I’ll have to navigate this situation with all the subtlety and cunning I possess, along with my skill set. Knowing how to kill is an art form, and I’ve become a master. Even so, my father’s influence is not to be underestimated.
In this game of shadows and savagery, I’m playing for the highest stakes. Her very life rests in my hands. So does her body.
All that’s left for me to win is her heart.
1 My vow to you.
2 I’m yours forever.
Chapter 33
DELILAH
Imoan.
The noise is low and throaty, a siren’s call, an invitation to any man within hearing range. It’s the sound of a woman drowning in pleasure. And pain.
There’s an ache between my thighs, an insatiable need to be filled. To come. I may be innocent, but I’m not ignorant to my body’s needs.
A delicious pressure surrounds my clit and I arch my back, letting my knees fall to the side, opening my legs wide. My hips lift of their own accord, and my pleasure intensifies.
“That’s my good girl.”
The deep, sinful voice registers. I gasp, my eyes flying open.
Xavier. Fuck.
I jerk up my head, the fog of sleep instantly disappearing. Between my thighs, Xavier’s dark hair grazes my skin with every hard pull of his mouth. He circles my clit with his tongue, and my toes curl. Another moan gathers in my throat.
My body has already surrendered to his expert touch. I can’t let my will do the same.
I thread my fingers in his hair and tug. He growls in protest. The vibrations against my sensitive flesh have me biting back a groan.
I yank on his hair again, forcefully this time.He doesn’t budge, just sucks me harder.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I say between pants.
He flicks his gaze to mine, the silver pools swirling with mischief. He releases my clit with a soft pop, and a rush of cold air replaces his mouth. A whimper slips out, and I briefly squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed by my need.
He smirks at me from between my legs. It’s a devastating sight. “What does it look like?”
“Stop.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Not good enough, Delilah.”
I glare down at him, a silent demand for him to leave me alone. His gaze darkens, and the gleam in his eyes is a wicked promise.
He grips the backs of my thighs and drags me down the mattress so I’m closer, my skirt bunching even more around my waist. Then he buries his face in my pussy. It flutters, begging him for things I’ll never say out loud.
“I’ll scream,” I warn.
“Promise?” he murmurs against my skin.
Before I can respond, his tongue slips inside my pussy. A moan bursts from me, and I bite my lip to stifle the sound. He doesn’t stop. The wet slide of his mouth on my flesh has my eyes rolling back.
