Page 51 of My Heartless Soul

Too many words register all at once.What is wrong with me… don’t care about him…sister…daughter…

“Sister?” I feel my voice cracking a bit, and that is all too scary on its own.

“What?” Apparently, Vassar is taken aback by my question.

“You said sister. Sophie is your sister?”

“Who else could she possibly be?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” That fucking jealousy is back, even though there is literally no reason for it now. Screw it. I throw my hands up just like he did not too long ago. “Maybe she was that girlfriend of yours that you’re always running away to?”

“Fuck. Me.” He straightens up. “You got me evicted because you were…jealous?” Is that fucking humor on his stupidly handsome face???

I refrain from saying anything, instead, I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at him. I hope this is enough to get him off my back.

Of course, it’s not.

Vassar takes a step toward me, and with nowhere else to go, I am plastered to the wall behind me, but he keeps coming closer and closer until all I see, smell, and feel is him.

“You little, redheaded, jealous witch. I don’t have a girlfriend. I always rush home to see my daughter, which you would know if you bothered to read my file beyond my name and address.”

“I don’t care who you do or don’t have. Let me go.” I try to maneuver around him, but he won’t budge.

Without a second thought, he pins me to that wall, trapping my arms on both sides of me as his body fully pushes into mine. Involuntarily, my eyes shut down, relishing the feel of him so close to me. Feeling his warmth and fury, calm and storm all wrapped up in one.

I’ve never enjoyed anyone’s touch on me. Not like I do his. No, his…I crave like my next breath.

My eyes are closed, but I feel the tip of his nose dragging over the side of my neck until he is all the way next to my ear, whispering, “I think you are lying. In fact, I think you are so jealous, you are losing your damn mind, Ursula.”

Fuck. He is too close. I can’t think with him so close. I can’t put up with my act when Vassar is nearby. When all I want is to keep saying yes to him.

“Damn it, I told myself to stay away from you.” He might be talking to himself. I am not sure. And he also isn’t stepping away. No, he keeps me pinned, inhaling my scent with his eyes closed, and all my resolve melts right on the spot.

He is just as crazy about me as I am about him.

“Answer me. Answer me now,” he commands with a soft voice just as his right hand leaves the wall and starts trailing over my body. Just touching my hand, fingers, arm, and I am already panting. I feel my arousal soaking through my panties, and he is only touching my freaking hand.

“You don’t get to boss me around, Levidis. That’s not how this works.” I swear I am trying to sound strong but fail miserably.

He chuckles into my neck as his teeth start nibbling on my soft flesh, and I moan. The stubble on his face leaving delicious traces on my skin.

So much for that strong voice, Kira.

“I see you want to do it the hard way.” Without further comment, the teeth are gone from my neck, but instead, his lips seal over the same spot, and he kisses me. No, he sucks in my tender, creamy flesh until I am sure he will leave a large hickey there. But I am not pushing him away.

In fact, my back arches, pushing into him, as my hands, trying to find a way out to dig into the back of his head, get lost in his soft hair.

“Stay still or I will pin you to this wall with my cock,” he growls into my neck as he plasters his kisses all over it. Biting and licking the sting away, and I am helpless against his lips or words. “Why is it you who brings this out in me? I swore I wouldn’t act like this anymore, but here we fucking are.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about. But at this moment, I don’t care either, I just want him to keep it up.

And then I am downright pathetic when his right hand comes over to my stomach, slips under my black jacket, gliding over my stomach until he slips into my jeans and then slowly over the top of my panties until he meets my waxed skin.

Vassar’s hand pauses for a millisecond. He didn’t touch me here yesterday, didn’t glide his hand over that. We didn’t getthat far, but I know he felt it. I know he did, but he didn’t say anything about it, and I sure as hell won’t either.

Instead, I moan some more as he reaches my wet center, as his fingers feel around my wetness, smearing it all over my lips and clit. “Fucking soaked like I knew you’d be. Still like to claim that you are not jealous, baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” My voice is breathless, and my eyes are closed as he makes me feel everything I have never felt.

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