Page 57 of King of Sin
The room fell into a quiet silence, broken only by the sound of their uneven breathing.
Juliet remained sitting on the bed as Cassian pushed himself to his feet. He reached for his trousers and pulled them on before straightening to his full height.
Her breath caught.
The movement drew her attention to him, and for a moment, she couldn't look away.
His broad shoulders and muscular back came fully into view, and her eyes instantly widened. The sight sent an unexpected wave of heat rushing to her cheeks. Her heart started pounding even harder.
His back was covered in scratch marks.
There were so many of them that she could barely see any untouched skin beneath the angry red lines left by her nails. The marks stretched across his shoulders and down his back, making it painfully obvious just how rough the previous night had been.
A deep blush spread across her face.
The memories came flooding back one after another, and suddenly she realized just how completely she had lost control. Throughout the entire night, she had clung to him desperately, and now, seeing the evidence of it on his body, she felt both embarrassed and flustered. Her face burned so badly that she couldn't even bring herself to keep looking at him.
With his back still turned toward her, Cassian spoke without warning, his deep voice breaking the silence of the room.
"You're moving into my house."
Juliet blinked.
Before she could respond, he continued in the same calm yet unquestionable tone, as though the matter had already been decided.
"I'll have all your things moved over today. If there's anything else you need afterward, tell me and I'll have it brought over as well. From now on, you'll be living with me."
There wasn't the slightest hint of discussion in his voice.
He wasn't asking.
He was informing her.
And before she could gather her thoughts enough to answer, he had already turned and headed toward the bathroom. A moment later, the door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving Juliet alone in the suddenly quiet room.
She pushed herself upright and sat against the headboard. Reaching toward the bedside table, she pressed the lamp switch.
Warm golden light immediately filled the room.
Only then did she truly look around.
Her gaze wandered casually at first before abruptly freezing.
There were photographs everywhere.
Several sat on the bedside table. More were displayed on shelves around the room, while others hung on the wall directly opposite the bed.
Juliet stared at them in shock.
Every single photograph was of her.
For a moment, she simply sat there, unable to process what she was seeing. She had never imagined that Cassian would keep photographsof her, let alone enough to fill an entire room. It was so unexpected that she couldn't understand how she had failed to notice them earlier when she first woke up.
The photographs weren't only pictures of her standing alone.
There were countless photographs of the two of them together.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
