Page 32 of Unrequited
And I’m not a little girl anymore. I may be young, but I’ve lived through some shit. I’m not interested in childish games or small talk or endless flirting that goes nowhere.
I want something real.
With him.
Forbidden or not.
Because they’reallforbidden except for the pathetic hangers-on my brothers approve of, the ones who are happy to lick their damn boots for access to the Kopolov throne.
So I turn toward his bed and let him look, reallylook.Let him take me in like I’m something rare and forbidden. His arousal strains against the fabric of his pants, and the sight does something to me. It makes me feel… radiant. Dangerous.Desired.
He’s undressing me with his eyes, and I can feel every slow, deliberate stroke of it across my skin.
I swallow hard, my heart hammering like a drumbeat in my chest.
I lie back on his bed, the pillows cool beneath me.
“Kiss me, Seamus,” I whisper. I say his name softly, hoping the sound of it will break him. That maybe hearing it will be enough to make him touch me.
His responding growl is raw, desperate.
“Stop it, Zoya,” he says, barely controlled. He’s losing his grip. I can see it.
I shake my head slowly.
“I want you to touch me. Please.”
He growls again, a warning this time.
“No.”
Fine. I know exactly what I’m doing now.
If he won’t touch me… then I’ll do it myself.
I spread my legs and slide a hand under my panties, between my thighs, slow and shameless, my breath coming faster as my fingers move through my slick folds. He watches, frozen, his chest heaving.
I let out a moan.
Then he curses and moves, prowling over. I circle my clit faster.
He stops me, catching my wrist in his hand. Then he slides onto the bed beside me, curling his strong body around mine. His fingers find me—his touch rough and reverentall at once.
I gasp, my hips jolting. Oh mygod.
“Seamus.”I moan, immediately drowning in pleasure.
He strokes, slow and skilled, until I’m shaking… until I’m moaning his name into the dark.
His mouth meets mine. Our tongues touch. And when I come apart in his hands, it’s not just release.
It’s surrender.
Chapter 5
SEAMUS
She walksin like she doesn’t have a fucking care in the world. Like I didn’t just rescue her from a goddamn predator two nights ago, take her back to my forbidden flat, make her come, then watch her all fucking night as she slept between my sheets.
