Page 68 of Goldsin

Her tongue peeks out from her pink lips, and she gives one last roll of her hips. “Please.” Lips pulling up in a smirk at my hiss, her hands fall down my chest, hook around the hem of my pants, and dip inside. “I want to feel you.”

But her hand isn’t reaching for my dick right now. No—it’s going for a flat iron instead. And just as fast, the anger from before storms back in at full force.

She is defiant to the very end.

My teeth grind together as I watch her straighten a strand. She knows how much I love those curls, and yet here she is, erasing a part of herself I adore. But this isn’t the only thing that boils my blood. It’s the realization that even when she’s alone she finds the need to hide behind a mask.

Cautious, I push the door open just enough that I can slip through without her noticing me. She’s standing infront of the full-length mirror on the right side of the bathroom, meaning I’m out of her line of sight.

I creep further in, my eyes frozen on her every movement. She lets the long strand fall and goes to straighten another one.

She seems so at ease, unaware of the havoc I’m about to unleash.

I take one last step. I’m right behind her. Her perfume tugs at my dick, but I ignore the surging feeling that overtakes my body.

I inhale her addictive scent one more time. Then I let my prey know she’s not alone.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

AURELIA

Ilet the straightened strand of hair fall from my fingers as I move on to the next one. Drops of water from the steam roll down the full-length mirror as I peek at my reflection. My cheeks are red from the hot shower I just took, my freckles dancing wild on my shoulders and my chest. They’re always more visible whenever I blush or warm up.

I returned from Julian’s apartment this morning to find Valentine secretly swinging his hips to some eighties R&B song. He said he was just itching from the new pants he was wearing ... I don’t know why he can’t just admit to having a bad sense of rhythm.

Humming along to the notes of the same song now, I try to clear my mind of the news Valentine shared. News that gets me so eager my feet jiggle with pent-up energy.

He informed me Marcus Whitman will be in town for the week, meeting with the Inferno Consortium to discuss some delicate details regarding DeMarco’s death.

That old scumbag is proving very useful lately, helping me from the grave.

First Victoria, and now Marcus. If he hadn’t taken part in my mother’s suicide, I might even be grateful.

If shedidkill herself ...

The flat iron glides through my hair, and I begin plotting ways I can take Marcus down. The reminder of how I’ll feel once I kill him—that sense of satisfaction—surges through my body.

I bet the rich get off on money just as much as I get off on vengeance.

I’m so lost in thought, looking at the shelves and my reflection, that I don’t notice Julian’s presence until I feel his breath on my neck.

“That’stwo, golden one.”

His growling words send a shiver down my spine, and a sharp bolt of panic makes me drop the flat iron in surprise. The sound of it clattering loudly against the tile floor is all the response he gets.

My body stiffens, and I stare at him through the reflection in the mirror, mind blank as I level my racing heart.

He takes a step closer, tilting his head as he says, “Two times.” His voice is low and smooth, like velvet on my skin. “You’ve disobeyed me twice now. You should be more careful.”

I can’t help but glare at him through the mirror.Is he kidding me?

“Disobeyed you?” I scoff in complete disbelief, tightening the towel around my body. “Spare me the melodrama, Julian. Just tell me what you want.”

His vacant blue eyes bore into mine. “Answers, Aurelia.”

He steps to my side, his body now on full display for me to look at. He’s wearing the same training shoes as Adrian. They’ve always been kind of freaks with their indoor gym, and ...

Breath whooshes out of me as I trail my eyes up his bare, glistening chest.

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