The moment Cassius pushed open the door to the master bedroom, he didn't hesitate for even a second.
His coat was already half-off in the hallway; now he shrugged it to the floor, yanked his shirt over his head, and stepped out of his pants in one fluid motion, leaving himself in nothing but dark undergarments.
He was not a man who liked wasting time—especially not when desire had been simmering in his veins all night.
He fully expected the usual welcome.
Soft lamplight glowing, the sweet scent of perfume in the air, and a line of his beautiful wives and maids waiting for him—some in delicate silk negligees, others in the elaborate, erotic cosplays they had started designing specifically because they knew how much he adored them.
They would be arranged like a decadent buffet, smiling coyly, eyes bright with anticipation, even though he always told them not to wait up when he was late.
Tonight, though, the room was pitch black.
