Chapter 57 Tricking Your Lover

I would love to say that everything is back to normal, but Veronica was just the start of it. The rest of Joseph's crew are bound to start coming over. Now the question is, do we run? Or do we stay here? I don t know if my princess can take another move again. She has been between so many places in such a short amount of time, and I think that she is starting to feel at home here. But this is not a decision that I can make alone. So I have called a meeting to hear the rest of the residents here in the home.
Ya, but getting Cassandra out of bed is proving to be difficu< the little vixen cannot keep her hands to herself, and she is driving me absolutely crazy in a good way.
Very reluctantly, she follows me downstairs; now I have not paid much attention to her following me, so as we come to the kitchen, which seems to be too early for the rest of the house is still fast asleep, well, I turn around.
"Princess, don t you think that you need to change?"
"Baby, what is wrong with what I am wearing?"
"Well, quite a few things; first of all, you are not wearing panties, second it shows way too much skin."
"Christian, are you telling me what to wear?"
"No, princess, I am just saying that I, well, uhm, I am going to have a hard-on the whole time that you are standing there."
"Then maybe that is not a bad thing."
Without hesitation, her hands come up to frame my face. Then she kisses me, a kiss so heated and intense, it burns clear to the bottom of my soul. She slips through the seams of my lips, invading me angrily, passionately, capturing my lips in a deep, long kiss. It is sweet, delicious torture.
"Do you want me, baby?
I do not answer; I know I want to touch her, I want to feel her skin against mine, I feel a dark burning desire deep inside me that only she could satisfy. I want her. The urgency and the passion seem to grow. My body trembles and melts; she is kissing me with devastating thoroughness. We pull apart for a brief second, taking shaky, shallow breaths. My hands work their way around her body, feeling each contour, each line along her perfect physique.
"Baby, do you want me?"
I do not answer. I let her kiss me again; I let all the sensations take course through my body. Her mouth is warm, strong; she tastes like cotton candy and a hint of coffee. She continues exploring my mouth. I groan softly as she takes the kiss deeper; it slowly turns more passionate. She digs her nails into my shirt, pressing her knuckles into me; she clutches my shirt and pulls me closer.
I gasp as she leaves my mouth to kiss the corners of my lips, then my cheek, my temple; she drops her head to kiss the tender side of my neck. It is a sweet seduction that sends a rush throughout my body.
"Baby, do you want me?
I breathe deep. In. Out. Within a split second, I'm there again; it is like I never left. All the lust, all the craving, the desire to feel her hot flesh boils over me again. I close my eyes, and everything around me has faded, everything but her. The only thing that matters is feeling her soft lips tasting mine. She pulls me closer by the seams of my denims; slowly, she starts unbuttoning them.
"Princess, you are sneaky; I know what you are doing. Now get out those hot pants."
She only but chuckles at me; as she turns around, I hear her softly whisper, "You are no fun, Mr. Caine."
I immediately spin her around and pin her against the kitchen counter, "Do you want me to show you what fun is?"
"Oh, god, please do."
…Cassandra POV…
I think that I have asked for it now, he has that look in his eyes where he is going to take me, and fuck, he is going to take me whichever way he wants.
So I only bite down onto my finger and smile at him.
"God, princess, don t do that; you know it drives me crazy.
"How crazy, Mr. Caine?"
"I am going to show you now."
"Baby, we are in the kitchen?"
He does not answer me; within seconds, he has my top next to my feet on the floor. I am standing in only my hot pants, but not for very long. He reaches down and peels them down my legs; the touch of his rough hands sends a sensation that rocks my core.
I gasp as he lifts me onto the kitchen counter; even before I form a proper word, his mouth finds my breasts, his parted lips follow their curves, his tongue surrounds my nipples, he sucks them hard until they are wet, stiff, and sensitive, I feel my thighs clench together, the aching between them growing wet. I slide my fingers through his hair, needing something to hold on to as he whisks my nipple with his tongue over and over again.
