Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty
Chapter 122: Crossed every limits

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Crossed every limits

Cassian gritted his teeth, his entire body straining as he tried—again—to yank his fist back. But no matter how much force he used, it was utterly useless.

Dorian’s grip was firm, unyielding, as if Cassian’s strength was nothing more than a mere inconvenience. And because of this, humiliation burned through him.

He had fought countless battles, survived impossible odds, and yet—he could not even free himself from this one man’s hold. Is he kidding him?

His frustration grew with each passing second, his chest rising and falling in quick, angry breaths. "Let go," he demanded with a low voice, barely holding back his temper.

But Dorian did not seem the least bit affected. If anything, his smirk widened as he tilted his head, looking down at Cassian as if he found his struggle amusing. "Hmm? Let go? But didn’t you just grab onto me like your life depended on it?"

Cassian stiffened.

The moment he had desperately held onto Dorian’s back flashed in his mind, and his face burned even hotter. That had been an accident! A mistake! He had been distracted and did not even realize what he had done.

But Dorian had no intention of letting him live it down.

The man lowered his head, his lips brushing against Cassian’s knuckles once more before...

A slow, deliberate lick.

Cassian instantly flinched, his entire body locking up. His mind blanked for a full second before his anger exploded.

"You—! Are you insane?! Stop that!" Cassian practically shouted, struggling harder, but it only seemed to encourage the man further.

Dorian finally pulled away, his lips curving into a knowing, teasing smile. "Why is your face like this?" he mused, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don’t blame me, Leader Hayes. It was you who started it all."

Cassian’s breath hitched.

Dorian’s voice dropped slightly as he leaned in closer, his smirk deepening. "I knew you were provoking me with that little stunt. Or how else would someone touch a man like that—without any ulterior motives?"

Cassian’s mouth opened, then closed. His ears burned. His mind reeled.

Dorian did not stop there. No, the man had the audacity to sigh, shaking his head as if he were the victim in all of this.

"And I am a healthy man, Leader Hayes," he continued, dragging out the title with deliberate slowness, "so how could I possibly decline such a... suggestive move? Especially when it was offered by someone like you?"

Cassian was going to explode.

His face was already beet red, his fists clenched so tight that his nails dug into his palms. His body trembled—not with fear, but with sheer, overwhelming frustration.

"Y-You—!" Cassian stammered, but he could not even form a proper argument.

Because how could he even argue against such shamelessness?!

Dorian had somehow twisted the entire situation around, making it seem like Cassian had seduced him—like Cassian was the one at fault!

And the worst part?

Cassian could not even move and refused him outright.

Dorian’s grip was still there, holding him firmly in place, like a steel trap. No matter how much Cassian struggled, no matter how much strength he poured into his body—he could not escape.

He had only ever felt this powerless against one man before.

Prince Dorian.

But now, there was another name to add to that list.

The City Lord of Galdreth.

Cassian clenched his jaw as only one thought crossed his mind. His pride was in shambles. His dignity was in ruins.

And the insufferable bastard holding him captive was still smirking like he had all the time in the world to torment him.

Cassian was already burning with shame, but Dorian had no intention of stopping.

If anything, his teasing only grew bolder.

Without warning, Dorian’s hands moved, cupping Cassian’s face gently yet firmly.

Cassian’s breath hitched as his chin was tilted to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of his neck.

His heart pounded wildly. His entire body tensed.

What was this man doing?

Cassian’s mind screamed at him to move, to push Dorian away, but his body betrayed him. His instincts kicked in, and before he even realized it—his eyes fluttered shut like anticipating something.

Dorian saw it.

And his smirk only widened.

The anticipation was unbearable. Cassian could feel the heat of Dorian’s breath against his skin, hovering dangerously close to the side of his neck. His pulse was erratic, his senses heightened.

Then—

A sharp, hot sensation bloomed on his collarbone.

Cassian gasped, his entire body jerking.

Dorian’s lips were pressed against his skin, not in a soft kiss, but in something far more scandalous. His mouth latched onto a perfect spot—not far from his neck, but just where it would be visible if Cassian’s tunic ever slipped out of place.

Cassian trembled with pure rage or bliss. He couldn’t even tell.

His fingers clenched, and before he could stop himself, his hands flew up to cover his mouth, muffling the shaky sounds that threatened to escape.

But the damage had already been done.

Dorian chuckled against his skin, his lips curling as he felt the way Cassian shivered beneath him.

He had expected resistance—he had expected Cassian to push him away, maybe even throw a punch—but instead, Cassian stood there, frozen, his body betraying him in ways he clearly did not understand.

Shocks of electricity ran through Cassian’s entire body. His mind was a mess. He wanted to protest. He wanted to push Dorian away.

But he could do neither.

Because the worst thing happened.

A low, breathy moan slipped past his lips, and he stiffened in horror.

Dorian paused for a moment, lips still pressed against his skin, before a deep, pleased hum rumbled in his chest. His smirk returned, curling in satisfaction.

"How unexpected," Dorian murmured.

Then, he leaned back down—and continued.

This time, with more passion.

Cassian nearly lost his balance. He felt weak, unsteady. The warmth of Dorian’s lips against his skin was overwhelming, sending a tingling sensation through his veins. His grip on his tunic tightened, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to ground himself.

Seconds stretched into what felt like eternity before Dorian finally—finally—pulled away.

Cassian barely had a moment to breathe before he saw the look in Dorian’s eyes.

Smug...Satisfied...Sinful.