In lust

Emmaline POV 

"You're spoiling her."

My father's voice is flat, carrying that usual edge of disapproval.

I don't bother opening my eyes. Instead, I sink deeper into the leather seat, letting my lips curl into a knowing smirk.

Daelan's hands continue their slow, methodical work over my bare feet. His fingers knead into the arch, pressing just the right amount, sending shivers up my legs.

I barely hold back a sigh.

His touch is dangerous. It's precise—expert, even. He handles me like I'm some delicate thing, but I know better. His hands have killed before. They've slit throats, wielded daggers, carved paths through blood and fire.

But here, against my skin, he's gentle.

It's infuriating.

And completely addicting.

A deep chuckle rumbles from him, sending a prickle of heat down my spine.

I finally open my eyes and look down.

It's a mistake.