When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)



Chapter 97 ARTEMISIA

"Harper?" I ask, taken aback at finding her coming out from what is supposed to be Fynn's quarters.

"I hope you get happy together. You certainly deserve each other!" she shoots me an angry look before walking away and out through the long hallway.

What the...

"Thank you!" I shout after her, in a sarcastic tone.

I shake myself back to reality, opening the door further to step into the quarters which are supposed to belong to Fynn.

Walking through wide doors and dark interiors, I reach the bedroom with a huge four-poster bed standing in its middle.

"I told you to fucking leave before..." Fynn's deep voice has me jerking up, and I look at him, seeing him halt in his tracks as he is getting out of the en-suite bathroom.

"She just left," I say, pointing to the entrance. "Do you want me to call her back?"

His angry expression morphs and a grin spreads on his lips before he moves quickly, reaching me in an instant. Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me up, covering my face and shoulders in featherlight kisses. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to visit you and your little bunk bed," I answer, making him laugh. "What is this?"

"Sorry, babe. I wanted to make you feel as much uncomfortable as I could when I was still trying to convince myself that I didn't need you."

I nod absent-mindedly, propping my arms onto his shoulders. "Uh-huh. Are you going to tell me what Harper was doing in your quarters just a moment ago?"

"Sure," he chuckles, letting me back down to my feet. "She wanted to talk to me about... well, her and me... Not that there is anything to talk about." "So, what did you talk about?" I ask, crossing my arms on my chest.

He grabs my wrists, loosening my grip to wrap my arms around his neck. "Don't sulk, princess. I told her nicely that I just used her to make you jealous, got a boring lecture about integrity and that's it."

"That's it?" I ask, making him grin even more.

He leans in to kiss me before nodding slightly. "As I said. Boring."

"You are so mean. She obviously liked you," I say, shaking my head, but he just shrugs.

"As if I cared."

He pulls down the collar of his shirt with a crazily happy expression. "Also, I wear a mark already."

I laugh, my finger grazing his to pull at the material even more to expose a small mark of reddened skin. "I'm surprised that it is still there."

"Because it's important," he beams at me with a proud expression. "Drake doesn't want it healed as well."

Straightening his spine, he pulls me closer to him. "But let's talk about you. I felt you were a bit troubled a few moments ago. Didn't your talk go well?"

"No. No. It was just a bit awkward, but it was alright." I clear my throat, feeling like a traitor at harbouring these silly thoughts of fear, and decide to want it off my chest.

Fynn always made me feel comfortable enough to talk.

“To be honest, I felt like something wasn't right."

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head, looking at me questioningly.

Shrugging, I purse my lips. "I don't know. He apologised and I had the impression that he was genuinely feeling bad for what he did."

I take a moment to sort my thoughts out, before continuing, "On the other hand, I had a very bad sensation when it comes to him freaking out when tell him that I'll spend time with someone else. I'm a bit worried about how he will take Cayden's mark on me."

“I'm sure that he just feels guilty about what he did. It will be alright,” he tries to calm me, but I can feel his emotions being a bit out of place as well.

With a deep sigh, I lean my forehead against his chest. "You are right. I'm still feeling so agitated that I don't seem to be able to think clearly."

"It will be alright soon," he whispers, pressing a kiss on top of my head.

Looking back up at him, I pout, "He thinks you threatened me into going to the ball with you. I told him that it wasn't like this, but he wouldn't believe me. He is still convinced that you hurt me on our first night

together because you took me by force. Can't we do anything about it?"

"Why should we?" he grins down at me, before leaning in to kiss me. "He can think what he wants."

I groan, wanting to get out of his grip, but he holds me back, making my heart flip in my chest. "You are so cruel, Why can't we tell him how you asked me out, and I'm going to the ball because you asked me nicely." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

S

"They think I'm forcing you and I loved it, honestly. Please, let me have my fun, princess." He grins down at me, making me roll my eyes.

“I don't know..." I bite my bottom lip, and he lifts his hand to free it with his thumb.

He caresses my lip with his thumb gently while we lose each other in our eyes.

Lifting my chin gently with his hand, he captures my lips with his. I wrap my hands around his neck, feeling all my sorrows glide off me slowly.

"Let me distract you a bit. You need to relax after all this stress," he says between kisses, his tone mockingly mischievous.

"Uh-huh," I answer against his lips, my core pulsating longingly.

He drives his hand into my hair, pulling me closer as his tongue invades my mouth, tasting every inch of me greedily.

Breaking the kiss, he holds me in place as he travels down, inspecting my jawline, neck and chest with his lips.

"Do you want me to call Cayden and Matty?" he asks me, making my heart skip a beat.

“Huh?” I whisper, getting him to look at me with a smug expression.

"Do you want me to call them?" he asks huskily, his eyes burning into mine.

The little voice trapped in my mind is already screaming at me to do it as I gulp. "Logan would feel everything. That wouldn't be fair...”

A sly grin spreads on his lips as he grabs me. I squeal as he lifts me into his arms, only to throw me onto his bed.

"Will serve him right, after what he has done. Let's call it shock therapy," he chuckles, and I can't believe how much fun he is having at this.

But before I can even form a coherent sentence in my mind to answer him, my mind gets lost in its own haze as he slips his t-shirt off and gets into the bed on his knees.

"Your dress, babe. Lose it."

I'm still observing him come closer with my heart beating into my throat, as I take off my dress and bra. His fingers glide onto my skin teasingly before he pulls my panties off me.

He starts kissing my legs, travelling further up to my belly, over my stomach and breasts, and I stretch myself beneath him, enjoying every little friction he leaves on my skin.

After circling my nipples with his tongue, making them go even harder, he sucks them gently before moving further up.

He pushes me to the mattress with his hungry kisses as I hear the door fall back into his lock.

I can't even wonder for too long who just came in as Cayden's mouthwatering scent already invades his bedroom.