I’m trying to put myself back together after the fucking disaster that just happened. Only Torrin knows me too well, so I couldn’t fool him even if we were standing in the dark. He’s smart enough not to say anything, so at least there’s that.
The doorbell rings.
“Fabien is here,” I say as if he doesn’t know. “I’ll get him.”
He eyes me. I turn and head for the stairs.
“Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere,” I call out over my shoulder as I start to descend the stairs.
My mind is racing.
How is it we are connected?
Why does she bring out this strange side of me?
I don’t fucking like what’s going on here. The sooner I figure it out, the sooner I can be rid of her.
As my legs work down the stairs, the silky fabric of my slacks rubs against my hard cock, feeling too good but not good enough at the same time. I haven’t worn underwear in years, yet this is the first time I’ve ever thought it was a mistake.
I hadn’t fucked a virgin before her, but I’m thinking that had been a mistake too.
Fuck. What is wrong with me?
She’s no different than the others.
She’s nothing more than a wet pussy I stuck my dick in one night. That’s it.
That’s all they ever are.
So why the fuck is she here now? How come I suddenly feel like I’m stuck with her? And worse, how come I can’t forget everything about that night?
She still smells the same. Tastes the same. And it’s driving me crazy. Clearly! Since I kissed her not even two minutes ago.
I groan as I hit the main floor. Instinctively, my tongue rolls over my bottom lip as if I can collect any lingering taste of her there.
“I got it,” I tell Lucille as I catch her heading from the back to answer the call.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, thank you.” I send her a smile to set her at ease. “Dinner smells amazing,” I add.
She shoots me an all-knowing look. Lucille has been in my life longer than I’ve held this empire. It was my father, actually, who had hired her not long after he’d taken me in. She’s not shy about the things that go on around here, but she’s smart enough to keep her nose out of it andsaw nothingif anyone should ever ask.
“Two hours,” she tells me as she heads back to where she came from. “Don’t let it get cold.”
“I won’t,” I promise as I pull open the door.
Fabien stands there giving me what I could only describe as a fatherly look of disapproval. It’s strange to see it from him and almost hilarious. If he wasn’t my best chance of getting out of thiscursesituation, I would make fun of him for it.
I say nothing as I motion him in. He follows behind me.
“Was that her?” It takes him a moment to ask the question, leaving me to think he had to gather some courage to do so.
“I’m not sure what Torrin has told you, but she has the same markings I do. Those fucking weird lines.” I let out a long breath as I turn to face him. “And…” I haven’t said this out loud yet, but I have a feeling Torrin can sense it. “Since I’ve been around her, the symptoms have faded. They aren’t completely gone, but I’m feeling much better.”
“And you’re sure it’s not the powder?” he asks.
“I’m sure,” I say. “The powder helped, but the moment she was…” I pause, thinking of when I had her under my hand, her throat pressed against my palm. My dick twitches at the memory. I clear my throat before I go on, trying hard to skirt around the position I had her in this afternoon. All the positions I’ve had her in, period. “Within reach.”
