Page 194 of King of Sin
“You're angry?” he asked at last, loosening his hold just enough to look directly into her face. Jealousy still burned in his eyes, but beneath it lingered a trace of hurt that he couldn't quite hide.
“You went home with that fucking piece of shit ex-boyfriend of yours. You kept calling his name all night, even though you were sick,” he said, his voice low and tight. His jaw clenched before he continued. “I'm the one who should be angry.”
Juliet blinked at him in confusion before a frown immediately appeared on her face.
“My ex?” she repeated, staring up at him. Her brows knitted together as she searched his face. “You're talking about Vincent?”
The moment his name left her lips, Cassian's expression darkened further. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and although he said nothing, the possessive jealousy radiating from him answered her question.
Realization immediately dawned on her.
“I didn’t go home with him! Didn’t your men tell you that he dragged me there?”
Cassian's gaze sharpened instantly.
“They told me,” he said coldly, “how lovingly he threw you over his shoulder and took you home. How you were alone in that house with him. How you didn’t come out for ten fucking minutes.”
His grip on her tightened slightly.
“And then you still expect me not to be angry?”
The thought alone twisted something inside him. Vincent’s house. Juliet alone. Vincent touching her. Talking to her. Trying to get close to her.
The image made his expression harden dangerously.
Juliet let out a sharp breath, then suddenly leaned forward and bit his shoulder hard.
Cassian flinched.
A low sound left him, but he didn’t pull away. He simply held her there until she released him, the faint mark of her bite visible against his skin.
When she finally lifted her head, she was scowling.
“I wasn’t alone with him,” she said firmly, her voice rough with irritation. “His dumb friends were there. I only went into his living room. He slapped some papers in front of me, saying Alexa wasn’t pregnant and trying to act like some saint who didn’t cheat.”
Her lips pressed together in disgust.
“And then I made him sign our engagement’s annulment papers. That’s it. I walked out. I didn’t even drink a glass of water in his house.”
She exhaled sharply.
“Nothing happened between us.”
Cassian’s arms tightened around her almost instantly.
But the anger in his eyes didn’t fully leave.
“You were dreaming about him last night,” he said, voice lower now. Dangerous. “Do you miss him?”
His grip tightened again.
“And you called out my name too,” he added bitterly. “You told me to leave.”
Juliet let out a soft sigh.
“I wasn’t dreaming about Vincent the way you think.”
Cassian didn’t look convinced.
