Page 34 of Unmasked Legacy

Before I catch feelings for a man who has made it very clear where I stand.

I can’t risk my heart like that.

It has been through enough.

9

Walking over to the car that Zane so kindly leant me while I stay here, I pause at the windshield when I see something hanging off the rearview inside. When I parked it this morning, there was nothing on that mirror. Rushing around to the door, I swing it open, realizing I left it unlocked. Oops. I reach over and see that what is hanging is a locket.

I untangle it and bring it in for a closer look. It’s gold and seems to be quite old. The oval shape of the pendant is large, which is something you certainly don’t see anymore. I use my fingernail to wedge it open, and when I do, I see a picture of me as a little girl, sitting on my father’s lap. Gasping, I shake my head, confused. How the hell did this picture get in here?

I’ve never seen this locket before in my life.

On the other side, I see a piece of white paper with something written on it, but I can’t read the font it’s so small.

I need to know what it says, and I need to know who put it here.

Getting out of the car, I rush quickly toward Wolfe’s room, hoping he has a way I can read this. I don’t bother knocking on the door, I just bust it open. Wolfe isn’t in the main area, but I can see the light on in his bathroom. Hurrying over, I bang on the door, still staring at the necklace.

The door swings open.

I look up and see Wolfe standing there, completely naked, his cock so hard it’s an angry red color. My eyes widen, and I backup, stammering, unable to form words. His eyes flash with rage, and he growls, “Thought you were Esme.”

“Oh,” I squeak, my eyes moving to his enlarged, hard cock.

My pussy clenches.

God dammit.

I hate that I want him so damn bad.

“Guess you’re goin’ to have to stand there and wait while I finish this.”

I gasp when his hand curls around his dick and he begins stroking it. Spinning quickly, I turn my back to him, pressing a hand to my heart to try and calm it down. I feel his presence behind me, his warm body so close to mine that his breath tickles my neck.

“You can look away, Kitten, but it won’t stop what’s happening behind you.”

I can feel his hand moving, and with every jerk, his cock hits my back and the ache between my legs grows so intense that I have to cross them to try and block it out.

“You’re so fuckin’ turned on you can’t stand straight,” he growls, his lips grazing over my neck.

He loves that I want him, and he loves it even more than I can’t have him.

He wants me to sweat.

Closing my eyes, I try to think of anything else but the image of him stroking his cock, his hard, naked body against my back.

God, I want him.

I want him so fucking bad.

“I’ll come back later,” I manage, moving to take a step forward.

His arm lashes out, catching me around the waist and pulling me back to him. I bite my lip to stop the whimper as his fingers splay out over my belly, holding me there.

“I’m nearly done,” he growls. “No need to leave.”

“Does this make you feel better about yourself?” I snap, trying to forget about the ache between my legs.

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