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Focus you twat. Julian finds you in here, and this ends badly.
The door to the main room opened, and she gasped again. But this time, I clamped a hand over her mouth. She struggled in my hold, and I growled in her ear. "If you don't shut the fuck up, you will be found out."
I could feel her pulse jumping in her slender throat. She still struggled, and I clamped my hand tighter. "I'm trying to bloody help you, so shut the fuck up and come along."
I eased back, giving her some room, and she whispered, “How do I know you’re not here to kill me.”
“Really? If I’m some kind of killer, you don’t think I’d be more efficient?”
She stopped talking then, but mumbled something unintelligible, shifting her weight a little. The soft press of her body against mine sent blood rushing to my cock.
I forced myself to take long breaths. Distraction was going to get us both killed.
There were rows and rows of shoes in the cupboard, and at the very back of it, there was tunnel access on the wall that shared the side with the bathroom. I just had to find the latch. "Come on."
I kept my hand over her mouth but loosened my hold around her neck and gently pushed when she tried to fight me.
I finally had to rearrange her so that she stood in front of me with her back to my chest, and my arm around her waist. She tried to wiggle, but when I moved her forward, she walked obediently. "Be quiet."
At the panel, I leaned in closer. "I'm going to let go of you. You cannot scream. Do not make a sound."
This time she nodded vehemently against my hand, and I eased my hold. When I did, she dragged in a sharp breath, but she didn't say anything.
I groped around the wall and finally found what I was looking for. The panel gave way, and the secret passage was revealed.
When I was little and Julian had traveled, I would sometimes come to work with Mrs. Pembry. The old butler, Henry, had shown the secret passages to me, hoping to keep me out of trouble. I was only a boy back then, one who needed distractions and adventure and had no one to play with. So the staff had taken mercy on me. I didn’t think Montgomery used them himself, but I'd always felt like I was in a castle, discovering all the ways to move in and out of the house.
As Nissa moved in front of me, she stumbled, and I paused. I didn't say anything, but I had to rotate our position, and in the tight passage, it forced her body to plaster against mine as we adjusted.
Her soft intake of breath as she no doubt felt my thickening erection sent a wave of lava through my veins.
I halted her movement and then rotated her body, and she whispered. "Shit."
Automatically my hands tightened on her hips and under oath I would have sworn that I heard her moan. In my front pocket, the light from my phone illuminated her face. Her eyes had gone wide and her lips were parted just so, and when her tongue slipped out to moisten her bottom lip, I bit back a groan of my own.
I was strong enough to resist the temptation. I had to be.
Are you sure about that?
Our bodies had to press up against each other, and I was more than well aware of her tits pushing against my chest. In the darkness, she sucked in a sharp breath, and her scent wrapped around me, assaulting me, infiltrating my senses, making sure she was all I was aware of. And all the work I'd done over the last two weeks to put her out of my head, to keep her at arm's length, nearly shattered at that moment.
When I shifted in front of her and then reached for her hand in the dark, she tugged it back, forcing me to grab her wrist. "Fucking come on, already."
I dragged her through, trying to visualize the map in my head. When we finally reached the outlet behind the stairwell, I took a sharp breath. I used the light on my phone to find the panel.
When I tugged her forward, she halted. "What are you doing?"
"Saving your arse." And then I released the panel, opened it, and shoved her out, depositing her at the very top of the stairs leading down to the servants' quarters. No one would ask her why she was there, and she would be safe.
I heard her mutter, "Who the hell have you become?"
18
Nissa
Westin's grip on my elbow was sharp and tight as we left my father's house later that night. My heart was beating a rapid tattoo against my chest. He hadn't told my father, and how the hell had he known where I was going to be?
All I knew was he'd saved my arse. And I had no idea why.
