The Primus Daughter

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“You never learn do you,” she muttered and rolled her eyes. She did not return her gaze to him, rather she kept her eyes on the door as a wave of his scent hit her hand and it took everything for her not to lunge herself at him. She would not call this long in any way because technically she just left the day before.

He leaned forward resting his elbows on her car window. “Well, I have been told that I am a bad student. Besides, we both know you enjoy this.”

She flipped her head to look at him, her eyes blazing. For a millisecond she forgot what she wanted to say as she stared at his face. He was very handsome and she realized her memory did not do him justice in any way. Even in the dark, he was too handsome to ignore. “You must be out of your…” she started to say but he did not let her finish.

Just as she turned to look at him, he grabbed the sides of her face as the word left her lips and squeezed his head through the window loop, he planted a loud kiss on her lips making sure to press as hard as he could. He smacked his lips and still holding the sides of her face, he said, “I have missed you dearly. I definitely thought your stubborn ass would not come back.” He mumbled barely inches away from her lips.

She could feel his breath on the top of her lips and smell the thick muskiness of arousal as if the desire in his eyes was not more than enough. His eye held hers as he spoke and just before her brain could start functioning enough for her to wipe off the surprise from her face and come up with a reply, he let go of her and opened the door.

Rendered speechless and a little bit disappointed- heaven knew if he had wanted to take it further in the car she would not have complained -all she could do was accept his outstretched hand and let him pull her out. However, instead of just pulling her out of the car, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a tight hug, sniffing her neck. He gently licked it before letting her go but he still held on to her hand.

“Hmmm,” he said, studying her face. “You look disappointed.”

“W-what! No, I do not,” she stuttered and pulled away from him, feeling slightly embarrassed. If she was human she was sure all the blood would be on her face and damn him for not wearing a shirt. Why in heaven's name did she not just stay at home? She was not regretting her decision but it did not stop her from having second thoughts.

She started to walk towards the house and away from Vance. However, he was quick on his feet, and soon enough he was by her side. He went a little ahead of her and opened the door. He held it open for her to go in and then went in himself before closing it behind him.

Selene immediately gave the house a once-over. She was back, truthfully she could not believe she was back so fast. She took a deep breath and different smells from the house seeped into her nose but all the different smells were entangled with Vance’s scent. The one that, try as she might, she could not seem to get rid of and had somehow gotten used to it.

Now, here she was at the origin; it felt surreal. Rationale, she would not be here but considering she had the worst day ever and finding out about her father being the one to suggest the Oathic was affecting her more than she wanted to admit. Of course, she was allowed this moment of weakness. She deserved it.

“Welcome once again to my humble abode but I am sure I did not tell you welcome. However, I did make sure to make you feel quite welcomed,” he smirked and winked at the same time as he said those words.

“Oh, Gad!” She cried. “I am tempted to walk back out the door.” but she did not do any of that; rather, she walked to the couch and threw herself on it, feeling mentally exhausted.

“I am sorry, I got excited.” However, from the twinkling in his eyes and the way he kept glancing at her thighs, Selene was sure he was far from sorry. He threw himself on the couch beside her. “What would you like to eat, drink? I got champagne,” he announced proudly.

She was eating him up with her eyes but she could not help it, the motherfucker had chosen to go topless and he knew he had a great body. She suspected he enjoyed the fact that she could not really keep her gaze on his face and it was a pretty face to look at even with that she gazed still at his chest and wondered what it would look like underneath her.

The worst part was her memory was working quite fine, so she knew she did not have to think too much to remember explicitly how he looked when he was deep inside her. She scolded herself for getting distracted with his chest and tried to remember what the question was.

“I am good, I am not hungry,” she said with a smile after she found her train of thought, pretending like eating his meal was not one of the reasons she was in his house at that moment. His face fell instantly and she felt pressured to add, “but champagne would be nice.”

“Yesss, I know you would not say no to MY champagne,” he replied with gusto. She rolled her eyes at his pride.

Almost immediately he jumped out of the couch and began to slowly make his way to where the champagne was and it was safe to assume it was the kitchen. Unfortunately or fortunately, he had not taken more than two steps away from the couch when her stomach growled.

It was not a loud growl and any normal person would not have heard it. However, Vance was not a normal person so a sound that normally would have gone unnoticed sounded like a bomb going off. Vance turned to face her, his expression was one of disbelief.