CHAPTER 76
Hans
Cassandra cries out as she stretches around me.
Her pussy is so wet it’s dripping onto my balls.
Her fingers claw into my back.
And her needy whimpers skitter across my skin.
I lower onto my left elbow, hooking my forearm beneath her neck and gripping her opposite shoulder, keeping her in place.
I draw my hips back, then I shove them forward. Giving her my entire length.
With my right arm, I reach down and hook her knee over my elbow, spreading her wide.
Another thrust, and she arches her back, gasping when I hit even deeper.
Our mouths meet, and I can still taste the candy on her tongue.
I roll my hips as I lick between her lips.
And every time I shove my cock inside her, she makes a sound. Moaning and mewling at the intrusion.
“Do you get it now?” I growl as her perfect body bounces beneath me. “You’re all I see, Cassandra.”
She rolls her hips to meet mine.
“The only fucking woman I want.”
She’s getting wetter with each thrust.
I tighten my hold on her shoulder and rock my hips deeper. “That’s it, Little Girl. Let me in.”
Her body tenses.
“You like that?” I’m practically panting. My heart is fucking racing.
I have my Cassandra, here, in the light.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “I love being your little girl.”
“Fuck.” I press my lips to hers. Our breaths combining as one. “You’re so good.” I lick into her mouth. “So perfect. My Cassandra.”
When I pull back, she stares up at me. Eyes shining. “My Hans.”
My cock starts to leak.
“My everything.”
I release her leg and slide my hand between our bodies.
“You only get wet for me.” My fingers slip across her clit. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you.”
The heat around my cock starts to clench.
“That’s it, Little Girl.” I rub quicker circles as my hips thrust harder. “Tell me what I want to hear, and you can come.”
“Only you.” She slides her hands up into my hair, tugging it, holding my head close to hers.
I groan.
“Only you can touch me,” she promises.
I’m right there. Almost over the edge. But I need her to say the rest. “And?”
Cassandra lowers a hand between us, and I feel her fingers next to mine, swiping through her slickness, brushing against the base of my cock.
“And.” She lifts her fingers to my lips. “I only get wet for Daddy.”
I suck her fingertips into my mouth, the taste of her pussy coating my tongue. And I start to come.
My cock swells and my balls pull up, and I’m filling my little Butterfly as I moan around her fingers.
CHAPTER 77
Cassie
Han pulses inside me.
The size of him, the stretch of him. The pressure of his fingers against my clit. And the heat of his mouth as he licks my fingers clean is more than I can handle.
The orgasm slams into me, and I have to press my mouth to Hans’s shoulder to muffle my scream.
CHAPTER 78
Cassie
It’s late, or rather very early in the morning, when I finally step out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wearing the pajamas Hans conveniently stole from my house and put into the backpack he prepared for me.
After Hans played my body like a professional musician, we ate room service burgers, sitting half-dressed on the bed.
I insisted that Hans shower first since I was still working on my food and because I knew I’d take longer. And now I feel like me again.
I find Hans sitting up in bed, scrolling through a phone, wearing nothing but boxer briefs, with the blankets around his waist.
Climbing in on the other side, I scoot over and lie on my side, facing him.
Hans sighs while he powers down the phone. “I’m gonna have to go back to the house tomorrow if I want to break into this phone.”
I assume that must be the one he got off the dead guy.
Hans slips it into a black pouch and sets it on the nightstand.
And I scrunch my face. “What’s that?”
He looks where I’m looking. “Oh, that’s a faraday bag. I disabled all the features on the phone that matter, but this will ensure no one can track it here.”
“So, cool spy shit,” I say nonchalantly, like all of this is normal.
“Cool spy shit,” Hans agrees.
He shifts down the bed so he can lie on his back. But when he reaches for the lamp, I place a hand on his side and stretch my neck up to look past him. “And what’s that?”
I point to the empty Ziploc bag on the nightstand, sitting next to the phone bag, filled with crumbs.
Hans looks at the bag. “That… was cookies.”
“What cookies?”
“The cookies you made for me.” Hans glances at the bag, then back to me. “Sorry, I should’ve let you take a few pictures first.”
“Pictures…? Wait, those were the corn cookies?”
He nods.
I look back at the bag. “You brought them with you?”
Hans nods again. “I wasn’t gonna leave them.”
“But… All of them?”
His nod is slower this time.
“And you ate all of them,” I clarify. “All twelve.”
Hans rolls to face me, leaving the lamp on behind him. “You made them for me. I saw the Post-it.” His tone is defensive.
I tuck my arm under my pillow. “Well, yeah. I’m not mad you ate them. I’m just surprised you finished them. They were burned.”
“You make them for me. I always finish them.” Hans says it simply.
I know he told me once before that he always eats what I bring over. And I didn’t necessarily think he was lying, but seeing the evidence of it is something else.
“Thank you.” I place my hand on his chest, and he shuffles closer so he can hug my arm to his body, my forearm flat against his chest. “We don’t have to talk about it right now…”
His chest expands with a deep inhale. “You can always ask me anything, Butterfly. I’ll always answer.”
I hold his eyes, hoping he can see the truth in my gaze. That I just want to know. That I’m not going to judge him.
“Are you an assassin?”
He’s quiet for a beat. “I don’t get paid to kill people. I do it because I want to.”
CHAPTER 79
Hans
I tell Cassandra everything.
I tell her about Freya. About that morning and every awful week after.
I hold my Butterfly while she cries—for me, for my sister she never knew.
I tell her about my parents. About their funerals. And I tell her it’s okay when she says my parents should have stayed for me. Hug her when she says they should have fought for me.
I tell her about burning my family home down. I tell her about the literal fortune I inherited. I tell her about the investments I made and all the properties I own.
I tell her about hunting down every man associated with Freya’s death. How I traveled continents. Leveled compounds.