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lost in the grocery store.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said roughly.
“It does,” I pressed. She looked away from me, but I placed my hand gently against her jaw, turning her face back toward me. Her wounded blue eyes hesitantly flicked back up to my face and I could see an echo of the little girl from the hall. “I never meant to hurt you like that. I would have preferred happy tears, but those are extremely hard to come by. I would have preferred one small tear over a lost teddy bear or maybe a favorite sled.”
A wobbly smile skimmed along her lips as she struggled not to giggle at my stupid movie reference.
I released her face and took a step back again, giving her some breathing room. As she straightened again, pushing her goddess complex back into place, she looked at me with a furrowed brow. “How did you even do that in the first place?”
I slipped my hands into my pockets as I waited for the realization to hit her. It didn’t take long. Her eyes suddenly widened and her lovely mouth formed a perfect O as she pushed away from the chair. “You’re a . . . But—”
As the full depth of my secret washed over her mind, her head fell back as the hot flush to her cheeks returned. A deep moan rumbled up her throat while her eyes fluttered closed. I lurched forward and swept her into my arms as she started to crumple to the floor. I quickly deposited her on the sofa as she continued to writhe and scream in my arms.
Standing back near the fireplace, I watched her, more than a little confused. I knew that the spirit residing in the Vestal Virgins fed off the secrets, but the noises she was making weren’t yummy-this-is-good noises. She was . . . Holy shit! She was coming. And by the looks and sounds of it, it was a damn good orgasm. Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes. Well, hell, the Ivory Towers certainly had this part wrong about them. The Vestal Virgins were chaste because they didn’t fucking need sex. Give them a good secret and they’d shatter without a single touch.
When Aemilia grew quiet again, I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my eyes, resisting the urge to adjust myself. Beautiful woman moans and writhes on the couch in a skimpy outfit and see if you don’t get a little hard, regardless of the circumstances.
“Was it good for you?” I asked with a smile. Only one of us had enjoyed a release, but I couldn’t be too bitter considering the ugly memory I had dragged to the foreground of her mind.
Aemilia gave me a little smile as she rolled over onto her stomach. Her eyes sparkled in the firelight as she looked up at me. “How many know?” Her voice was low and husky, sending a jolt through me.
“Outside the Towers?” She nodded. “One. Maybe two. If anyone finds out, I’m dead and it won’t be just the Towers hunting for me. Everyone will be demanding my head.”
Aemilia arched her back, pressing her pelvis into the cushions as she dropped her head back and softly moaned as if a fresh ripple of pleasure was rushing through her. Yeah, that seemed fitting. The more danger my life was in, the more she got off.
“Despite the oddness of our arrangement, I am assuming that you will keep my secret,” I said as she became quiet again.
Aemilia’s frown wiped away the last bit of pleasure on her face. “I keep the secrets that I’m given. It doesn’t matter how I acquire them. I hope you enjoy my tears.”
“They’re going to help someone who is in a lot of trouble right now. Thank you from both of us, and I’m sorry about what happened.”
She shrugged, trying to brush off my concern as if it weren’t important, but she was no longer meeting my gaze. “It was a long time ago.”
I frowned. It should never have happened to such young girls, and some part of me was terrified that her father had never been punished. “Is there . . . something . . . I can do?”
Her head popped up, surprise on her face. “Are you offering to kill him?”
“No!” I quickly
“Doesn’t matter,” she said roughly.
“It does,” I pressed. She looked away from me, but I placed my hand gently against her jaw, turning her face back toward me. Her wounded blue eyes hesitantly flicked back up to my face and I could see an echo of the little girl from the hall. “I never meant to hurt you like that. I would have preferred happy tears, but those are extremely hard to come by. I would have preferred one small tear over a lost teddy bear or maybe a favorite sled.”
A wobbly smile skimmed along her lips as she struggled not to giggle at my stupid movie reference.
I released her face and took a step back again, giving her some breathing room. As she straightened again, pushing her goddess complex back into place, she looked at me with a furrowed brow. “How did you even do that in the first place?”
I slipped my hands into my pockets as I waited for the realization to hit her. It didn’t take long. Her eyes suddenly widened and her lovely mouth formed a perfect O as she pushed away from the chair. “You’re a . . . But—”
As the full depth of my secret washed over her mind, her head fell back as the hot flush to her cheeks returned. A deep moan rumbled up her throat while her eyes fluttered closed. I lurched forward and swept her into my arms as she started to crumple to the floor. I quickly deposited her on the sofa as she continued to writhe and scream in my arms.
Standing back near the fireplace, I watched her, more than a little confused. I knew that the spirit residing in the Vestal Virgins fed off the secrets, but the noises she was making weren’t yummy-this-is-good noises. She was . . . Holy shit! She was coming. And by the looks and sounds of it, it was a damn good orgasm. Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes. Well, hell, the Ivory Towers certainly had this part wrong about them. The Vestal Virgins were chaste because they didn’t fucking need sex. Give them a good secret and they’d shatter without a single touch.
When Aemilia grew quiet again, I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my eyes, resisting the urge to adjust myself. Beautiful woman moans and writhes on the couch in a skimpy outfit and see if you don’t get a little hard, regardless of the circumstances.
“Was it good for you?” I asked with a smile. Only one of us had enjoyed a release, but I couldn’t be too bitter considering the ugly memory I had dragged to the foreground of her mind.
Aemilia gave me a little smile as she rolled over onto her stomach. Her eyes sparkled in the firelight as she looked up at me. “How many know?” Her voice was low and husky, sending a jolt through me.
“Outside the Towers?” She nodded. “One. Maybe two. If anyone finds out, I’m dead and it won’t be just the Towers hunting for me. Everyone will be demanding my head.”
Aemilia arched her back, pressing her pelvis into the cushions as she dropped her head back and softly moaned as if a fresh ripple of pleasure was rushing through her. Yeah, that seemed fitting. The more danger my life was in, the more she got off.
“Despite the oddness of our arrangement, I am assuming that you will keep my secret,” I said as she became quiet again.
Aemilia’s frown wiped away the last bit of pleasure on her face. “I keep the secrets that I’m given. It doesn’t matter how I acquire them. I hope you enjoy my tears.”
“They’re going to help someone who is in a lot of trouble right now. Thank you from both of us, and I’m sorry about what happened.”
She shrugged, trying to brush off my concern as if it weren’t important, but she was no longer meeting my gaze. “It was a long time ago.”
I frowned. It should never have happened to such young girls, and some part of me was terrified that her father had never been punished. “Is there . . . something . . . I can do?”
Her head popped up, surprise on her face. “Are you offering to kill him?”
“No!” I quickly
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