Page 13 of Wicked Heiress

I was about to come when I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume. My eyes snapped open to Grace standing in the entryway to the bathroom as if I had manifested her.

I should have stopped jerking off or at least asked her to leave so that I could finish. But after weeks of staring at her killer body in those tiny bikinis, I needed a release.

I needed her.

And since I couldn’t have her, I had to settle for the next best thing. Her grandfather would destroy my family if I touched a single hair on her head. The Knights were threatened and forced to swear an oath to The Founders Society.

It was our job to ensure her safety, not fuck her. Not think about her every waking moment. I knew it was wrong to want anything from Grace. The strange emotions I felt for her would eventually pass.

Through the glass, I watched Grace lick her lips. She was just as interested in me as I was in her. Her nipples were so hard they poked through her dress. Even her tanned skin had little bumps from her arousal.

As steam billowed out from the room, it clouded around her. I pretended she was a mirage, something I conjured to help me come faster.

With my hand on the wall, I stroked myself with the other, keeping my movements quick and precise. Everything was about efficiency for me. I said I would come to her room at five, but she was early.

Her eyes wandered up and down my body with desire. She often turned her head whenever we got too close. But within the confines of my bedroom, no one could see us. With each tug on my cock, I raced to the finish line, imagining I was coming inside the girl of my literal dreams. I thought about her each night, wishing I could have one taste.

Just once.

But I needed order and control, two things I wouldn’t have if I crossed the line with Fitzy’s granddaughter.

I was so close, seconds from coming, when Grace said, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not,” I grunted as she ran out of the room, coming into my hand seconds later.

This was reckless.

And stupid.

A girl like Grace was probably already promised to another man. Her grandfather likely had someone in mind for her to marry. My dad had been toying with a few options for me, but I told him to get lost. I didn’t want to marry until I was closer to thirty unless it was essential.

My life as a Knight was dangerous. And with how much heat we had been under lately, I couldn’t bring a woman into this situation. The Russians had infiltrated Devil’s Creek only a few weeks before Grace arrived. We’d lost a few Knights over the past year because of The Lucaya Group.

Grace made my job harder.

She was too tempting, far too distracting. I was afraid I would slip up once and fail her. That couldn’t happen, not on my watch.

Friends.

That was all we could ever be.

After I dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks, I headed to Grace’s room. She sat on the bed, hands clasped on her lap and staring at the floor.

I knocked. “Ready to eat?”

Her head lifted a few inches. Then, she nodded, using some of her hair to shield her eyes. She was so quiet. Some days, I barely heard her voice. And when I did, I couldn’t get the beautiful sound out of my head for hours.

I offered my hand to Grace. “C’mon, time to eat.” She slipped her fingers between mine, and I led her out of the bedroom and down the hall. “You’ll love this place. They have the best seafood on the coast.”

We had a reservation at Cafe Lacroix, a restaurant in town on the water. It overlooked Devil’s Creek and Beacon Bay. The two towns were practically on top of each other. Except there was a significant difference in wealth among the residents.

Devil’s Creek had more billionaires than any city in the country. Beacon Bay had some millionaires but not many. Most of their residents worked menial jobs that catered to tourists. People visited the area each summer to see what it was like to live like kings.

But most people didn’t discover Devil’s Creek was gated until after they arrived. We didn’t have hotels or any rental properties. The Founders didn’t allow anyone to rent their home for security reasons.

After I helped Grace into my Ferrari, my cell phone beeped with a new text message from Drake. I stopped outside the driver’s side door and sighed at my cousin’s message.

Drake

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