Chapter 29

29

Cass

P izza and three hours of laughs at a comedy show with five headliners was exactly what I needed.

Alistair's company was nice too, even if all we'll ever be is friends.

I wonder if he would marry me if I told him he could have all the mistresses he wanted.

That wouldn't be fair to him, though.

The PI is a nice guy who deserves to find a nice woman to worship.

Even though I've made it clear there's nothing but friendship between us, I can't help but wonder if I'm still somehow leading him on.

I need to stop seeing him and move on. The clock is ticking after all.

It's nearly one a.m. by the time I get home.

Daddy wasn't even waiting up for me this time. He just sent a message saying that security had told him I was back home and asking if I had fun. I sent him a quick yes and goodnight message on the way up the stairs.

I stop momentarily at the second floor. But trying to make Cole jealous by busting into his room and waking him up would be silly and immature.

It's best if he starts seeing someone else, even if it is that Russian bitch and I want to claw the eyeballs out of her skull.

Heading up to my bedroom, I walk in and flip on the lights, then barely hold in my scream of surprise.

Cole isn't asleep downstairs in his bed. No, he's sitting on the edge of my bed in jeans and a stained tee with ketchup or wine splattered all over it. He's facing me, waiting for me, and his eyes are all…wrong.

There's no jealousy, lust, or humor in them when they lift to mine, which is unusual. It's usually one of those three things.

Tonight, though, I have no idea what is going on in his head. All I know is that I don't like it, and I want him to go back to one of the other three emotions instead.

That's why I try to prod him. "What are you doing sitting here in my dark room? Waiting for me to get home from my date so you can talk shit about his height?"

Cole blinks, but the fogginess in his gaze doesn't clear, he just stares at me with…shame in his army green eyes?

"What did you do?" I ask him as I approach him.

Oh my god. He fucked Inessa tonight.

That's why he looks so ashamed of himself, like a puppy dog who got caught pissing on the rug.

I shouldn't care.

I won't let him know that I care.

"You can fuck whoever you want," I tell him indifferently as I toss my purse on the dresser while grinding my back teeth together. " You and I are done, after all. I don't know how many times I have to say it."

"I haven't…I didn't fuck anyone," Cole says. His voice is oddly flat, but I stupidly believe him. And I'm so relieved it's ridiculous. "I just…I'm sorry about that night in the pantry, and the other times."

"Huh?" I ask since I'm so damn confused.

The pantry? Why the hell is he bringing that up now, tonight? Not only bringing it up but…apologizing to me? "So, you're finally feeling guilty about blackmailing me? Why the attack of conscience now all of a sudden?"

Lowering his eyes to the carpet, he says, "Cassie, I know about the two guards."

"No shit. You're the reason they both quit," I remind him. Is he sleepwalking and talking or something because this conversation is so bizarre.

Cole shakes his head. "No. I mean, I know they took your virginity."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," I blurt out.

Still refusing to look up at me, the bastard says, "They told me they held you down in the gym."

"That's not…that's so fucked up, Cole! I can't believe you would actually use my first time to make me feel bad!"

Now he lifts his head, eyes finding mine. "To make you feel bad? I'm not apologizing to make you feel bad. I just wanted to tell you that if I had known what they did, I wouldn't have ever forced you in the pantry. You know that, right? I'm sorry."

"Wow," I mutter. Shoving my fingers through the front of my hair, I try to figure out what to say here. He thinks they…that he took advantage of me? I mean, technically yes, he did, but I didn't mind. "Did I want two cocks in me when I lost my V-card? Hell, yes," I say, causing Cole to wince. "So, fuck you, you nosy bastard. It was none of your business!" Then I feel the need to also add, "And you know for a fact that I like it hard, that I wanted it rough, don't you?"

"You didn't want them," he responds quietly .

"Yes, I did! I liked being wanted, and I don't regret it."

"Cassie, they were angry and horny from you kicking their asses. They forced themselves on you."

"Fuck off," I huff. "I'd rather have either of them than you any day of the week."

Now, the anger finally returns to Cole's eyes. "You're lying. And even if that was true, too fucking bad. I killed them both tonight."

He what?

I shake my head, unable to find the words. "No, you didn't."

"I did," he says as he gets to his feet. Holy shit. That's not ketchup on his shirt. It's blood. "I read their texts to you and went to ask them questions. They gave me the wrong goddamn answers. You were a virgin, and they made sure you couldn't say no. That's the definition of…"

"No! It-it wasn't like that! If they had forced me the first time, then why would I keep fucking them after that night?" I ask him, my eyes and throat raw and stinging.

"I honestly don't know, Cassie. Maybe because you were hoping for more…"

"More?"

"You asked them both multiple times to talk to Dante, to really be with you, and they both refused. They were pussies and fucking idiots."

