Cassidy's POV

I pressed a kiss to Alex's lips before he left to get us drinks. I was happy. Happier than I had been in a long time, since my mama's death. I would never get over it but I accepted that she was gone. Still, I would miss her so much. Being with Alex helped. He made me happy.

A cough interrupted my musings. I looked up to see a dark-haired man smiling at me. I blinked.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

He grinned. Placing a hand on my cheek, he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes widened and I gasped. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, muffling the sound of shock. I pushed at him but he didn't budge; like my efforts were equivalent to a newborn kitten. No. NO. This was wrong. He's not Alex. Oh god. Alex! Alex, help me.

The man kept kissing me. I couldn't push him away. There was just something about him... I felt his hand squeeze my thigh. How did this happen? I whimpered. It felt so good and so wrong. There was an overwhelmingly unnatural urge to rut against the thigh pressed between my legs and I didn't know why. All I knew was that it had something to do with the man touching me. My hips rocked uncontrollably. No... This is wrong. But it feels good. I need to come so bad. He stepped away. I whined.

"I'm surprised your prince would leave you alone. Let's take this someplace private, " He whispered in my ear.

No! I screamed mentally. Alex! Where are you? But my body betrayed me. I nodded. No! Stop nodding! I couldn't stop. Everything was so hazy. I couldn't think straight. All I could focus on was my pleasure. God... It would be too easy to just give up. His palm was pressed on my cock now, fingers squeezing gently. I whimpered. I didn’t know where we were and I couldn't find it in me to care anymore. Almost there, I could feel my climax coiled in my stomach.

My orgasm ripped through me as the man bit into my neck, blunt teeth leaving throbbing bruises. My back arched. There was a gleam in the man's eyes. I felt myself getting weaker, my eyelids fluttered and droop. I was so tired.

Alex...