couch. "He might be sleepy. You know he's there for business."
Natasha nodded slowly without taking her eyes off Cassian.
Cassian was about to end the call when Natasha spoke up again, her expression turning serious.
"What of your soon-to-be stepdaughter? Lalissa."
Cassian's finger froze for a few seconds, his eyes meeting with Natasha's own.
"Tasha," Dante called out noticing the cold tension between them. "Why are you asking that? She's his secretary, and—"
"Exactly!" Natasha smiled. "It's not wrong of me to ask about my friend's employees. Besides, I wanted to know how hard it is for Cassian to start raising a young lady as his daughter."
"And I believe that is a problem I can handle on my own." He clicked the end button, heaving a sigh as he had gotten bored of the conversation.
Closing the laptop, the low breath of Lalissa called his attention, and he looked at her again.
She was facing the side, hands crossed under her cheeks, and legs crossed as well while her hair rested on the side of her face.
Cassian stood dressing his shirt and pants. He walked to the switch and turned off the fluorescent light, making it dim.
He stood beside the bed, his eyes locked on her slightly pouted lips.
Running his hand along his hair, he laid on the bed without taking his eyes off her lips.
If only she knows how much seeing her in this vulnerable state makes him want to change that moment until she starts looking like sin when sleeping.
He raised her head a bit, and placed his hand under her head.
She sucked in a deep breath, sucking her lower lip.
It made a low sound as she stopped.
The lips turned pink, making it extremely tempting, and inviting for a kiss.
Cassian's head banged everytime he looked at her. How could someone be so tempting even in her sleep?
Fuck it.
He brought his face closer to hers, catching her scent as he pressed his lips as gently as he could in an attempt not to wake her.
His eyes stayed open, studying her reaction.
Then, he started moving his lips at the slowest pace he would have never done if she were awake. Slower than when her naïve self would kiss him.
She was having a slight difficulty in breathing.
Cassian tried to stop—tried to pull back, but her struggles made the kiss.
His eyes were glued to her face taking note of the little reactions she made. Words escaped her throat, lids battled, nose scrunched up, feeling something soft against her lips.
She lifted her eyes, her vision slightly drowsy, but felt the strong arms of someone wrapped around her and pressing her too hard to a body.
"W..." the words choked on her throat, the kiss getting more intense.
Her vision cleared, and her eyes met the cold pair of grey eyes locked on her as he feasted on her lips.
She took her hand to his chest, and tried to push him away.
He held her hand, and pinned it above her head.
Turning her around, he came on top of her before breaking the kiss.
Lalissa was breathing heavily, eyes holding more words than her mouth could say.
"It's late," she whispered, pushing her lower lip in her mouth as she tasted whatever flavor his lips had.
"What are you doing to me, Lissa?" he asked, his voice rough like he'd snap the last thread of control he's holding in him.
"What am I doing to you?" Lalissa whispered innocently, her eyes darting to the ticking clock.
3:00 am.
Cassian brought his lips to her ear, and ran his tongue along her soft earlobe.
Lalissa's chest rose while her hand wriggled in his grip. His tongue sent tingling sensations all over her, making her stomach drop.
"You have no idea," he growled low, kissing her throat. "The type of fire you set Daddy on."
He pressed his abdomen against her hip.
Lalissa's eyes widened, and her cheeks turned crimson as she felt his cock on her.
He was already so hard. How the hell did he get so hard when she was sleeping? And the thickness was sending her stupid cunt responding even though she feels sore.
She took her eyes away from him. "Cass... I... It's late," she stuttered as embarrassment swallowed her.
"Daddy's cock doesn't care about time." He bucked his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against her folds through her panties.
The corner of his lips twitched as he placed his lips on hers for a short kiss. "Even your little cunt doesn't care about time."
Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he used his hardened cock, and pushed her panties to the side.
Lalissa's body ached, a jolt of pure adrenaline flooding through her system as his hardness slowly parted her folds which were opening on their own.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, lips parted as she tried to speak, but met a very hard thrust.
"Ahh!"