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Authors: Jocelynn Drake
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placing it just in front of our chests over our hearts. We had to wait only a second before her eyes flared and snapped to my face. There was no mistaking the hunger that filled her wide blue eyes as she looked at me.
“You stay,” she commanded, then looked at Bronx. “You may go.”
Bronx turned to look at me, waiting for me confirm that it was all okay. I nodded. “I’ll meet you in a few in the entryway. Just be careful not to talk to anyone out there.” The troll made a sound like a snort as he walked away and shut the door behind him.
“Now send away the rest of your men,” I said, stepping closer to her.
“My guards are trusted and loyal.”
“Send them away. I’ve already sworn that I won’t hurt you.”
Aemilia flashed me an evil grin as she lowered her voice. “Whisper it in my ear. They’ll never know.”
Closing the distance between us so that my T-shirt brushed lightly against her bare arm, I bent my head down so that my breath danced across the soft shell of her ear. “I’m not going to tell you. I want to show you.” Gently wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I pressed her hand against my chest over my heart. “Feel it. Feel the weight of my secret. You’ve been here for years and one of the best secrets you’ve ever encountered is right at your fingertips. You’ll feel so good when you get this secret, and all you have to do is send your men away. Be alone with me. I swear, no harm will come to you.”
Her fingers trembled where they rest on my chest and her breathing had become more ragged as I spoke. On a bet, I had seen Parker send a woman spiraling into an orgasm without touching her, using only words. This conversation was much more sedate, yet it had me wondering if maybe my initial plan of wringing tears out of Aemilia from sexual frustration was a bad plan.
“Everyone out!” she announced in a hoarse voice that cracked.
“But—” one guard started to say.
“I said out!” she yelled, clenching her fist in my shirt as she pressed closer to me. Without thinking, I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her as if to protect her and maybe I needed to. The only thing standing between me and Parker’s cure at the moment were the armed Boy Scouts who were reluctant to leave me alone with the Virgin. Several of the guards frowned at me, but left without further argument.
Even after the door closed, I looked around the firelit room, staring deep into the shadows, reassuring myself that we were truly alone. I had a feeling there were cameras discreetly stashed in a couple corners, but it would be video only. The guards watching wouldn’t be able to hear anything that was said.
“We’re alone now. Tell me!” Aemilia demanded, leaning against me until she was practically riding my thigh. Her breasts were pushed against my chest so that I could feel her nipples through the thin material of her toga. There was a flush of excitement to her cheeks and her eyes sparkled.
“In this trade, you give me the tears first.”
The Virgin angrily shoved away from me, her expression twisting, becoming ugly. “You can’t do that! You promised me a secret.”
“And I’ll deliver but only if I get my tears.”
“I can’t cry,” she snarled in frustration.
I frowned. She might not feel sad any longer, but she definitely still had the ability to get angry. “Then you’re just going to have to let me help you.”
Closing the distance between us again, I slid my hands into her hair until I was cupping the back of her head. I held her against me so that I could whisper in her ear. She was stiff in my arms, but she didn’t yet push away from me. The temptation of my tightly held secret had her willing to play along for a little while. My eyes fell shut as I whispered an old spell I had learned years ago, but remained fresh in my mind.
I needed to pull Aemilia’s memories to the foreground. The spirit that now occupied her body may have killed off all feelings of
“You stay,” she commanded, then looked at Bronx. “You may go.”
Bronx turned to look at me, waiting for me confirm that it was all okay. I nodded. “I’ll meet you in a few in the entryway. Just be careful not to talk to anyone out there.” The troll made a sound like a snort as he walked away and shut the door behind him.
“Now send away the rest of your men,” I said, stepping closer to her.
“My guards are trusted and loyal.”
“Send them away. I’ve already sworn that I won’t hurt you.”
Aemilia flashed me an evil grin as she lowered her voice. “Whisper it in my ear. They’ll never know.”
Closing the distance between us so that my T-shirt brushed lightly against her bare arm, I bent my head down so that my breath danced across the soft shell of her ear. “I’m not going to tell you. I want to show you.” Gently wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I pressed her hand against my chest over my heart. “Feel it. Feel the weight of my secret. You’ve been here for years and one of the best secrets you’ve ever encountered is right at your fingertips. You’ll feel so good when you get this secret, and all you have to do is send your men away. Be alone with me. I swear, no harm will come to you.”
Her fingers trembled where they rest on my chest and her breathing had become more ragged as I spoke. On a bet, I had seen Parker send a woman spiraling into an orgasm without touching her, using only words. This conversation was much more sedate, yet it had me wondering if maybe my initial plan of wringing tears out of Aemilia from sexual frustration was a bad plan.
“Everyone out!” she announced in a hoarse voice that cracked.
“But—” one guard started to say.
“I said out!” she yelled, clenching her fist in my shirt as she pressed closer to me. Without thinking, I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her as if to protect her and maybe I needed to. The only thing standing between me and Parker’s cure at the moment were the armed Boy Scouts who were reluctant to leave me alone with the Virgin. Several of the guards frowned at me, but left without further argument.
Even after the door closed, I looked around the firelit room, staring deep into the shadows, reassuring myself that we were truly alone. I had a feeling there were cameras discreetly stashed in a couple corners, but it would be video only. The guards watching wouldn’t be able to hear anything that was said.
“We’re alone now. Tell me!” Aemilia demanded, leaning against me until she was practically riding my thigh. Her breasts were pushed against my chest so that I could feel her nipples through the thin material of her toga. There was a flush of excitement to her cheeks and her eyes sparkled.
“In this trade, you give me the tears first.”
The Virgin angrily shoved away from me, her expression twisting, becoming ugly. “You can’t do that! You promised me a secret.”
“And I’ll deliver but only if I get my tears.”
“I can’t cry,” she snarled in frustration.
I frowned. She might not feel sad any longer, but she definitely still had the ability to get angry. “Then you’re just going to have to let me help you.”
Closing the distance between us again, I slid my hands into her hair until I was cupping the back of her head. I held her against me so that I could whisper in her ear. She was stiff in my arms, but she didn’t yet push away from me. The temptation of my tightly held secret had her willing to play along for a little while. My eyes fell shut as I whispered an old spell I had learned years ago, but remained fresh in my mind.
I needed to pull Aemilia’s memories to the foreground. The spirit that now occupied her body may have killed off all feelings of
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