Cas knew Caleb Prescott. He knew the man seemed shady whenever he came to hang out at Cas's underground club in Peach Town, but he had dismissed it as a man simply indulging his taste—always the petite girls.
He gritted his teeth. That sick bastard was Janet's ex-husband. The truth shook him to the core. His persuasion had worked, but the results were far from what he'd hoped.
Janet looked traumatized, the discomfort clear on her face as she tried to manage the stinging pain in her buttocks. She was sniffing quietly.
Cas grimaced. It was better he'd finished what he started—he needed full information on why they were investigating the governor's son. If she had known anything about HENNEDY, the little girl could have identified him.
" Why him?" Cas cleared his throat. "Your ex-husband."
Janet met his gaze with timid eyes, hoping to gain a little sympathy from him to let her off. Cas remained unmoved, he had to stay hard until she spilled everything.
"I had a little sister." She said, her voice shaking. "Grace… her name was Grace. I was at least fifteen years older than her. She was only seven."
Dread pooled in his stomach as he already knew where the story was going.
"We were orphans," she continued, "Grace had to come with me when I got married…to him. I should have known, when he insisted."
Cas sat, his body still tired, leaning back against the bed's headboard. Her hesitation, made him lose the urge to push further-for now.
"You need to rest, Janet. Go take a shower. I'll go second."
"No," she blurted out, tears streaming harder than before. "You wanted the secret. I'm saying it now. Everything."
Cas felt a tight knot in his throat. Her knuckles clenched, her body stiff. "Caleb was having my sister at the age of seven…right under my nose."
She sobbed, broken. It hurt him to see the usually composed lawyer in pieces. He tried to stop her."You don't have to…"
"Yes, I have to. I caused all of this for…Grace. I was too focused on the life Caleb gave me— he sponsored my law school education. I thought he was giving me purpose."
A flicker of regret stabbed Cas's chest.
"I was hardly ever around, I should have noticed the emptiness in her eyes, the way she flinched whenever he was near her. I thought she was safe with him, with his family."
She sniffed, "When I found out. He threatened to kill her and me. I begged him to let us go. I told him I didn't want to be married to him anymore but he…" She hesitated, "I wanted to save what was left of my sister's innocence. She was 10 when I discovered it. Grace told me she wasn't the only one—I had to yell at her to tell me."
"When I said I wanted to leave, he dragged me to a site, separated me from Grace. I couldn't see where I was taken to. I was blindfolded. He took me to some kind of…human butcher site."
Cas inhaled sharply.
"That bastard threatened me: that either me or Grace's head and finger would end up in the pile. He let me go, saying he would keep Grace, and as long as I stayed silent, neither of us would be hurt."
"Detective Mirabel?" Cas asked.
"She's the only one I've confided in so far. We became close—that's why I call her my sister."
Cas exhaled slowly. This was worse than he thought. "You should have kept the investigation secret. Why announce it in court? Caleb definitely saw the news."
"I didn't have a choice." She whispered, trembling. "I wasn't sure you'd help me. This is the governor's son and Mirabel…she's just a detective."
Tears ran freely down her face.
Then she got up and entered the bathroom.
**
Janet collapsed into a sobbing mess in the bathtub. The sting on her butt was nothing compared to the pain in her chest. It was worse talking about it to Cas—he was probably disgusted with her for neglecting her sister, for letting Caleb sway her with his riches while Grace suffered. She knew, he didn't need to say it.
She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs that threatened to spill out. She couldn't help it, her pain had cracked open again, fresh, raw, and unhealed.
The door creaked, and she sat up, fumbling to rinse herself. "I'll be out soon."
Cas stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him.
Janet stared, he moved toward her, confident and naked while she gulped as she took in his size. She had never seen one that bold. Janet blushed and looked away as she realized he was watching her watch him. He moved closer, bending beside the bathtub. Her hair, a curly mess and he brushed a stray curl away from her face, gently tilting her chin toward him.
"You look…beautiful when you cry," he said softly.
Fresh tears pricked her eyes again. Before they could fall, he added, "It's a big tub and you need company."
Her eyes widened, startled by how close he had moved. Before she could react, he had eased himself into the tub behind her. Water sloshed gently around them. She was now straddled between his legs that only his strong knees poked from both sides in the water, and she could feel him warm, raw, and hard against her lower back.
Her body's desire instantly betrayed her grief. Cas hugged her from behind, gently brushing her nipples, making her lean back into him.
"It won't help if you keep blaming yourself," he said softly, his voice low in her ears.
Janet felt a familiar sensation pool in her stomach. Cas had just harassed her secrets out of her and here she was, falling and melting into him.
He gently tilted her chin again to face him. His eyes held hers, sharp and attentive, reading her every thought. Janet knew, but Cas probably didn't know he was unarming her, with his captivating gaze, his lips slightly open and waiting.
