Marco
I stormed out of the room, my fists clenched, my ego bruised and rage surging through my veins. Cassandra’s audacity burned in my chest like acid.
How dare she?! Humiliating me constantly in front of everyone. On a normal basis, she should have been dead by now, but I kept allowing her excesses, and it was starting to get to me.
I found myself getting infuriated with every single thing she did. When she had walked into the dining room with that dress, I hated it. Hated how her cleavage was exposed. Hated how she swayed those hips of hers. Hated how she spoke so calmly with Nathan.
I hated all of it.
And then what did she say about my member? Called me small right in front of my guards! No one dared talk to me in that manner, but she had done that. And when I pinned her to that
