Page 67 of Goldsin

Fuck.

Without wasting any more time, I march out of the gym. I need to find Aurelia, and this time she’d better give me some answers.

I’m done being—acting—patient.

“Not even a kiss goodbye?” Emeric fakes a pout at my retreating form.

I don’t even bother to reply.

I’m outside my apartment in seconds. I don’t even consider the security guards nodding my way as I pass them. Storming down the corridor, I opt for the stairs, jumping down three at a time to get there faster.

My heart pounds in my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my breath as it heaves between gritted teeth.

“Lucian wants me dead.”

Those four words taunt me, haunting the depths of my mind as I reach her apartment.

I pick the lock of her door and sprint toward the stairs up to her bedroom.

As if the house itself is holding its breath, the whole place is in an eerie silence, anticipating the confrontation to come.

I reach her bedroom and slam the door open. The knob leaves a small dent on her teal wall.

But she isn’t here.

The room is empty, devoid of what I’m searching for. My fists clench, impatience twisting into knots inside of me.

I am so tired of having to wait for that stubborn girlto come clean about DeMarco’s death. It’s well past time for me to get the words rolling out of that tight little mouth.

How is my dad involved in all this? Why?

Stepping back into the hallway, I strain my ears for any sound that might give away where she is. Not that this place isn’t too big for me to just barge into every room.

As if on cue a faint humming reaches my ears. I turn my head to the left, my gaze falling to the bathroom on the far side of the hallway. The only bathroom in this house. My pulse quickens. As if I’m walking in slow-motion, with each step closer to her my anticipation worsens, going feral for me to be faster.

The door is slightly ajar, and I silently peer through the gap.

There she is.

I lose sense of my anger, robbed to the bones of it.

Aurelia is standing in front of a full mirror, steam swirling around her figure. Her bare skin glistens, while the other half of her is wrapped in a towel. A towel I so want to hook my fingers around and throw to the ground.

I trail my gaze over the same curves that haunt my dreams. The towel leaves little to the imagination. It’s just a tease. A little disturbance.

Her lips part slightly as she hums softly, following the tune of the song playing through her phone. The sound makes my dick twitch, but the images that rush behind my eyes next are what undo me.

“Please,” she moans in my ear, tongue darting out to flick my earlobe.

Her thighs squeeze my waist, a small roll of her hips as she grinds over my pants. The black skirt she’s wearing rides up as my hands roam the length of her thighs, up to her hips.

“Aurelia ... I can’t—” I groan as her fingers thread through the hair at the back of my neck, pulling back so hard I see the darkness in her eyes.

My fingers squeeze lower on her ass, and I bite at her skin to give back the same pain.

But she likes it.

Her eyes narrow just a little. Just enough.

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