Page 34 of #Resort Love
I walked mindlessly to my bathroom, turning on the bath and letting the water run very, very cold.
Sitting in the freezing water, I hoped it would rinse away my humiliation and the lingering feel of Ambrose’s hands. But when my teeth started chattering, I gave up and dried myselfoff. Turning off the lights, I slipped into bed, my mind still remembering the feel of his touch. It didn’t mean anything—couldn’t mean anything—I repeated to myself again. I forced myself to repeat that he was a flirt and nothing more, but his touch felt like a fire scorching every part of me. It still had my body burning.
Of all the times Liam and I were intimate, nothing—nothing—compared to this flame inside of me. A flame that Ambrose ignited. I shivered, my breathing still unsteady at the memory of his rough hands moving along my body.
The soft sheets teased my sensitive skin, and need pulsed through me. I felt wired, my body throbbing with an endless ache that would not disappear. Rolling to my side, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget that moment, but Ambrose’s kiss along my neck fluttered through my mind. Groaning, I shifted onto my back, pushing the blanket down to let the cold air cool my skin. I clenched the sheets, letting out a sharp exhale, unable to take any more of this throbbing ache.
Replaying our time in the library, I moved my hands up and down my body, following Ambrose’s touch. My breath quickened and I squeezed my thighs together, reveling in the feel as my hands massaged my breasts. Moving my fingers along my nipple, pinching and twisting, I imagined Ambrose biting at my ear—my neck.
I quietly moaned, moving a hand down to my slick center, pushing a finger inside. Whimpering, I focused on the silky warmth, picturing a rougher, larger finger slowly pumping inside me. I moved my hips, meeting every thrust of my finger. Giving my nipple another twist, I added a second finger, pumping faster, mewling as my pleasure started building. Kneading my breast, I imagined Ambrose spinning me around, but it wasn't him in front of me. Silver hair, blue and green eyesstared back, dark and full of longing, before his mouth met mine in a frenzied kiss.
My body grew taut as I pictured Samian deepening that kiss while picking me up, placing me on the desk. His lips moved then, slowly down to my breast, licking and sucking until he continued lower, taking his time until he reached my clit and feasted like he was starved for me and only me. My fingers curled, matching the speed of his movements. My breathing was nothing more than rasping as my fingers hit that sensitive spot, making my stomach wind tighter and tighter.
Giving my nipple another painful twist, I cried out, my pleasure exploding through me, like lightning zipping through my veins. My fingers slowed as I rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Removing my fingers, I closed my eyes, letting my heart calm and my breathing slow.
After getting up to clean myself, I slipped back into my plush bed, the ache finally fading. Feeling satisfied and exhausted from my magic, I tried not to think of Samian as I quickly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 20
Samian
Iwaited until Sybil left the library, my eyes never leaving Ambrose. Icy hot rage sliced through me, filling my veins with a fury so potent that it threatened to consume me whole. The air, thick with tension, stretched around us, building every second it took for Sybil to run through those doors, leaving us behind.
Ambrose, still leaning against the desk, refused to meet my glare while he spun a pen between his fingers. Boredom carved along his face, as if this moment were nothing but an inconvenience to him, something that wasn’t worth his time or energy. The thought prickled through me, making my blood boil.
The moment the doors closed behind Sybil, Ambrose finally deigned to look up, his lips curling into a smug smile. “Did you have to come back so soon, Samian?” he drawled. “The lesson was just getting to the good part.”
I let loose a snarl, low and vicious. “Stay away from her,” I growled. “She has just started to learn who and what she is. She doesn’t needyoumessing with her head.”
Scoffing, Ambrose stalked toward me, not stopping until we stood merely an inch apart. Ambrose lifted his nose, his eyes narrowing, glowing with ire. “Now what do you mean by that?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” I said, my voice lowering to a dangerous tone. Shoving him away from me, I continued. “I know you, Ambrose. I’ve watched you plot and scheme your entire life. I’ve seen all that you have done and who you have hurt in the process.Shewill not be one of them.”
