Page 49 of Destined By Dragonblood
“Are you?” he asked with a rushed exhale.
“I think so?” I tried for a smile, one he didn’t offer in return.
His hands clenched and released at his sides. “Can I…”
I dropped my bag and stepped into him, laying my cheek against his bare chest between the straps of his harness. His heart beat heavy in perfect time with mine, the musky scent of him flooding my nose and causing unrest between my thighs regardless of the comfort I received from being pressed against him. My inner turmoil calmed enough that I drew a breath without hindrance for the first time since Dolyn had hurt him.
Vanni settled his arms around me, nose in my hair, a shudder ripping through him. “He’s your stalker, isn’t he? The man you met on Saturday.”
“Yes. Please don’t call the cops on him.”
“Security already did.”
I heaved a heavy exhale, exhaustion creeping in thick enough I couldn’t think straight. Tears clogged my throat—hazed my sight. A sob rose past my lips, and I clung to the only unmovable rock I had in my life.
Vanni didn’t shush me or attempt to stop my rolling emotions, simply allowed me a different type of release than the usual he gifted me.
Nothing made sense anymore. My heart and body were torn in two directions, and I had no clue what to do about my feelings for both men. I didn’t even know Dolyn, yet sensed a strange connection with him, as though our souls had been entwined before time. And nothing had ever felt more right than Vanni’s hands on me, his arms holding me close, and the thump of his heart beneath my ear. Any fear I’d had of skin-on-skin touching had long since disappeared with this man.
I should have been glorying in the next step toward healing, but the mess with Dolyn didn’t allow for any happiness or satisfaction.
My tears eventually quieted, and Vanni gently cupped my cheeks in his palms to lift my head.
I blinked up at him, the desire swirling in his eyes—my need to close the distance between us and taste his lips—mirroring his.
“Ashley.” He swept his thumb across my lower lip.
I shuddered. “Green, Master—Vanni. Please kiss me.”
A small shift on his hold angled me perfectly for his descending mouth.
“Mr. DiLoreto?” a man called through the closed door beside us, and I huffed, pouting.
Vanni heaved a sigh and stepped back, cupping my elbow. “Yes?” He lifted his voice in return but didn’t take his focus off my lips.
“Cops are here.”
I peered at my master, my insides beginning to twist into a knot, all trace of arousal from our near-kiss evaporated.
“Let’s go get this straightened out, and then we’ll have a nice glass or two of wine to unwind, okay?” Vanni pushed my hair over my shoulder and smiled softly.
My insides swooned over the desire in his eyes, but the tension remained.
Was I healed?
Still broken?
Jenna gave an encouraging smile from behind the desk when we entered the receptionist area.
The security guard led us through a door behind her and up a set of stairs.
My thoughts replayed the last twenty minutes, and my insides continued to shake with the need for rest and lust alike. Forget the glass of wine Vanni had suggested. I would be drinking an entire bottle to escape the conflicting feelings ravaging my insides.
A cock buried deep inside my body would be just as good. Slow, lavish glides against my inner walls heightening my arousal until I climaxed around the thrusting length, lost in pleasure. I would gladly accept every drop of cum gifted to me.
But from which man?
I caught the moan rising up my throat and swallowed as the guard ushered us into what I assumed to be Vanni’s office.