"Oh, and what about you? Like you're a saint who would go shout that you fucked me from the casino floor?"

"Don't compare me to them," he grits out, jaw flexing. "I didn't know…I thought you were into it in the pantry, and all the other times. If I didn't think you wanted me, I never would've touched you."

That's not even what I was referring to. I meant that Cole was also too scared of my father to admit to him that we slept together. Hell, every man is, except for the ones he sets me up with on blind dates.

"Don't try and act all innocent, Cole," I tell him. "I know exactly how you like it, too. I saw it with my own eyes before you hate fucked me the first time." And then, I drop a bomb on him, just so he'll shut up about Lowell and Matt. "I also know your secret."

"I don't have any secrets," he says so fast I would know he's lying even if I hadn't seen the proof.

"You're really going to lie to my face and tell me you're not the Masked Motherfucker or whatever his name is in all those pornos?"

He has the audacity to snort out a laugh. "The masked what? I have no clue who or what you're talking about."

"You fuck women in front of their husbands and with their husbands," I say, watching his face closely for a reaction. He doesn't give me one. No, standing there like a statue is his response. "So, where's your mask, Cole? Why don't you put it on and fuck my brains out like you do those married women?"

We have a staring contest, each of us waiting for the other to blink first. Cole loses.

"Goddammit," he growls. Turning away from me, he rubs his palm over the back of his neck. "That shit…the marriages, they're not real. It's all fake."

"Even the orgasms?"

He gives me a gruff chuckle. "No, those are real."

"Why in the world would you do those videos?" I ask him quietly.

Pacing away from me, he goes over and punches my hanging bag. "I was desperate. It was my freshman year of college, and I needed cash. It sounded better than it turned out to be. But I don't regret it."

"I don't regret it either, even if you don't believe me," I reply.

Spinning around, he comes up to me, standing less than an inch away. "If that's the truth then swear it."

"Fine. I…I swear I liked it."

"Liar."

"Fine! It hurt like hell," I admit. "Happy now?"

"No, I am anything but happy, Cassie."

"Not every second was great the first time. My only complaint is that they didn't always care how good it was for me when we hooked up."

"Did they even try to get you off?"

"Sometimes I did it myself." The thrill of getting caught, doing something dirty and forbidden was actually what got me off the most.

Now the jealousy returns to Cole's eyes. "Did they go down on you?"

I shake my head no. "They preferred when I got on my knees. You were the first to ever do…that."

Reaching up, Cole gently cups the side of my face. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip before asking, "Do you regret any of the things you've done with me?"

Cole

It takes longer than I had hoped for Cass to answer my question. There's a flash of sadness in her eyes that she quickly blinks away before shaking her head, causing my thumb to run along her bottom lip. "No. I don't regret being with you, even though I should."

"Good," I reply with a heavy exhale of relief. Running my hand down to her neck, I stroke the pad of my thumb along the column. I still can't believe she figured out it was me behind the mask. Then again, she does enjoy eyeing my dick.

"You know," I start. "I can be gentle."

"I don't want gentle," Cass says.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

"So, I should keep hate fucking your brains out?" I ask, bracing for her rejection yet again .

"Yes," she answers, rather than telling me no, or that we can't fuck again because I'm her competition.

"Right now?" I ask just to be certain I'm not reading too much into her yes.

"No, Cole. Tomorrow. I'm ready to get some sleep," she scoffs. "Yes, right now."

Pulling her neck forward, I press my lips to her smirking ones. When her tongue swipes my lips, wanting me to open them, I ask, "How was your date tonight?"

"Platonic," she whispers between kisses, which is all I need to hear as I shove my tongue into her mouth, giving her a preview of what I'm about to do to her pussy.

Sliding my hands down her back, I grab her ass and lift her off her feet, taking her to the bed and tossing her down onto it with a bounce.

Peeling my stained shirt over my head, I tell her, "I'm going to lick your pussy, and then I'm going to fuck you at least once. Maybe twice since I want to see your face, but I love watching your amazing ass from behind."

"Whatever you want," Cass says as she lifts her dress up, up, up, revealing her incredible body in a matching pair of red lace panties and bra nearly the same color of her hair. "As long as I get there first."

Hell, I may come just from looking at her.

Grabbing her ankles, I pull her until her ass is on the edge of the bed before kneeling on the floor. "Another thong for the munchkin man?"

"I can't wear any other type of panties with most of my dresses," she says, her voice hitching when I begin to lower the offending clothing down her thighs. "So, it's either a thong or none at all."

"None at all," I tell her as I toss her panties over my shoulder. My palms slide up her smooth, ivory legs and part her thighs for my mouth. "Stop wearing panties, and I'll eat your pussy every time you show me your bare cunt."