Working his way along my body, he circles my navel with his wet tongue before continuing down, finding the part of my body that aches for him. When his breath touches my thigh, a tremor of desire shakes through me. With a few capable strokes, a fire of pleasure is taking me to a whole new height of pleasure. He is exploring me with his lips and tongue, a forbidden pleasure, a wild intimate kiss.
Out of instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist. We hold on to each other as if the world would burst apart if one of us let go. His hands gently move over my hips, pulling me in even closer; it is not a sexual touch but a comforting feeling. His fingers run along the edge of my hairline as he tucks a rogue lock of hair behind my ears. I look up at him into his brown eyes and feel a burst of tenderness in my chest.
He leans closer, his firm mouth brush against my lips; with a whispered moan, I part my lips, he kisses me, an open-mouthed invitation that he takes. His kisses are desperate, obsessive, like he consumes me, to take all that I am for himself, to make me his.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls me in closer, dragging me deep into his groin. My hips respond to his clenching fingers, grinding my body against him, wanting more. He groans with every movement, with every shift, his manhood growing with each second.
Then he thrusts deep into me, my body absorbing him inch by inch. He thrusts again, my back involuntarily arches; lost in this splendid moment of ecstasy, I drop my back even further until my head hits the counter. I am seized by a rush of sensation so intense that I cannot contain my cries of pleasure. He pounds harder into me, over and over again, his strokes hard and powerful.
Our bodies are hot and melting into each other. With the last shreds of self-control, I feel tremors shake throughout my body as I shatter. He pulls me up; he plunges in deeper than ever before; with a whisper of my name, he finds his own release. He buries his face in her neck and pulls me into an embrace; for a moment, I forget there was a world outside the circle of his arms.
And the world outside its arms is coming downstairs. With nothing but a giggle, I slip back into my clothes.
He looks at me and smiles, "Vixen."
…Christian POV…
I won't lie, but god, that was fucking amazing; let us not forget the rush of being caught. It has been a while since we have taken a risk like that. I am happy she is here, and she is mine.
But now, down to real business.
"Mason, Jax, thanks for dragging your asses out of bed so early. The other two are busy offloading a container for me; I will talk to them later. But I am sure between us we can come to a decision."
"What is wrong boss," Mason looks at me rather concerned.
"Now, we know that Joseph knows where we are now and that apart from taking Cassandra for a second time, that he is now officially beyond pissed off at me."
"I think pissed off is putting it lightly."
"Thank you for stating the obvious, Jax. But the question now is. Do we stay here?"
Immediately, without fail, and just as I expected, Cassandra interrupts me, "I am not going anywhere."
"Princess, it is not safe here."
"Then make it safe, but I am not going anywhere."
"I know, but I cannot always be here to protect you."
"Well, Mason and Frank will be here."
"Princess…"
"Don t princess me. Jax, Mason, what do you think."
"Well," Mason starts, "I agree with Cassandra. It is pointless; they will find us again."
And just before I can give Mason shit about his comment, Frank looks at me, "I also agree, you know your father would not have run."
"Yes, I guess you are right," I can believe I am agreeing, but my father would not have run; I am not running to go hide away from a war that I am starting. "Then it is settled; we are staying. Now, Jax, you are going to stay with the girls today; I need Mason to come with me."
"Baby, where are you going?"
"Yes, business, princess."
"What business?"
"Business, business."
"There is no such thing Christian. Stop hiding shit from me. Where are you going?"
"I am going to follow your father to see what his routine is during the day."
And yes, now I am waiting. Is she going to breakdown and be upset or realize that it needs to be done? The thing is that I am not letting anyone, but I do it. I am the one that is going to be pointing that gun at his head; I want to know where I am going to do it. So this is just one of those things that I have to do. And I want it done rather sooner, for I am not letting her walk in fear for months and months, for I am suspecting that Joseph will go into hiding. He has done it before, and he is a coward that will do it again. And I will find him.
So after five minutes of silence, she finally speaks, "I am coming with you."