Cassie (The Mitchell/Healy Family #7)(6)
Brant got a kick out of my reaction. “You’re going to rule this city soon, baby. Just wait.”
As much as I wanted to go into a casino and see what it was like, I knew it was time for us to find a place to stay until Brant was able to get in touch with the people who were arranging our apartment situation. I know he did it to make me feel comfortable. We ended up checking into one of the popular hotels with gondola rides out front of the establishment.
Our room had one giant king-sized bed, and it was designed in up to date décor. I plopped down on the mattress and stared at the ceiling. The night was still young for Vegas, the city that never sleeps, and there were at least one hundred sights I was determined to see before I closed my eyes. Being that we’d taken turns driving in order to nap, we were good to go for a while.
Brant crept on the bed, hovering over me so his lips were grazing over mine. “This is just the beginning. I’m going to give you the world.”
I wanted to believe him. I swear I did. More than anything I wanted to think we could have a beautiful future together. I’d imagined our children, and us growing old together. Yet, for some reason, I could never grasp the idea of it being real, not even now when we’d gotten away from all the people trying to rip us apart.
“Prove it.” It was a simple request.
He coasted my body with his eyes, wasting no time watching as he began raising the hem of my shirt over my bra. With his palm running smoothly down my abdomen, I inhaled, preparing for him to dive down into my shorts. His hand was warm against my cool skin, like it had been made to heat me up. It was evident he was breaking down my worried walls, distracting me from being able to think about my family and the pain they all must have been in from my leaving.
I closed my eyes as I felt his fingertips rolling over my * for the first time. He dipped lower, pressing his lips against it, all the while stroking my awaiting clit. When he realized how aroused I’d already become, he yanked off my shorts, taking my thong with them. I leaned up, allowing him to lift my shirt above my head. He shoved my bra away, tucking it almost under my neck while savoring each of my breasts, inch by inch. Brant sat up, taking me in completely. “You’re the hottest f*cking piece of ass in Vegas.”
I appreciated his admiration for me. It was another one of the reasons I fell so hard for him. He knew exactly what to say to make me melt. “Well, if I’m the hottest piece of ass in Vegas, I suppose I’ll let you have your way with me.”
“I wasn’t asking permission, Cass. If I want you I’ll take it.”
His words sent chills throughout my body. It wasn’t like I could fight him, or even if I’d want to. He cupped my *, keeping his hand there as he spoke. “This is my *. You need to remember that while we’re here. You’re going to attract other men, and I don’t want to have to kill anyone.”
“Ohh, you sound scary. Maybe I’ll meet a prince who will swoop me away to a foreign land.”
“I’m not f*cking around,” he gritted his teeth as he said it. “No one will touch you. There’s no prince who can love you like I do. That goes for women too. I’ve waited too f*cking long to have you all to myself. Everything I’ve done is for us.”
One thing he said made me giggle. “Women? So I’m a lesbian now?”
“No. Anyone can be tempted. You’ve never been here, Cass. You haven’t seen how innocence can disappear. I need you to remain like a fragile flower so you stand out amongst everyone else. Do you understand what I’m saying? You’re a little fragile porcelain doll, and this is a big place with a lot of destructive children. They’ll shatter you.” I felt like his comment was a joke, so I laughed at him. Then I caught his stare, and it was everything but comical. “Promise me you’ll be a good girl – you’ll be my good girl?”
“Yeah. Of course. I’m always yours. I promise. There’s no question. Why would I ever want someone else when I’m happy with the man I’m with? If you haven’t noticed, I gave up everything to be with you.”
He refused to answer, probably because he was using his mouth to do other things, like kiss my *. He used his stiffened tongue to spread me open, inserting it inside of me. While doing so, Brant thumbed my *, applying pressure without penetration. He kept at it, toying with me until I was on the brink of falling apart, then pulled away.
I watched as he got up on his knees and unbuckled his pants, shoving them down and exposing his stiff erection. He handled his package, aiming it while making sure I was focused. “Beg for this, Cass. Beg me to f*ck the shit out of you.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, smiling. I loved it when he got down and dirty. It made me feel like a bad girl, which in turn got him off quickly. Since we were both exhausted, I didn’t feel like spending a bunch of time with foreplay. I wanted a fast encounter, where we’d fall asleep entwined.
“Please, baby. Fuck me. Make me cum.”
A guffaw escaped him as my legs were grabbed and lifted up in the air, then further, until they were pressing against my chest. My breathing was strained, but only for a second until I felt him entering me. He hadn’t checked for lubrication, so it was extremely tight. I watched his face coil as he thrust in dry. He bucked a few times before it began to feel slippery. With pressure still on the underneath of my knees, he had me folded over while drilling inside of my now aroused opening. He stared down as he moved, watching his whole engorged length fill my channel. At first he moved at a slow pace, only to pick it up as he got closer to his happy ending. I threw my arms above my head, succumbing to the pleasure he was bringing me.