"Deal," she says followed by a moan when I swipe my tongue through her folds. "I liked…sucking…your cock," she gasps as I wriggle my tongue inside her dripping wet pussy.

I pull back long enough to tell her, "I'll let you prove that to me later," before diving back in.

Each teasing swipe of my tongue after that has Cass whimpering. Her hips buck, trying her best to get me to lick her needy clit. Eventually, she gets tired of me refusing her and grabs my head with both hands to push my entire face between her legs. I hold out my tongue and let the controlling woman rub her pussy up and down on it, guiding it to the exact spot where she wants it. Her hips move faster and faster, as if she's worried I'll suddenly withdraw my tongue, denying her the pleasure she needs from me.

God, I love that she needs me, even if it's only for orgasms.

Several hours later, after I've fucked Cass from the back, sideways, and missionary, we lie beside each other sweaty and spent in the quiet room. Our heavy breathing and the air conditioner blowing are the only sounds in the entire penthouse at this time of night.

When Cass eventually leans over the side of the bed searching for her phone, I pop her killer ass with my palm.

"Hey!" she huffs at me over her shoulder.

"My cum hasn't dried and you're blowing me off for your phone?"

"I'm not blowing you off. I just wanted to watch your videos again."

"Goddamn. That's even worse than abandoning me for your phone," I tell her as I slap my hand over my eyes.

The mattress settles as she lies back down next to me. "For whatever reason, those videos are the hottest things I've ever seen."

At least she's aroused and not disgusted by the fact that I'm the Masked Motherfucker.

"I do actually have the mask with me," I admit to her .

"Really?" Cass rolls to her side and lifts my hand from my eyes. "What about the rest of the outfit? The leather jacket and pants?" she asks, her light green eyes sparkling with desire.

"Yes, I have it all."

"Surprise me with it sometime?" she asks.

"Surprise you?"

"Yes."

"Fine. But promise me that you won't try to kill me if I sneak up in here in the middle of the night wearing it."

"I won't. The unexpected is hot," Cass says, followed by a long pause. "It's why I didn't mind Lowell and Matt turning off the lights and cornering me in the gym that night."

"No. Nuh-uh," I grumble with a shake of my head. "I don't want to talk about them ever again."

"You pulled the trigger?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Both times?"

"Yes."

Running her finger down the center of my chest, to my abs, she whispers, "That shouldn't be hot, should it?" Before I can figure out how to answer her question, Cass climbs on top of me, straddling my waist to align our lower bodies yet again. I'm glad I'm not the only one who can't seem to get enough.

"You know," she starts and presses her lips along my jaw then down to my neck. "I let you fuck my mouth to keep you from ratting us out to my father who would've killed both men slowly. It was all for nothing now."

"I'm sorry."

Giving my cheek a slap of her palm, she says, "Stop apologizing, jackass."

"Fine. Stop talking about other dicks that have been inside of you."

Cass lifts her head. Her eyes narrow as she stares down at me. "How many cougars have you been inside? "

"Three."

"Only three?"

"Only three cougars," I answer since I can't tell her the total number of women I've been with. Before she can ask, I tell her, "I did two scenes with each woman. For the record, they were all unmarried women pretending to be married."

"Uh-huh. But you're done with all that now, right?"

I have to lower my eyes from her when I admit the truth. "I, ah, I had to take another contract for one more scene."

"What? Why?" Cass asks, rearing back like I just slapped her in the face.

"Because I needed the advance. I used that money, along with the cash I'll get from selling the rings we got from the rat, to keep one of the cougars from sharing my identity with the world. My mother may have actually killed me for that."

Cass frowns. "Someone's demanding money to keep your name a secret?"

"Yes, and it wasn't the first time either."

"What a fucking cunt," Cass remarks. After a minute, she leans her face closer to mine and asks, "Do you want me to kill her?"

Grinning up at her, I say, "Killing her might be easier than finding money again in a year or whenever she comes back wanting more. I know my name will probably come out eventually by someone who knows it's me. Actually, I wouldn't have put it past the old Cass from a few weeks ago to out me to my mom and Dante."

Smiling from ear to ear, she says, "I wouldn't have put it past her either. "

I finger one of her red curls hanging over her shoulder and wrap it around my finger. "So then, what exactly has changed between us?" I can't help but ask.

"As much as I hate to admit it, and wish I didn't, I like fucking you," Cass explains. "And if I outed you, then that would probably stop."

"Probably," I agree with a grin. "But not necessarily. "

"Is that the only reason you wouldn't out me?" I ask as her lips find mine.

"Yes."

I want to call her a liar. But then Cass rubs her wet pussy along my dick, and I decide to keep my mouth shut.