marked by midnight: the enemy's heiress-Chapter 21 : Out of control

"She hesitates, but she’s too aroused to care. She does as he says.

Suddenly, her phone rings.

Mira sees it’s Livia, and Cassian rolls his eyes.

"What the fuck is her problem with me having sex with you, huh?" he mutters. "Always ruining my mood."

She sighs and picks up the call.

"Yeah, what’s your problem?" she asks.

"Nothing much, sisy," Livia says casually. "Just that I forgot to take the cornpuffs out of the microwave. So check it, whether it’s already burned. Call me later if you guys are alive."

She cuts the call.

As soon as she turns around, Cassian is already kissing her neck, touching her wet core.

"Cassian, wait—listen—"

He doesn’t. "I’m not stopping now."

"Cassian, she said she left porn cuffs in the microwave and forgot to turn it off."

He looks at her, confused. "Porn cuffs?"

"Oh— I mean cornpuffs. Hell, my mind isn’t working. Cornpuff, porncuff—fucking hell."

He walks to the kitchen, turns off the microwave, closes the door with a thud, then gently pushes her onto the bed.

She looks into his eyes. He looks like he could devour her.

"Listen... you know that I’m two weeks pregnant with your baby—or babies, right?" she says, crawling back, voice shaky.

He crawls onto her. "I know that, babygirl. And it’s safe. It’s not risky. Don’t worry—I’ve made sure everything is fine. I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt them."

He leans closer, his tone softening in a way that makes her feel safe and wanted.

He starts to rub her sensitive nub, slow and deliberate, making her moan and roll her eyes.

"You like that, don’t you?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

He kisses her lips, then her neck, moving down to her breasts, sucking and nipping gently. He looks at her again.

"I’m going slow, okay?" he says.

Cassian sits between her legs.

Then he pushes in inch by inch, eyes closing as he feels her tighten around him. He hisses softly, trying to control himself.

"Fuck, you’re even tighter pregnant."

He pulls out slowly and pushes back in just as slowly.

She moans.

"Shh... relax," he whispers, keeping his voice low and reassuring.

Cassian watches her face closely, making sure she’s okay. Despite his own desire, he knows that slow and gentle is what she needs right now.

He pulls out and pushes in again, keeping his movements shallow and controlled.

"How does that feel?" he asks.

"I mean... it’s okay. You can go a little faster," she says, looking away.

He smirks. "Okay."

Then he pulls back and thrusts in harder and faster, making her gasp and roll her eyes back in her head.

"Eyes on me, princess. Hold on tight," he orders.

She looks at him with dazed eyes and grips his back firmly as he goes deeper and faster.

"Ah... mm... please..."

She moans.

"Use your words, little wife," he groans.

"Cassian—ah..." she moans, unable to form a full sentence.

"Fuck, yes. Call my name like that."

"I... wanna ride it... now," she manages to say.

"Say that again? You want to ride my cock?" he smirks. "Sure, babygirl. Come on. Ride me."

He pulls out suddenly. They both wince at the sudden emptiness.

He lays back, and she straddles him, settling herself on his cock.

"Ride me, babygirl. Come here."

Mira slowly lowers herself onto Cassian’s length, gasping as she takes him inch by inch. He grips her hips tightly, letting her set the pace.

"That’s it... ride my cock slowly."

He leans back slightly to give her better access. "Use me however you want."

She starts to bounce slowly, her pregnant pussy swallowing him with each movement.

"Fuck..." Cassian groans loudly, head tilting back. "You ride me so damn good."

He watches her breasts bounce with each motion.

"Can I... can I take you harder? Like, really pound into you from below?" he asks, voice thick with lust and desperation. "I promise I’ll be careful with your belly, but I need to hit that spot deep inside you."

He begs softly.

She nods.

Cassian rolls back, and he throws his head back with a loud roar.

"Yes... yes... I’m gonna fill you up so deep..."

He slams into her one last time, burying himself completely inside her as he begins to cum hard.

"Ah... FUCK... MIRA—"

Cassian finally comes down from his high, looking up at her with a soft smile. He pulls her down onto him so he’s sitting up again, his cock still buried deep inside her.

He wraps his arms around her protectively.

"Are you okay?"

She nods, her face tired. "Yes..."

He carefully lays them both down without breaking their connection, pulling Mira on top of him like a koala. His arms wrap tightly around her belly protectively.

"Did I hurt you or the babies?" he asks softly, his cock slowly softening inside her but not pulling out completely.

"No, you didn’t. I’m tired and... sleepy."

She falls asleep right away. He feels content having her beside him and doesn’t realize when he falls asleep too.

The next morning, Cassian wakes up in a cold sweat, panicking as he realizes Mira is no longer in the bedroom. His heart races as he remembers her history of leaving without warning.

He quickly gets up, his mind spiraling into worst-case scenarios.

"No... no, no, no..."

She comes out of the shower.

"What?" she asks casually.

He quickly hides his panic and says nothing. He crawls out of bed and goes straight to the bathroom. He enters, closes the door behind him, and sighs in relief.

While Mira gets dressed, her phone lights up with a message. It’s from her brother.

She panics as she reads it. Everyone in her family knows about the contract between Cassian and her, but her brother isn’t quite sure.

Mira, you are not staying with him. End of discussion.

Her heart races with uncertainty. She feels trapped and wrong—and knows she has to leave for the Serrano estate right away.

Without telling Cassian.

Yes. Again.