Without waiting for his parents to actually walk away, Jordan cupped my face with his free hand and brought my lips to his for a kiss that totally eradicated any questions they might’ve had about our more-than-friends status. "I'll come find you later, beautiful," he told me with a smirk after he ended our kiss.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," I whispered back to him, then licked my lips as I caught my breath.
His grin widened and he winked. "I'll look forward to it, then."
"I'll take Violet to her room," Rafe gallantly offered, and Jordan gave him a nod over my head before finally releasing me.
As my New American prince walked away with his parents, his mother looked back at me with a curious expression on her face. It wasn't anunkindlook, though. So here was hoping they wouldn't find some reason for me to suddenly be expelled from Arbon.
"What the hell was that all about?" I hissed to Rafe as we made our way inside the enormous mansion. "Why did he just do that?"
Rafe gave me a smile and arched a brow. "What? Lay claim to you in front of his parents so they understood in no uncertain terms that he wasn't interested in whatever betrothal offer they wanted to talk to him about?" He said it so casually, and my heart thumped painfully fast in my chest. Would they have found a replacement for Meghan so quickly? How? Using the genetic tests?
"Hey, quit worrying," Rafe told me, linking our hands together as we walked down a long, marble-tiled hallway. "He was taking a stand and showing them he'd already made his own choice."
My chest tightened, and warmth spread through me. These boys really were serious about this thing with me. Serious enough that they were willing to risk their parents’ disapproval, if I was reading that situation with Munroe correctly.
"Here," Rafe announced, stopping in front of a door. "The housekeeper told me we were in room seventeen."
Sure enough, a gold-leaf number seventeen was on the door, and Rafe opened it with the old-fashioned key hanging from the handle.
"We're... sharing a room?" My brows shot up in surprise as I stepped into the gorgeous room with, yep, just one bed. A big one, but still just one.
Rafe pushed the door shut behind us and closed the distance between us. His huge hands cupped my face in a crazy possessive move that instantly made my panties wet and my nipples hard.
"We're not letting you out of our sight for even a second, Cinderella. You're ours, and the next delusional motherfucker who lays a hand on you will be eating steel for breakfast. Clear?"
A deep shiver ran through me at the violence in his voice, and I rose up on my toes to meet his kiss. For ages, we just stood there and kissed. When we parted, both our breathing was heavy and quick.
"Besides," Rafe added, swiping his thumb over my lower lip and eyeing me with raw hunger. "My parents already know you own my heart, so why bother hiding it while we're here?"
I groaned. "I swear, if you keep saying romantic shit like that, you'll kill me of heart failure."
Rafe snickered, backing me up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. I dropped to sit on the edge of the mattress, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it before he could make any other moves. I knew he wanted to finish what we’d started before the dinner last night, but first...
"Violet..." Rafe growled in a warning tone as I unzipped his jeans and tugged them down his thighs.
I looked up at him from under my lashes as I freed him from his boxers and stroked down his length with my hand. "What?" I replied with a smirk.
He didn't protest any further, though. Instead he threaded his fingers into my messy curls and inhaled sharply when my mouth closed over his cock. His tight grip in my hair controlled my pace, and I learned pretty fast that I could take him deeper than I realized.
When he came, it was with a statement that I wanted permanently etched across my heart.
"Fuck, I love you, Violet."
I licked my lips and lay back on the bed to grin up at him. "I love you, too, Rafe."
He groaned and flopped down beside me, not bothering to do his pants back up. For a long time, we just lay there in silence, staring into each other's eyes. Then Rafe's gaze turned dark, and he dropped his hand to cup his dick.
"Strip for me, Violet. If I don't see my cum dripping from that perfect pussy before Jordan gets back, I'llactuallydie of heart failure."
And with romance like that, how was a girl to say no?
Seriously. How?
Chapter 32
The couple of days between our arrival and the vote passed like the blink of an eye. I barely even left our room except for meals. Mattie and Nolan were spending "quality time" with their parents—Mattie had put it in quotations when she messaged me—so we didn't see them at all. Which sort of suited us fine.
