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I search his gaze for the answer, to understand what he’s alluding to, but I can’t locate it. “What?”
“When I kissed you, that was for me,” he says.
“Oh.”
Darius wraps his arms around me in a crushing hold, and his mouth slams against mine. Before I can react, his tongue spears my lips. He doesn’t explore, doesn’t seduce.
This time, he conquers me.
I sag in his embrace, rubbing against the hardness of him, my entire body coming to life. My thighs are coated with the effects of my arousal, and my core pulses with a need that borders on insanity. I want him.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
Darius rips his mouth away, breaking the kiss with such abruptness that I’d fall over if he weren’t holding me so tightly. I stare up at him with my lips parted, my chest heaving, and my mind dazed.
“Thatwas also for me,” he says, the infectious smile from before returning.
He looks to Baxter, and the movement dispels the fog of lust surrounding me. I glance over and stiffen at the disdain etched in his features. If that were the only thing I could see, I’d freeze over. But the blood running hotly through him, flowing downward and hardening his cock, makes me flush.
We lock eyes. His flash with emotions so intense they sear me, and I drop my gaze. Darius clears his throat and releases me to walk over to the mirror hung on the far wall.
“Remember your vow to me,” he says to Baxter. He drags his nail over the cut in his palm and slaps it against the reflective surface. The telltale green glow bursts to life around the object and I shudder.
“Until the next time, Adelaide.”
With that he disappears, leaving me bereft.
And with his devil of a brother.
CHAPTER6
ADELAIDE
“Get out.”
I jerk my head to Baxter, who glares at me with his nostrils flaring. He makes a slashing motion with his hand, and I flinch. My feet trip over themselves in my haste to leave the room.
“Don’t try to escape,” he calls after me. “You’ll regret it.”
The sound of his voice is nothing but an echo as I race down the hallway leading to the staircase. I don’t give a shit that the queen is a possible threat to my well-being. Baxter is more of an immediate one.
I descend the stairs. and my heartbeat pounds in my ears, synchronized to the pounding of my feet against the marble tile in the foyer. My grip on the doorknob leading outside is tenuous, and I take a moment to steady my nerves so I can twist the damn thing. The hinges remain silent as I swing the wooden door open and dart forward.
Straight into a wall.
I bounce off of the object blocking my path and flail, tossing my arms out to remain upright. The feel of someone grabbing me around the waist has my chest filling with a scream. Only it never leaves my mouth, having been interrupted by a hand clutching the underside of my jaw and forcefully lifting my head.
“What do we have here?” The man’s voice is light and playful, yet the gleam in his kohl-lined eyes is anything but. “Well, hello there, little bird. Trying to escape the nest, are we?”
My gaze bounces from the stranger’s icy blue gaze to the smirk on his full lips to the blue-black of his hair. Atop his dark strands sits a gray top hat that still carries a sales tag. It’s at odds with the finery of his clothing and the walking stick he twirls in his left hand.
I plant my hands on his chest and shove with all my might. The man doesn’t budge. Instead, he chuckles merrily as though I’ve told him a joke, his laughter making nerves zip along my spine.
“Let go of me,” I grit out.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He spins me so quickly that my head whirls. The slamming of the door reaches me a second before the hardness of the wood presses against my back. The man releases my waist to bring the walking stick to my throat, pinning me in place. The golden lion’s head on the end winks at me. My eyes widen as my fear amplifies.
