Chapter 91: First Name

Arihya POV

I did say it, because one, he’d goaded it from me, and two, I was a glutton for punishment.

“You’re an asshole.”

I was expecting it, but I still had to hold in a gasp when he smacked me between the legs.

Dark satisfaction crawled up from where I’d hidden her deep inside, fiery-red hair and.all.

“Anything else?”

Defiance ignited inside me, but I bit my tongue and.shook my head.

“Good,” he murmured, his gaze lazy, before sucking at my clit.

It still throbbed with pain, but the wet heat of his mouth was electrifying, setting my entire body on fire.

The pressure built and built as he continued to draw out my release for as long as he could. I cried out, squirming against his immovable hold.

I wanted to run my hands all over him, but I knew, if I touched his precious hair he’d stop. So, I rested a hand over his on my thigh, locking my fingers with his, and in pure, mindless lust, tugged at my hair with the other.

Sparks burned hotter, and then, suddenly, the pressure exploded. I came so hard my ears rang, pulling all sounds underwater. I closed my eyes and struggled to catch my breath. A languid sensation pulled on my muscles, and I’d never felt such peace come over me. He said something,.but I couldn’t hear a word of it.

My eyes fluttered open to see his on me. His breathing was uneven, and his gaze was filled with something soft and dark that I wasn’t sure I wanted to understand.

He was much different than a man I would choose in a crowd, but maybe that was why I found him so appealing.

He terrified me a little bit, and I always did like to live on the edge. Crawling to my knees, I knelt in front of him, rested my hands on his chest, and pressed my lips to his neck. The

small taste made me feel dizzy. I kissed him from his ear down to his collar, and he inhaled a heavy breath.

I tried to undo his tie, but he stopped me by grabbing my wrist. He held onto it as I went lower, running my face down his stomach, kissing his abs through his shirt. His hand settled in my hair, running through my locks.

The ringing of a phone cut through the air. He stilled, and I knew that if he got up, this was over. I wasn’t ready. Rrring, rrring, rrring. With my eyes on him, I licked his erection through his pants. He let out a rough noise of frustration. When I reached for his belt buckle, he grabbed my wrist again.

I moaned in protest as he pulled away from me and walked to his jacket, which hung on the back of a chair in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window. I lay on my stomach and watched him answer the call. “Cassian.”

His eyes didn’t stray from me as he spoke on the phone and I thought I could hear a Elena on the other line, and it didn’t sound like he was speaking any language I understood.

“How is she?” He was quiet for a while before a spark of frustration lit in his eyes. “I’ll be

there tomorrow.” He hung up and silence swept into the room.

This was over, disappointment . . . and something heavier flooded me but then he dropped to his haunches in front of me, ran a

hand across my cheek, and kissed me then hock and warmth erupted in my chest and I moaned, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and climbed onto him until I sat on his thighs.

He tasted so good, so addictive and I savored every lick and dip, every press of our lips. He kissed me without any reservation, like he had a right to, like I was his.

The kiss became different than any I’d ever experienced, more gentle . . . more momentous, and I didn’t like that. I reached for his belt, but he stopped me with a vise grip on

my wrist. “Cassian,” I begged.

“I just had my tongue inside you,” he said, annoyed. “You can start calling me by my first name.”

I opened my mouth and closed it and his eyes darkened as he took in my expression. “You

forgot my name.”

When I didn’t deny it, he shook his head and then dropped me on my ass on the bed. Oh, God, what was it? I knew he had a first but nobody ever called him that and it hadn’t helped that I only ever referred to him as Cassian.

“I have to go away for a while,” he said, slipping his suit jacket on. “You can stay here tonight, or I’ll take you back.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Do your goddamn homework before getting in

someone’s bed, Arihya.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You know the name of every woman you sleep with?”

“Yes.”

I sighed, suddenly feeling very naked and tired. I didn’t want to go to my apartment, not tonight. “I’d like to stay here,” I murmured.

He stopped in front of me. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.”

“This?”

“Us.”

Oh. A myriad of confusing feelings rushed me at once, so.I decided to avoid all of them.

“Do you have a decent cereal selection?”

He ran a thumb across my cheek. “You won’t forget me.”

It was an order, but a tiny amount of vulnerability showed through and it warmed my chest. My hair was a mess, the hair tie slipping halfway down my ponytail. He pulled it from the.messy locks and then put it in his pocket.

“How could someone ever forget your face?” I said and for some reason, he thought that was funny. A smile touched the corner of his lips, and it was so sexy I stood up and kissed him.

He made a noise of disapproval in the back.of his throat, but he let me have that kiss. Soft, wet, and sweet.

He slipped a business card into my hand. “Call this number if you need anything, I changed the number.”

“Sure thing, Cassian.”

He smacked me lightly on the ass and walked out of the room and I later did my homework.

His name was Faris but it didn’t matter because he didn't reach out to me for almost a year and I think he forgot about me. Maybe because I didn't proceed with the divorce as he wanted.