Warrior Training System
Chapter 329 - 329: Getting manipulated?(R-18)

"Should we stop?" Ravees gasped, breathless, still perched on Cassian's lap. Her tall, muscular frame looked even more striking, her half-exposed body radiating heat—both breasts bared, her pants somehow tugged down to dangle off one leg, revealing thick thighs wrapped around Cassian's waist. She sat heavily, her full weight pinning him, while his hands gripped her butt, holding her in place. Yet, even as she asked, her lips clamped onto his, kissing fiercely, not giving him a chance to answer.

Barely ten minutes into their heated exchange of saliva, Ravees showed no hesitation. Her breasts pressed hard against Cassian's chest, her dark black panties soaked as she ground against him, her movements teasing and relentless.

When Ravees finally eased up, giving him a moment to breathe and respond to her question, Cassian countered, "Do you want to?" His hands, abandoning her hips, roamed over her thick thighs, squeezing them, craving to get his face squeezed between them.

For now, though, he was content with them clamped tightly around his waist, her grip betraying her murmured "Yes…" as a blatant lie.

"Then stop…" Cassian teased, before capturing her tingling lips with his own, muffling their spark by sucking them gently and tracing them with his tongue.

Ravees didn't stop, diving back into minutes of fiercely intense kissing, her mind racing. Why was this so addictive? Why couldn't she pull away? As she grappled with these thoughts, another question hit her: Why aren't kisses with Michael this electrifying? The realization that she was not only kissing another man but savoring it jolted her. Her hands, once clutching Cassian's face, slid to his shoulders, pushing him back. "That's enough…" she said firmly.

"Really?" Cassian asked, a bit thrown by her pushing him away, though her thighs still locked around his waist sent mixed signals. Guilt flickered across her face, clear as day.

It amused him—her guilt was like a pesky summer mosquito. She'd swat it off one moment, only for it to buzz back the next, whining, But what about your husband?! Then, just as she convinced herself she didn't care, it'd vanish, like it was never there.

Ravees's thighs, still wrapped tightly around Cassian's waist, were a striking paradox—muscular yet irresistibly soft. Each one was thick, sculpted from strength, with a firmness that spoke of power, yet yielding under his touch like warm velvet. Cassian's hands, greedy and exploratory, couldn't fully encircle their generous girth; they were too big, too overwhelming, perfect for losing himself in. As he squeezed, his fingers sank into their plushness, the taut muscle beneath flexing subtly, sending a thrill through him. He could imagine his face buried between them, enveloped by their heat and softness, a fantasy that made his grip tighten.

He paused their kissing, his eyes troubled yet hungry, drinking in the sight of her. Her thighs, still anchoring him, quivered slightly, betraying her inner conflict. She nodded, her voice shaky. "It's cheating… I should stop…" It sounded more like a question than a answer to his question if they really should stop.

Cassian, sensing her hesitation, smirked. Her lips might be off-limits for now, but her breasts—fully exposed, nipples hard and beckoning—were right there. He leaned in, giving one a slow, deliberate lick, drawing a soft moan from her. This time, she didn't push him away, offering only a faint resistance that fueled his excitement. She wasn't his yet, and that challenge stirred a conquering arousal in him.

"I don't think it's cheating," he said smoothly, his voice low. "Lady Katherine's my lover, sure, but she's not the jealous type. She knows I'm a… free spirit. A little kissing, a bit of fun like this? It's just us enjoying the moment. It's not like we're running off together or breaking any vows."

"Then why didn't you let me wake her?" Ravees asked, skepticism lacing her voice. She didn't fully buy his words, but she desperately wanted clarity—was this cheating? It felt like it, yet she recoiled at the thought of being a cheater.

Cassian's mind raced for excuses. Truth be told, he was terrified of Katherine discovering their steamy makeout session, but for now, he needed to convince Ravees he wasn't worried—and that there was no need to alert Katherine. He had to keep her from waking her and, better yet, keep her tangled in his arms. "First, I didn't want to disturb her sleep over something so small…" he said, stalling as he scrambled for more. Ravees's hopeful, searching gaze told him her next move hinged on his reasoning—whether Katherine would truly be fine with their heated moment.

Cassian grinned, his hand giving her thigh a cheeky squeeze. "My lady's got her own fun—she doesn't fuss over little things like this." He waved a hand between them, casual as ever. "It's just us enjoying the moment. No need to make it a big deal."

Ravees bit her lip, eyes flickering away before snapping back to his. That nagging guilt still buzzed, like a mosquito that wouldn't quit, but Cassian's flimsy words dulled its bite. Her grip on his shoulders softened, and she exhaled shakily. "You're sure she wouldn't care?" she asked, her voice almost begging for a free pass.

Cassian's gaze slid to Katherine, a smirk tugging at his lips as he recalled how much she'd relished their recent romps—Ravees right there in the room, no less. "Tell you what," he said, eyes glinting with mischief. "Stick with me till morning, do what I say, and I'll prove just how little she cares. You'll see for yourself."

Cassian's offer only deepened Ravees's confusion, yet she stayed rooted on his lap, her muscular thighs still wrapped tightly around his waist. Her face was a storm of doubt, wrestling with the fear that he was manipulating her—just as he might have done with Katherine. The tingling of her lips, the damp heat between her legs, and her hard nipples, which Cassian still teased with slow licks and gentle sucks as she mulled it over, clouded her thoughts. Finally, she murmured, "What do I have to do?"

Cassian's smirk widened, his manipulation hitting its mark. If he played his cards right, he might even convince Katherine to shrug off his kissing other women—but for now, Ravees was his focus, and he was confident he could keep her hooked.