EMILY
I groaned, trying to stretch, only to find myself restricted. Panic bloomed. My heart kicked against my ribs as I shifted slightly, but froze when a soft groan brushed my ear.
And then it all came rushing back.
The gala, the game. The almost attempt on Nicholas’s life. I was in his room. My eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of myself. The restriction… was his giant arm drooping over me. I released a breath, relaxing into him. Another groan slipped out of him, followed by something firm pressing into my backside.
Heat pools between my legs, I should have panicked but it didn’t seem Nicholas was awake. At least not yet.
Biting my lower lip, I subtly shifted my hips, lining myself up with the thick ridge of him. He twitched. Then went still. I paused, heart racing.
His fist flexe
