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Your loving father,
Kian Ahearne
The meaning behind his carefully crafted words were crystal clear to me. He abhorred that I was with Stefan, knowing that Stefan considered me his property. My father only wanted me for what I could do. He valued people and vampires as collections. He was also reminding me that he was privy to exactly what I was doing and where I was at all times.
The entire situation made me sick.
"Josephine?"
Stefan's hand on my arm brought me back out of my thoughts. "Read this. " I handed him the card and our eyes met for a moment before they dropped down, quickly scanning over the card.
His blue eyes flashed when he looked up from reading the note. He turned and grabbed a beautiful glass vase, throwing it at the wall with such force and speed that it damaged the drywall and the vase exploded. I jumped back as tiny slivers of glass splintered, my eyes widening as I watched the dust and shards settle over the wood floor. Fixing my gaze on Stefan, I watched him rise to his full height, his wide shoulders rigid and tension making the faint lines around his eyes more defined.
"I have had enough of his insinuations and threats, Josephine. He is giving you a warning. Can you see that?"
Not waiting for my answer, Stefan's phone was in his hand, his fingers flying across the keypad. He brought the phone to his ear and spoke so fast his voice sounded like a series of hisses and growls, becoming a blur as he disappeared down the hallway.
I stood in the middle of the living room, trying to make sense of what happened. I went into the kitchen and found a dustpan under the sink, busying myself in cleaning up the glass and drywall dust that was all over the corner of the living room. As I cleaned, an unsettling silence filled the the apartment. Dumping the glass in the trash, I headed off in search of him, the sound of my heels echoing in the hallway.
I found him in the bedroom, his eyes distant as he focused on a spot on the floor. He didn't look up when I entered and I silently watched him for a moment from the doorway.
He w
as slouched over, his long arms resting on his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed, gripping his cell phone in his hands. His mind was moving at warp speed, searching the future and becoming annoyed at the black spots and holes he would encounter, causing his thoughts to become ominous with uneasiness and irritation. He was furious at my father, angry enough to start making phone calls and plans that would lead to Kian's death. Even though I wouldn't mourn my father's demise, Stefan didn't need to be impulsive. I refused to risk losing him over a silly painting and thinly veiled threats.
Walking to stand in front of him, I took the phone away and placed it on the dresser, putting his empty hands on my waist. Cupping his face, I raised it so I could caress the angular lines that made his face one of the most beautiful I'd ever seen. He closed his eyes when I kissed the tops of his cheeks, brushing his mouth with my thumb. He sighed wearily as he parted them for me, letting me caress the soft skin of his lips.
Crouching down, I knelt between his legs. "Kian isn't worth it, Stefan. What did you say to my brother about revenge?"
"Someone that seeks vengeance craves retribution more than he wants to live," he muttered under his breath, almost repeating his earlier words verbatim. "I hate it when you are right. I only spoke with Lukas. I promise that I will not act rashly. "
Letting out a sigh of relief, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly to me. It only took a moment until I felt his strong arms wrap around me, a shudder shaking his chest. He was still worried and upset.
"I'm sending the painting back," I whispered assurances against his neck. "He can't touch me. "
"You are mine, vackra. He cannot have you. I just found you and I refuse to let him take you away from me. "
"I know. I'm yours. " I pulled back to smooth his golden blond, silky hair away from his face. "We had such a beautiful time tonight. Let's not let Kian or Seth the valet spoil our last night in New York. I just wanted to come back here and have you make love to me, not turn this into a moment to map out revenge. "
His eyes instantly turned dark at my words, his anger temporarily forgotten.
"You had something planned?" Stefan asked, leaning forward slightly. "I hate to spoil what you had in mind for the evening, vackra. However, I have my own itinerary for you. "
"Oh really?" I questioned, raising a finely arched eyebrow. I continued to brush my fingers through his hair, the blond strands shining like gold.
"Ah, Josephine. I do enjoy your defiant side," he chuckled. "I plan on making you scream my name until your voice is hoarse and your legs are weak. Does that fit into your plans?"
Chapter 6 Give and Take
"I plan on making you scream my name until your voice is hoarse and your legs are weak. Does that fit into your plans?" His earlier question hung heavily in the space between us, his darkened eyes holding my gaze. He was waiting for my answer and we both sat unmoving, Stefan on the edge of the bed and me on my knees in front of him. My fingers were still threaded in his golden hair and my eyes drifted over his handsome face, desire flooding over me in a rush, my heart beat increasing to a rapid strum in my chest. His carefully worded question ignited a fire between my thighs, my intense need for him inexplicable.
Offering him a smile as my only response, my hands drifted from his hair, over the sides of his face and ran across his broad shoulders. I pushed his charcoal gray suit jacket over his shoulders and loosened his black silk tie, wrapping it around my hand and yanking it from the collar of his shirt.
"No. " He stood, his massive body looming over me. He raised a single blond eyebrow as he reached for the bottom of his shirt, simply ripping it up the middle, causing the buttons to scatter across the room. He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall over his shoulders and the length of his long arms. He made a production of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, sliding them over his narrow hips and legs. He stood naked before me, six-foot-four inches of perfection. A gasp escaped from my mouth as my eyes traveled over the wide expanse of his pale, muscular chest and down his stomach. His hard cock was begging for my attention and I leaned forward, anxiously licking my lips.
"No," Stefan said again. He gripped my arms softly and brought me to my feet, unzipping the back of my dress in a single, swift movement, tugging my arms from the sleeves and watching as it fell around my feet. His lips quirked and his fingers were gentle and adoring as they brushed over the satin cups of my bra, his blue eyes meeting mine as they circled my nipples. I stepped closer to him and he bent to nestle his face between the valley of my breasts, his breath warm and his tongue wet as it snaked out to lick across my skin.
Closing my eyes to the sensation of his mouth on my flesh, I felt his fingers drift to my back, swiftly unfastening the hooks on my bra and flicking it away. He turned me around and his large, muscular arms wrapped around my waist. His lips feathered kisses down the side of my neck, the stubble from his face scraping against my skin. Everywhere he touched me, it felt as if an electrical current pulsed beneath my skin, his body like silk-covered steel, smooth against my own. The pads of his fingers caressed my breasts and ghosted across my nipples, which had pebbled into hard peaks from his caresses.