A mirthless laugh escaped him, his face tightening into a predator-like calm. “You’ve seen all I have done? My, my, aren’t you the ever-watchfuldog,” Ambrose spat as he grabbed my shirt and slammed me against the wall. I grunted from the force of his strength and locked my hands tight around his wrists, baring my teeth. “You think I don’t know how you like to hide behind corners and closed doors? How you follow everyone around, scraping for a morsel of information?” Snarling, Ambrose moved closer, his voice lowering as he said, “You think I don’t know how you, the great and mighty Samian, have been following our lovely Sybil since she was a child? And all without her knowledge. I wonder what she would think about that. Would she see you as her great protector or would she be disgusted, horrified even, by your lurking in the shadows?”
Pushing away, Ambrose turned his back on me, releasing a soft, cruel laugh. My blood turned to ice. How long had he known? I had made sure I slipped out of the realm without any of his spies following me. My stomach dropped as realization slowly dawned. I was the one that led him to Sybil. My fixation on keeping her safe brought her here. My chest, my body, my veins filled with a loathing so strong I heaved. Whether it was for myself or for him using me to get to her, I wasn’t sure. The lights flickered, the wood of the walls groaned from the power that hummed inside of me.
Picking up on the shift in the air, Ambrose slowly turned, facing me. The temperature quickly dropped, and frost climbed along the walls and windows. “What secrets are you trying to keep, Samian? Why would you be following her around? What is so important about a human girl that you would seek her out?” Ambrose goaded, his eyes bright with the promise of violence.
“Stay away from her,” I repeated, moving my hand to the hilt of my dagger hidden beneath my jacket.
He threw a shard of ice in my direction, my blade slicing through it when I realized too late that it was merely a distraction. Ambrose lunged at the same time, a dagger in hand, pushing me back against the wall, the blade resting against my throat.
Blood trickled down my neck when Ambrose opened his mouth, only to be cut off by a startled gasp and the sound of books falling. Whipping our heads toward the sound, a pale-faced female stood by the door frame, her eyes wide. She lifted a hand to her chest, her eyes shifting between us, not knowing if she should run or stay frozen while the books she had been carrying lay on the floor around her. Coming to her senses, the female blinked and hastily ran to the safety of the bookcases.
Ambrose straightened, taking a step back, his lips forming a thin line as he sheathed his dagger. Closing his eyes, Ambrose breathed deeply, rolling his neck and shoulders before opening his eyes again. His cold stare met mine as his hand stretched out, straightening my disheveled shirt. Once satisfied, he smirked, lightly tapping my face before leaning in close, his voice barely above a whisper. “Last time I checked, Samian,Igive the orders around here. You will do well to remember that. Do I make myself clear?” Pulling his head back, his face was dangerously calm.
“Yes,” I said, swallowing my rage.
“Good,” he said, finally turning to the female, giving her a lazy smile. “Oh, before I forget, Sybil will be joining Arianna and Ezra during their rounds to the outer villages this week—without you.”
My lips curled and I pushed down the curse that fought to escape me. My hands fisted, resisting the urge to swing at him. But with an audience, I knew that would be a dangerous and foolish thing to do, and I had to keep my promise. Shoving my anger down, I responded with a tight, “Fine.”
Keeping his eyes on the bashful female, Ambrose waved his hand to the door. “That will be all, Samian,” he said, his voice nothing more than a purr.
Sneering, I left the room, the sounds of the female’s giggles filling the air.
Passing through the lounge of the third floor, I sighed when I found Sybil’s books still lying on the table. My anger and disgust were quickly extinguished, leaving nothing but a resounding emptiness in its wake. Stopping to gather her things, I looked out the window. The sun was setting, casting a shadow around the trees of the gardens. My throat tightened as I made up my mind. I would not allow Sybil to fall for his tricks. I needed a plan. A plan which would require me to meet with the rebels tonight instead of the agreed upon time.
