Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (47 page)

lace underwear is ridiculously sexy, and I can’t stare at it on her sleek body any longer.

There’s not a flaw on her, leaving me to only revel in her perfection - making me officially

fucked.

After I’ve removed the tempting pieces of lace, she starts undressing me, and each one of her

touches is enough to make me question my sanity. I really want her to be here tomorrow when I wake

up, and that’s absurd.

I laugh a little against her lips when she struggles with my custom belt, and then I remove it for

her. Her legs slide against my waist as she kicks off my pants, and then they wrap around me with

begging desire, forcing me to shiver under her intoxicating breath.

She moans lightly when my lips caress her soft breasts, and then I move down to her smooth

abdomen. She clenches the sheets below her, and I decide to cut out all the torturous foreplay I

normally shine at.

I jerk her head back to kiss her neck before finally returning to her lips, and I’m lost in her

completely now.

I’m in so much fucking trouble.

Holy fuck
. That was beyond
amazing, and I’m trying not to say something completely

ridiculous right now. I feel like I need a cigarette, and I’ve never even smoked.

I’ve been with immortal girls - too many immortal girls - and I’ve never felt anything so

exhilarating. I’m sure as hell not getting her out of my system any time soon. I don’t even want her

out of my bed for a couple of centuries.

Damn it.

Why can’t she be immortal? I wish the damn fountain of youth still existed. Then I could keep

her. I can at least keep her for a little while.

Her panting breaths are ragged and tired, and despite my greedy desire, I can’t push her mortal

body for more. She’s so fucking incredible, and I’m officially hers whether I like it or not.

I pull her into my arms so as not to let her feel the need to leave, and then I kiss her lightly on the

lips which is something I never do after the fact. I want her for so much more than sex, and it’s only

going to end badly for both of us - especially me.

She won’t remember, but I will. I’ll never forget.

“Should I go?” she breathlessly rattles out, and I think it’s adorable she doesn’t know what to do

in this situation.

“Stay with me,” my mouth says before I can even think about it.

She falls asleep almost instantly after my whispered request and she’s breathtakingly beautiful as

she snuggles into my body. I shouldn’t be tired, but I am. I couldn’t get out of bed right now even if I

wasn’t.

Damn this girl for doing this to me.

I wake up to an empty
bed and the sound of sneaky footsteps traipsing around in my living

room.

In a blur, I jerk on a pair of pants and then prop up against the doorframe of my bedroom as I

stare at the nervous girl. I smirk a little at my sweet escapee trying to get out without the awkward

morning after
.

She’s almost dancing around in front of the elevator, and it’s her very unrehearsed skills I find

refreshing.

“I can send someone out to get you something else to wear,” I murmur very mildly while

watching the color flood from her face.

Color returns to her face to stain it red when her eyes glue themselves to my body - I intentionally

neglected to put on a shirt because I know how I look to those scared blue eyes.

“That’s okay. I’ll change at the hotel,” she says with some embarrassment.

She’s shy? After last night, she’s shy? She’s too sweet to be real. I just want to keep her here

with me for much longer than I can understand.

“I don’t mind. There’s a wonderful concierge service I pay top dollar for and barely use. Please

let me have someone bring you something to wear,” I almost plead, and I’m somewhat upset with

myself for the lack of control I’m dealing out.

I’m usually much more nonchalant and refined in these situations, but she’s just so… fuck, I

don’t know what she is besides spellbinding.

“Really, I’m fine. I just need to go,” she stammers out, and the elevator opens for her to retreat

into.

I flash to the elevator while her back is turned, and I keep the doors from closing as she turns to

face me.

“Please stay for a little while longer. I’ll send for breakfast. I’d like to know a little more about

you,” I plead once more, and again I’m growing more irritated with my ridiculous, uncharacteristic

behavior.

I can tell she’s not coming out, so I go in barefoot and shirtless. I’m sure my neighbors will get a

good gawking out of this if any of them join us or see me in the lobby.

I’m usually more discreet in my affairs, but I don’t want to lose her.

My lips consume hers, and I almost smile when I hear her shoes clank to the elevator floor once

they fall out of her hand. Her body is begging her to change her mind, and I’m hoping she gives into

its request.

She still tastes like an aphrodisiac, and I’m helplessly captivated by her despite my normal sanity

that has fled.

“Stay with me,” I whisper into her mouth.

The doors open just as some of the nosy neighbors climb aboard, and they look away bashfully

when they see me in my half-dressed state.

“I can’t. I have to go. You’re too damn… I have to go,” she stammers, and it’s so obvious she

doesn’t really want to go.

So why won’t she just fucking stay with me?

“I want to see you again,” I reflexively yell out, and I just want to slap myself now.

“I’ll call you,” she mumbles before the doors to the elevator close in front of my face.

I almost laugh at the elderly lady staring at me with a blushing face and her husband glaring at me

by her side.

I’ll call you? Unbelievable.

I can’t believe I just heard that line for the first time in my life. I’ve got to have her now.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, and then I give the older lady a wave when her eyes stray to me

once more before she and her husband exit on a random floor. I smirk as the doors shut, and the driver

answers my call.

“Mr. Cole. Do you need your car?” he asks curiously since I rarely use his services for anything

other than escorting my one night stands.

“Yeah. Take Ms. Smith home. She’ll be out front. Hurry up, and if you take one cent from her,

it’ll be at the expense of your job. I’ll tip you later,” I assert a little too dominantly.

