Emory Kane’s mouth is smooth and warm as his lips move against mine. Once again, I’m surprised that they’re not cold, but the longer he holds himself against me, the more those thoughts fade from my mind, and all I can think about is how badly I want this man who is touching me in a more intimate w
And he didn’t have to. “What about that man from the meeting yesterday?” he asks, changing the subject on me so abruptly, I’m not sure who he’s speaking of. I stare at him, unblinking. “The tall one who was standing behind you.” “Oh. Darius,” I say with a nod. “He’s my Beta. Will be my Beta. Was s
Kane Kissing Emory was likely a mistake, but as I rush down the hall to the room where my brother, Prince Jacob, all of Opaline’s consorts, and the princess herself are awaiting my arrival, I can’t say that I regret my actions. The warmth of her lips lingers on mine, and I can still taste her on my
“Why did Emory feel the need to throw her shoes at you to begin with?” I have to ask, though I already know the answer. “Because she’s a horrid bitch!” Opal proclaims, turning in her chair to completely face me now. “She’s a monster! We were just walking by, minding our own business, and she leaped
“Fine!” Opal stands up in protest, flipping her skirts around wildly. “Is there anything else?” “No, you may go.” I am calm again, and as she files out, muttering under her breath that it’s not fair that she got in trouble for something that “awful bitch” started, I am rethinking most aspects of my
Emory As I eat my dinner, I contemplate whether or not I am letting myself get carried away with the feelings I am developing for Kane. I have heard about women becoming obsessed with their captors before, but it doesn’t seem like he is my captor. On the contrary, in many ways, it seems like he is
“Careful now!” Helga warns from across the room. “Don’t go saying things you can’t take back, Nellie.” “Oh, hush!” Nellie says, swatting a hand at her coworker. “I’m not saying I think he’s ready to call the wedding off or anything, but I have noticed the way he looks at you. The way he checks on y
Emory I am trying my best to fall asleep, but my mind continues to spin with thoughts of Kane and the kiss we shared earlier in the night. The feeling has faded from my flesh, but it continues to burn in my mind, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s any possibility he is still thinking of me. Di