12 Growing Addicted to Him

[ Chapter 80 ]

The biting cold of midnight was kept at bay by the apparent warmth emanating from the still illuminated bedroom. Thick sexual tension filled the air as the man and woman, stripped of any clothing, were intertwined with each other, now in reverse with the man lying beneath her weight.

Cassandra was visibly feral in the moment. Her blond hair cascaded down in luxuriant, loose curls around and over her shoulders, adding to her wild allure. Her sinuous breasts heaved up and down in perfect sync with her toned thighs, which were on either side of his stomach as she straddled him.

Her eyes locked onto his with a smoldering intensity as she finally responded to his previous degrading words about her. "You're completely right about me," she said in a whisper, "I'm everything they call a bitch, a slut, a whore, and more. A slut in disguise, if you will."

As Julian lay there, his gaze fixed upon the sexually charged presence of Cassandra, a playful glint dancing within his eyes. He couldn't deny the truth in her words, she might not fit the mold of a conventional slut, but there was a sizzling wildness to her that earned her the label.

It was an undeniable fact that out of all the partners he had been with, she was undoubtedly the most insatiable, the nastiest, and the wickedly delicious of them all.

He admitted that not just any woman could match his level of sexual intensity like she could. It was like she was made for sex, and he couldn't get enough of her. She was everything he desired in women, she was his deepest fantasies, and he reveled in the thought that she was all his to pleasure.

Julian's deepest desire was fulfilled with her, except for one thing which he lamented. He reveled in her insatiable lust and desire to indulge in his every sexual whim, no matter how dirty it may seem to most women. It was as if they were made to fuck each other, they were a perfect sexual match.

A woman could be the sexiest of slut without losing herself. There was something about her that stirred his desires all the time. Her eyes, the way she moved and spoke, everything about her was like an addictive substance he indulged in. Every little thing she did was dripping with sex.

"I was a slut, and still am, you know that," Cassandra continued as she reached a hand behind her to hold his throbbing meat, squeezing its sizeable girth. "I got to be the nastiest slut Qin family has ever produced."

As one hand stroked his length, Cassandra flashed a lusty smile and moved her other hand across his chest, trailing a finger up his skin. "As a Qin, I was taught to be a proper lady, but you are right, they don't know me. I've always craved the dirty, sinful pleasures of the flesh," she whispered.

With a low drawl, Cassandra began to move her hand up and down, her hips grinding against his as she whispered all the dirty things she wanted to say. "These years haven't been easy for me, I can't deny it. I felt like a nun, being chaste pristine while deep inside, I was dying with unfulfilled desire."

"They don't know a damn thing about me," she spat out. "Do they really think I'm kind of nun or what? Devoid of desire and emotions? HA! I've been alone all these years because those men doesn't deserve me, they aren't man enough to handle a woman like me."

Cassandra paused for a moment, looking down at Julian. Her eyes darkened with desire, like a tigress eyeing a raw meat. As she leaned over his body, she circled her fingers around his neck, sinking her nails into his skin. "You have no idea what you mean to me, my fucking plaything," she hissed.

"Birds of a feather flock together, don't you think? I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you, we're two of a kind, cut from the same sinful cloth, you and I. Those women couldn't handle you, but I know exactly what to do with you. You've been searching for my kind all along."

"And it's a good fucking thing I found you, someone who knows how to manhandle me, the one who knows how to please me the way I deserve." Cassandra slid her body down his, her curves tantalizingly close to his skin.

"However, don't think you're better than me yourself," she rasped, her voice sensuous and wicked. "They also don't know you. Those women who swoon over you would never have imagined that the hottest thing they fantasize about is nothing but my mere fuck toy."

Cassandra leaned in and breathed hotly into his ear, her lips brushing against the lobe. "You, are, my, manwhore, can you deny it?" she punctuated the question with a nip at his earlobe before trailing her lips down his neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses.

Julian felt hotter as her groin gyrated against his, the friction between their sexes building with each movement. He wrapped his hands possessively around her waist and whispered, "I can't, Cass. I'm yours to play with, as long as you're my slut."

"Fair enough, what a dirty couple" Cassandra replied in a breathy whisper.

With an intense hunger burning in her eyes as she straddled, Cassandra then devoured his lips in a fierce, sensuous kiss. Every fiber of her being seemed to ignite with a fiery passion. Julian, equally ravenous, met her raw need with equal fervor, their tongues entwined with a deep hunger.

They kissed with such ferocity that it left them both breathless, their bodies intertwined in a frenzy of desire. Every touch, every moan, sent electric shocks through their bodies as they surrendered to the raw, unbridled passion that consumed them.

They kissed as if they were starving, as if they could never get enough of each other's taste. In that moment, nothing else existed, only the intense and extreme connection that pulsed between them.

As Cassandra rocked her hips against him, grinding against his arousal, he groaned in ecstasy. They were lost in the moment, consumed by their lust for each other, and nothing else mattered. It was a kiss of pure passion and desire, leaving them both breathless and hungry for more.

After a moment of kissing, Cassandra was the first to break away, gasping for air. But her thirst could not be quenched, and she then eagerly lifted herself up, her desire to fuck him consuming her every thought.

However, just as his hard length touched her entrance, Julian reached up and grabbed her waist, holding her suspended in mid-air. A fiery glare shot from her eyes as she groaned, "What now, you fucker?"