Bound To The Ruthless Mafia Heir; Claimed By His Brother

Chapter Thirteen: Obedience II

I finished checking the drugs in his room, and then I heard Cassian behind me.

"What are you doing there?" he asked.

I jerked hard because his voice came out of nowhere, and I turned around fast.

Not again.

It was like mother nature hated me and wanted my death sooner rather than later. And after the last time… would he tell me to do it again?

"I thought the drugs looked strange," I said right away, scrambling for some kind of excuse to cover myself.

He shut me off quickly, staring right at me. "What do you know about drugs anyway?"

I kept my mouth shut, thinking he was right and that I was just overthinking everything. Cassian kept questioning me, and I felt my heart race as I stood there trying to hold it together.

"You are right, I probably do not know much," I replied, trying to sound normal even though I felt exposed. "I should not have been looking at them at all. So we've established that. I'll be on my way now. Umm… bye.”

"Why are you even in my room?" he demanded before I even had the chance to take a f*****g step.

I lied straight to his face because I had no other choice in that moment. I forced a small smile to sell the lie. "I wanted to see you. That is all it was, and nothing else."

I turned to leave after that because I needed to get out of there fast and away from his heavy stare, but he stopped me before I reached the door.

"Stop right there.” My feet came to a halt as I dared not disobey. "Turn around and strip," he commanded. "Right there in front of me."

I realized what he wanted to do as soon as the words left his mouth, and my hands clenched tight at my sides. My heart pounded loudly in my chest because this was not how I saw this going when I came in here.

Why couldn't I just mind my f*****g business?

I walked over to him anyway, not like I had a choice, my legs feeling heavy with every step, and I stopped right in front of where he sat.

Cassian watched me calmly the whole time as I started to take my clothes off piece by piece, following his order.

I felt so humiliated as I stripped, and I stayed silent because I did not want to give him any sounds. My mind screamed inside about how much I hated this, but I kept my mouth shut tight.

I hated the way he looked at me, and I just wanted it over fast so I could leave.

Once I was fully naked, I touched myself because he expected it, moving my hands over my body, but I stayed quiet the whole time as shame burned through me.

I kept my eyes down and did what I had to do without any noise because moaning would make it worse.

‘Why am I letting this happen?’ I thought over and over in my head. ‘This marriage makes me feel so small.’

Suddenly, Cassian leaned forward.

His large hand closed around my wrist, pulling my fingers away from my p***y. I jumped at the unexpected contact, my body tensing as his skin met mine.

"Stay still," he ordered, his voice low and rough, leaving no room for argument.

Before I could protest, his other hand slid between my thighs. His fingers were thick and warm, parting my already slick folds with deliberate slowness.

I gasped sharply, my hips jerking involuntarily at the touch. He was touching me—Cassian was touching me—stroking along my dripping cunt with a confidence that made my stomach twist.

His fingertips circled my swollen c**t with steady pressure, not gentle, not rushed, but commanding, as if he owned every reaction my body gave him.

I felt even more humiliated. His touch felt invasive, possessive, like he was claiming something I didn’t want to give.

Yet my traitorous body responded anyway—growing wetter under his fingers, my walls clenching as he dipped one thick digit inside me, then two, stretching me slowly while his thumb continued working my c**t in firm, unrelenting circles.

I hated how skilled he was, how he seemed to know exactly how to curl his fingers to brush that sensitive spot inside me, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through my core.

It wasn’t loving or tender; it was clinical, dominant, meant to break my silence and expose me completely. It was like this was just paperwork that he was signing off on.

Just another job.

I didn’t want to scream or moan for him. Desperate to muffle any sound, I grabbed the pillow from his bed beside us and pressed it hard over my face.

The fabric was cool at first, but then his scent hit me—dark, masculine, a mix of cologne, clean sweat, and something unmistakably him. It flooded my senses, making my head spin.

My body betrayed me even more.

The combination of his fingers thrusting deeper, faster, and the intoxicating smell of the man I was trapped with pushed me closer to the edge far quicker than I wanted.

My thighs trembled. I bit down on the pillow to stay quiet, but soft, broken whimpers still escaped as the pleasure built against my will.

Shame and unwanted heat twisted together inside me. I hated how good his touch felt even as I despised him for making me endure it—his fingers pumping steadily, slick sounds filling the room, his thumb pressing harder on my c**t until my hips started rocking against his hand despite myself.

The orgasm crashed over me suddenly, intense and humiliating.

My cries were muffled into the pillow, soaked with his scent, which only made the waves stronger, drawing out the release until my legs nearly gave out.

I was dripping down his fingers, my body pulsing around them as I came harder than I expected.

Suddenly, Cassian turned away, withdrawing his hand.

His voice sounded rough. "Leave."

I had not even caught my breath yet, and my body felt unfinished and oversensitive as I stood there dripping wet between my legs.

I dressed as fast as I could and ran off from his room because I could not stay another second in that tension.

Back in my own room, I went straight to the bathtub. I needed to finish what he had started so I could think straight again.

I sank into the hot water and immediately slid my hand between my legs, fingers rubbing frantically over my swollen c**t and dipping inside my soaked p***y.

The pleasure built fast, my hips rocking into my own touch, and it didn't take long before I came and uttered a name that I never should have.

"Raphael." I moaned his name loudly into the empty bathroom as I came, my body shuddering and pulsing with release.