He smirked. "You're exactly who I needed right now" He traced a finger on her lower lip, "Broken, strong…and real."
"Give yourself to me, Janet," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. And I'll protect you—not because the law binds us, but because you're mine."
Her gaze wavered, a shaky breath escaping through parted lips, eyes narrowing. She was lost, so lost that she couldn't tell whether he'd kissed her or if their lips had simply collided.
He explored with his tongue, gently suckling on hers, his dominance evident in the way he kissed.
His fingers started tending to her nipples, tweaking them between his fingers making her moan into his mouth. He nibbled softly on her lip, sliding his tongue in, never meeting hers. The tease intensifying her pleasure.
One of his hands slid down, in between her legs, two fingers on the tiny knob above her entrance. She gasped as he started to rotate his fingers. He let go of her lips and she bit them almost immediately. He watched her, his eyes narrowed on her, studying every flicker of emotion.
"Uh! Uh! C..C..Cas." She moaned.
"Yeeaahh?" he whispered low and rough, his fingers rotating faster.
"Ah! Oh my…" Janet stirred in the water, unable to stay still. His arm stayed around her, steadying her, his gaze never leaving her face.
"Something's c…" She screamed, "You need to st…"
Almost as the wave of pleasure washed over her, he kissed her and she convulsed and relaxed in his grip.
"I think I'm clean enough." He whispered into her ear.
Cas helped her out of the bathtub, wrapping them both in their bathrobes before carrying her to the main room. He laid her gently on the bed, kissing her neck, unrobed—all while keeping his gaze on her.
And even in the gentle glow of the dark, she noticed a crown tattoo on his left groin.
"Take off your robe, give yourself to me." he said.
Her hands moved on their own, almost as if hypnotized, as she slowly slipped off her robe. Cas tossed her gently, head dipping in between her thighs, his hands holding her legs in place, his tongue discovering the peak of her pleasure.
Janet raked her fingers through his hair, struggling to move, she was too sensitive for another orgasm. She gave up pushing him away and hung onto the sheets for dear life.
He flicked his tongue, a gentle suck, continuously repeating the pattern. He was driving her insane, her grip on the sheets becoming tighter, stretching them. Her back arched as another wave of pleasure drowned her.
She opened her eyes after the brief blur of her second orgasm. Cas positioned between her thighs, she stared at him, his eyes on her. "You're beautiful."
She felt him at her entrance, sliding up and down the slippery mess between her thighs.
He leaned in, close enough to stay an inch from her face, and said in a low whisper,
"Take it easy lawyer. You're thrusting."
She blushed, Really!
He leaned just past her, moving toward her ear, invading and tracing it with his tongue.
"I love Oranges," he said entering her almost suddenly. She gasped, "CAS!" She'd never felt this full with a man.
He inhaled gently near the back of her ear, "Sweet orange juices."
He raised his head, staring into her as if he could see every atom that she was made of.
**
She felt warm, wet. Her body supple, beneath him. Her walls were closing in on his size, provoking his excitement to spill. She clenched, slightly relaxing, and he took it as a cue to move.
He began to thrust, watching as her eyes drifted almost closed, the city light catching in her pupils. Her lips released melodic moans and whimpers as he took her over and over again inside his hotel's penthouse suite, as the city stretched endlessly below.
Cas turned her on all fours, slipping two fingers into her almost suddenly that she gasped.
"You're pretty new to my size. No wonder Caleb likes children." He chuckled, curving his fingers inside her.
Janet bit her lip, slightly muffling her moans, "He could never handle a woman like you."
He rubbed gently on her cheeks, somehow hoping he'd soothe some of the sting from earlier away. He withdrew his fingers and took her from behind. She clenched, her walls adjusting to his length in a different position.
He didn't wait this time, he was drunk with pleasure, as he stroked in and out of her, her moans echoing into every part of the room. Her fingers gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white.
"You're mine." his thrusts faster, he whispered loudly. "Say it."
She didn't reply. He leaned closer, one hand around her neck, whispering again into her ear, "Say it."
He reinforced his words with every thrust while Janet screamed, "I'm all yours."
"Louder!" he thrusted deeper, she screamed again, "I'm all yours, Cas."
From the corner of his eyes, he caught the twilight before sunrise.
The climax of his pleasure was getting closer while Janet whimpered his name, shaking under him, her release dripping down her inner thighs.
He leaned back, letting go of her neck, feeling the softness of her rear as he kept on thrusting, head tilted back, lips parted, exhaling loudly.
The twilight sharpened their silhouettes against the glass wall that overlooked the city. His climax caused a brief blackout, making him groan, his pleasure washed over him, quiet but consuming.