Shaun’s understanding of the situation grew. Saskia had gotten the phone from an admirer, a man she trusted, but Shaun wasn’t so sure the young woman should trust a man under her father’s employ. She didn’t want to scare Saskia, but she wanted her to be careful around the person willing to give her a burner phone. A man who may or may not have manipulated her.
“Saskia…” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, and finally settled on, “if you ever need anything, please come to me. I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”
It was a weak promise, considering she held no real power within the household, but she was intelligent and resourceful. If Saskia needed her, she’d find a way to protect her.
“Should we go back to the party?” Shaun asked, reaching for the door. “Considering I’m the guest of honour, I should probably attend for at least a few minutes.”
They were halfway out of the closet when Shaun found herself pushed back inside.
“Hey!” She twisted around to look at her attacker and found herself face-to-face with Jozef. He winked at his cousin and slammed the door in her face.
When he turned back to Shaun, his gaze was distinctly predatory.
“What?” she asked, backing away from him.
You left me alone with that soul-sucking witch. His eyes were gleaming with lust and mischief as he stalked her into the far reaches of the closet.
“I figured you’d be okay in the claws… I mean hands of an old girlfriend,” Shaun said casually, feeling anything but casual. Sexual tension filled the closet, sizzling and snapping around them like a live wire, heating the air with their energy.
She continued to back away from him, into the shadowy depths of the closet until her back hit something hard. Glancing over her shoulder she realized she was pressed up against a stack of tables. Jozef gave her a another charged look as he reached for her, dragging her into his embrace, his intentions clear.
“Don’t rip my new dress,” she told him breathlessly, right before his lips met hers.
His kiss was seductive, immediately pulling her into the wild vortex of sizzling sensuality that constantly surrounded them. She never knew a man could taste so good, like heat, smoke and the forbidden. Jozef was every female fantasy come to life, impossible to resist for a mere mortal. Shaun didn’t even try. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he dragged her more fully into his embrace.
They kissed as if time didn’t matter, as if the engagement party of the season wasn’t on the other side of the door, the orchestra now in full swing. Shaun realized the orchestra was playing a rendition of Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. The wild, heart pumping music entwined them as they clung to each other, kissing as though they would never get another chance. Shaun’s heart beat with the music, with the sweep of Jozef’s hands, with the beat of his heart against her chest.
She gasped into his mouth as he lifted her off the ground and set her ass on the table behind her. It rocked under her, but she trusted him to keep her safe. His skilled hands swept her body, caressing, touching, memorizing. He bunched her skirt in his fist and yanked it up past her hips. Shaun spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, dragging him closer.
Jozef reached between them, gripped the soaking crotch of her delicate lace panties and tore. She moaned into his mouth, the sting of the tearing fabric on her thighs driving her higher into exhilarating passion. He sank his fingers into her needy pussy, stroking her until she was so turned on she was riding his hand, thrusting her hips against him.
“Please, Jozef, please….” Whimpers spilled from her lips, igniting the simmering blaze of his answering desire.
He freed his cock from the confines of his pants, pressed the crown against her and thrust home. Their eyes met, soul-searing blue clashing with golden brown in a moment of total unity. Shaun had never felt such intense attraction before, and it was unlikely she would find it again with anyone else. They were a perfectly imperfect match.
He hugged her to him and fucked her, at first slow and gentle, but soon his thrusts became ferocious. His hips slammed into the cradle of her thighs, bruising the tender flesh, the tiny bite of pain that sent her higher and higher. She tried to bite back the screams that threatened to erupt, but his wild lovemaking took her over completely.
Shaun screamed as her orgasm hit with the force of a lightning bolt, slamming through her body and sending her into the stratosphere. He continued fucking his way into her as she tightened around him, strangling his cock with the force of her orgasm. He grunted against her throat and bit her neck, taking the delicate necklace into his mouth for a moment. She thought he might break it, but he used it to tantalize her, dragging the metal along her skin as he licked and nipped.
As she floated down, surrounded by a cloud of utter bliss, Jozef reached his own peak. He thrust his tongue into her ear as he came inside her, his cock growing unbearably large. The sensation of his tongue in her ear and his cock slamming against her cervix sent Shaun spiralling over the edge once more.
As they both drifted back to the present, Jozef pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling in unison. Finally, he pulled out of her. Instead of stepping away, he ran his fingers through her folds, gathering their combined fluids. He brought his fingers up to her mouth, the scent of them reaching out to her in an erotic embrace.
He held still, waiting for her. She leaned forward and sucked his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the roughened digits. He growled, the sound sending pleasurable shivers down her spine. Then he took it one step further and leaned in to take her lips, thrusting his tongue past his own fingers into the depths of her mouth, then finishing by sucking his own finger.
Shaun was breathless and brainless by the time he stepped away from her. She was so fuck-drunk, the mansion could’ve caught on fire and she wouldn’t have noticed.
“I’m a mess,” she said, with a breathless laugh. She was giddy from the endorphins rushing through her.
You will not clean up; you will wear our love proudly on your thighs.
She stared at him in shock. Not because he was asking her to walk around a room full of people with his cum dripping down her legs. He’d used the wrong sign for love. Instead of tapping his fist against his palm as if to say something was a symbol of love, such as their combined fluids, he used the crossed fists. Romantic love. Unless her sign language lessons were completely failing her, his words roughly translated to, “I love you and want the world to know.”
He helped her off the table, lowered her skirt and took her hand, leading her from the closet.
Chapter Forty-Two
“There you two are,” Dasha scolded, though her tone was jovial. The party was turning into a spectacular success and it was clear she couldn’t be happier. “Come meet the Croziers, they flew in from New York just to be here for your special day.”
Shaun and Jozef linked fingers, a united force, as they were paraded around the ballroom and introduced to a dizzying number of people. Shaun accepted a champagne glass somewhere along the way, and another as her empty one was replaced the instant the last drop slipped down her throat. She didn’t drink often and was beginning to feel the effects of the champagne. She became more relaxed, her responses to whatever inquiries came her way far more candid than they would have been if she’d been sober.