"I said I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Cassian muttered, standing naked, one cheek red from where Ravees had slapped him. She glared at him, furious and teary, wrapping herself tightly in a blanket. Cassian was frustrated, left high and dry, but that wasn't the point. Ravees had climaxed—because he'd accidentally slipped inside her—and now she was livid. The orgasm had shattered her denial; she'd undeniably cheated on her husband. Even Cassian's smooth manipulations fell flat as she ignored him, curling up in bed, shutting him out completely.
Cassian let out a heavy sigh, exhausted after an hour of trying to get through to her with no response. "Ravees, I'm really sorry, okay? Don't beat yourself up—you didn't do anything wrong," he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "If you don't believe me, just do what I told you in the morning when Katherine and I… you know, get into it. You'll see she doesn't care about a little slip-up like that, and neither will your husband."
Still, Ravees didn't say a word, buried under her blanket. With another sigh, Cassian gave up and shuffled over to Katherine, sliding in beside her naked form. He planted a quick kiss on her cheek and shut his eyes. Ravees, her eyes wet with tears, peeked out and cursed to herself, 'That manipulative asshole tricked me into cheating on Michael… and now he's cuddling up to another naked woman. What a bastard.'
Ravees lay curled under the blanket, her mind a battlefield of guilt and justification. The weight of cheating on Michael crushed her—his name alone stung, a reminder of her vows. She'd crossed a line, let Cassian's manipulative words and touches pull her into a place she never meant to go. Her fingers twitched, still feeling the vivid memory of his cock in her hand: thick, pulsing, the skin hot and smooth, veins bulging slightly under her grip as she'd guided it. It was heavier than she'd expected, the head slick with her own fluids, brushing her palm with a teasing weight that made her stomach flip even now. Her folds tingled, replaying how that same cock had stroked between them, parting her slick, sensitive skin, the pressure firm yet maddeningly restrained, never fully entering but stretching her just enough to burn the sensation into her memory.
But then her thoughts shifted, Cassian's voice echoing in her head: 'It's not cheating, just helping each other out.' She clung to that flimsy logic, desperate to absolve herself. 'It wasn't sex, she reasoned, just… touching. No one has to know.' His kisses flooded back—hungry, unapologetic, his lips claiming hers with a rough edge that left them tingling for minutes. Unlike Michael's gentle, hesitant pecks, always preceded by a shy 'Is this okay?', Cassian's mouth had devoured her like she was already his.
Her breasts ached, the memory of his rough treatment sharpening the guilt and thrill. Cassian had grabbed them like they belonged to him, squeezing their heavy weight, pinching her nipples until they burned red, sucking and biting without a hint of permission. Michael always asked, his hands tentative, respectful, waiting for her nod. Cassian hadn't waited—his fingers had twisted, pulled, and kneaded her like he owned every inch, the mix of pain and pleasure making her gasp and crave more despite herself. Her nipples, still tender, throbbed as she shifted, the blanket brushing them and sparking a fresh wave of heat.
She hated how much she'd liked it, how her body still hummed with want. 'I didn't mean to cheat,' she told herself, but the thought of Cassian's cock—its heat, its girth, the way it felt so real in her hand compared to Michael's faint, forgettable touch—kept creeping in. She squeezed her eyes shut, angry at Cassian for planting these desires, angrier at herself for not stopping him. Yet, as her folds pulsed with the ghost of his strokes, she couldn't shake the question: 'If it felt this good outside, what would it be like inside?' The guilt roared back, but so did the temptation, leaving her trapped in a cycle of shame and longing.
Ravees's mind churned, wondering if she should test Katherine's reaction to catching her and Cassian kissing—or going further—in front of her. Though Katherine wasn't her spouse like Michael, she was Cassian's lover. If Katherine was unfazed, maybe Michael would be too, Ravees reasoned, grasping for a way to ease her guilt.
Katherine was the sharpest, most respected woman Ravees knew, second only to Katherine's mother. Surely she wouldn't make reckless choices . Yet, Ravees had already crossed that line, cheating on Michael, drawn in by the electrifying sensations Cassian stirred. She'd had Michael by her side all along, but Katherine? Ravees knew she was married, but to whom was a mystery—no one seemed to know. Maybe that's why Katherine strayed, unable to resist Cassian's pull, just as Ravees couldn't.
Ravees knew she was cheating, just as Katherine was—there was no denying it. She desperately wanted to believe Michael might be okay with it, but deep down, she knew he wouldn't. Cassian's manipulation and the confusing dynamic of his relationship with Katherine had left her mind in knots, tangled in doubt and excuses.
One thing was undeniable: Ravees had cheated, and telling Michael was out of the question. But she was still foggy on how to chase another orgasm. Cassian had taught her how to touch herself, but she wasn't confident she could manage it without his guidance.
'Should I try?' Ravees wondered, her hands sliding down her thighs, a thrill rippling through her body. Her heartbeat surged, like she was charging into a battle she knew she'd win. Her breaths grew heavier, even before her fingers brushed her damp pubes, spiking her excitement further. When they finally grazed her folds, she let out a soft, "Ahh…"
Cassian glanced over, startled but amused, spotting her shoulders twitching and her hips shifting slightly faster. With a wide, smug grin, he turned back to sleep, already anticipating a lively morning.