Page 22 of Crown Jewels
“So go do it yourself.” He hissed in my ear.
My body felt like it was on fire. Vahn was not seriously going to leave me like this, was he?
My eyes rolled open in time to see a smirk curl the corner of his mouth, answering my question.
“Good luck Parakeet.” He said, then walked away.
I never wanted to kill anyone more in my life.
VAHN
What the fuck did I do? That shit went way too far. I should’ve never touched her. Because now I couldn’t stop thinking about touching her. She was so fucking responsive. Her body reacted like it was made for me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. How hot and wet her pussy was, the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head, how her nipples hardened and breath shallowed out while I drove her to the brink.
Mine. She is mine.
I stared at my closed bedroom door.
She was out there right now, body aching for me. I should go out there and finish what I started.
Reaching my hand out, I went to grab the knob, then stopped.
No, I couldn’t go back out there. Emma was off limits. Sweet, tempting Emma that smelled like vanilla and sin.
My eyes fell down to my raised hand and the fingers still glistening with her juices.
Just a taste, that was all I wanted. Just one taste.
Despite knowing it was a bad idea, I couldn’t stop myself from sucking a finger in my mouth. The second her arousal hit my tongue I knew I was fucked. I needed to devour every ounce of her flavor. Tears, arousal, the sting of her slap, I didn’t care. I needed it all. I was feral for it.
After sucking one finger clean I moved onto the next, and the next, until I was licking my hand like a crack addict scoured the carpet for their next hit. I swallowed her down my throat and sucked in her sweet scent while growling like a beast.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I was hiding in my room, licking my hand like an animal. I was a Kessler Goddamnit. I’d been taught to control myself from the time I could walk. One little redhead was not going to break my resolve.
Oh, but I wanted that redhead. I wanted her so bad that it was suffocating.
No, I couldn’t have her. Or could I? Canceling a contract wasn’t easy, but it could be done. Of course I’d have to deal with Preston, the cold blooded killer and father of my intended bride. But that wasn’t what I was worried about. Emma was too sweet for my world. It would break her. I would break her. It was better if she hated me.
Then again, Emma had put up with so much in her young life. She was stronger than she knew. I could teach her. I couldprepare her for what a future with me would be like. But she didn’t know who I really was.
Could she accept what came with my name? And would she forgive me? I’d been lying to her. I’d been lying to everyone. Right now I was lying to myself.
This couldn’t happen. I was pussy drunk, that was all. For years I’d been dreaming about touching her, and today I finally did. So it was only natural to be consumed by her. Emma and I wouldn’t work. Plain and simple. Nothing good would come out of it.
No matter how many times I told myself that, I couldn’t help but wonder what if it did work. That thought was constantly itching in the back of my mind.
Trying to rid myself of the what if possibilities, I paced from one end of my room to the other, and back again. That didn’t get rid of the biggest what if of all.
What if everything I wanted was right there? All I had to do was take it.
I stopped and once again stared at my door. Everything in me wanted to go back to her. But if I was going to do this, I had to be sure. If I got like this from just touching her, then there would be no turning back when I fucked her. And that’s exactly what would happen if I went back out there.
First thing I needed to figure out was how to break the contract, and there was only one person who would give me honest answers. My uncle Mason.
Sighing, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
He answered on the third ring.