“I’m on my way to the front right now, Sir. Have a good day,” he murmurs too graciously, and

then I dial Ther.

“What’s up? What happened to you last night? You were supposed to come chill with us at the

bay.”

“Long story. I need you to follow a girl. She’s staying at the Waldorf Astoria just down the

road. Find out her real name and where she lives.”

“Okay… Why? Is she one of the unknowns?” Ther asks in bemusement.

“She’s mortal. Just follow her,” I gripe.

“Dude, don’t get messed up with a mortal. You know that’s going to end badly,” he exasperates.

“Just fucking follow her, or I’ll call Kry to do it,” I bark.

“Fine. Damn. Chill out. What the hell does she look like?” he grumbles.

“I’ll send you a picture. Keep your distance, and don’t you dare try anything on her,” I say with a

bit too much assertion.

I’ve got to get my head back right. She’s left it scattered all over and drained from the real

world.

“Sheesh. No worries,” Ther grumbles. “You’ve got it bad, dude. She’s a mortal. Don’t forget

that,” he cautions.

“Call me when you find out everything,” I murmur with a touch of embarrassment.

“Got it,” The mumbles before hanging up.

I stare at the picture I took of her while she was sleeping, and then I roll my eyes at my own damn

self. How can I possibly be so hung up on a mortal?

The picture shows to be sending, and then I toss my phone down to the couch before returning to

the bed that carries her scent.

This fucking mystery girl is absolutely toxic to me. I can’t seem to think about another fucking

thing, and now I’m stuck waiting until Ther comes through.

He’d better fucking come through.

Aphrodisia Titan. What a name.
The irony of it all is almost humorous. She prefers Adisia

according to Ther’s notes.

The elevator doors open, and I decide to leave her lingering in the foyer to add to the dramatic

suspense. I’m sure she’s freaking out a little, and the sadistic bastard side of me decides to let her

stew.

She can’t run out so easily now that she has a job to do.

I smirk when I finally decide to enter, and she’s intently studying the replacement vase on the

foyer table as though it’s holding her next breath.

“I had to replace the old one. It somehow shattered,” I say softly while strolling over to my

couch.

“It’s nice,” she almost whispers while refusing to look at me.

Damn
.

She looks even better today, and I didn’t think that was possible. Her soft lips are taunting me.

She’s going to cave before she leaves.

I can’t let her go again. This girl has to be mine for as long as possible, and I only pray she

doesn’t get infected too soon.

I finally sit down on the couch, and she looks up to meet my gaze. Her eyes glance over to the

wine and glasses I’ve prepared, and I can see her shifting uncomfortably.

“Would you like to join me, Aphrodisia?” I murmur with nonchalance.

I can visibly see her chills form, and I have to stifle a smug, triumphant grin.

“Honestly, I’m a little too freaked out to join you,” she murmurs in a mortally muted tone.

I play coy while scooting to the edge of the seat and pretend as if I am truly baffled by her

comment.

“Why is that?”

“Do you have some freaky Christian Grey complex? You’ve stalked me, found out my real name,

and interfered with my job in a way that has brought me back to your doorstep. I swear I’ll call the

police, scream for help, and pepper spray you before I step into some crazy ass sex room.”

I can’t help but burst out laughing. Her genuinely disturbed misconception is astoundingly

adorable, and it’s all I can do not to pull her into my lap and devour those supple lips.

“I’m not into whips and chains. I didn’t stalk you, I brought you to me. I found out your true

identity because I generally make it a habit to find out whom I’ve slept with. Call me old fashioned,”

I say teasingly, though I did stalk her a little. “Besides, my secret is much bigger, and I’ll be the only

one signing anything,” I joke.

If only I could share my secret with her. If only I could have her in my life the way I want to.

She hesitantly joins me on the sofa, and she makes sure to leave a substantially respectable

distance between our bodies.

“I’m supposed to be here for a face-to-face signing. I honestly have no idea why they sent me,

and I hope you know what I’m supposed to do because I don’t. I’m just an assistant,” she remarks so

pitifully.

I smirk while sliding over to be next to this brunette girl that has completely entranced me, and

then I stare into her eyes very deliberately to see if I can cipher how she’s really feeling right now.

“You’re here because I requested you to be here. I told your eager boss I’d sign with the company

if she sent you. It’s a big deal. I know the marketing world inside and out, so I can help you in any

way you need it,” I murmur quietly while moving my lips to hers.

I finally lose the control I don’t know if I ever actually had. My arm slides over her shoulders,

and then I pull her into me for an electric kiss. She doesn’t even try to fight me, and I pull her to be

on top of me once I feel her willingness.

Her body starts grinding against mine, and I can feel my lower extremity trying to burst free from

the confinement of my pants.

“You can’t deny it either can you?” I breathe into her glorious mouth.

“We can’t do this,” she mumbles, but her lips tell another tale when they begin a more fervent

pace against mine.

Her skirt proves to be no problem to remove, and it is all I can do not to just fuck her with it on. I

don’t want to show how incredibly crude I can be right this minute though.

Removing her damn shirt is a feat I shouldn’t have attempted so soon. Her fucking bra is

completely see-through, and I can’t play this slow game any longer. I need her right now, and this

entire thing has just gone erotically awry.

My cat and mouse game has been put on hold when I stand and her legs wrap around my waist. I

can feel her desire, her passion and her need for me as well.

What am I fucking doing? I’m fucking falling for her.

The End.

A sneak peek is attached to the back if you’re curious about the
Gifted Curse.

A note from the Author

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