Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Before I can ask how she knows that, she glances pointedly at the windows, which are once again icing over. I clench my teeth and sit in my office chair, intending to get this conversation over with so I can regain some illusion of control.
But all ideas of getting myself under control fly out the window when Maven straddles my legs to face me.
My mouth goes dry. “W—what are you?—“
“I made a decision about our quintet. You’re all mine, and I’ll fight for you until the end. But if we’re going to work out in the short amount of time we have, then I can’t let this thing between us drag on. So I’m going to give you a very simple choice. Hold out your hand.”
My heart is hammering hard, but I hold out my hand, looking away because I’m pretty sure staring at her this close will hypnotize me. My cock is torturously hard in my pants, the fucking turncoat.
But when the cold handle of a small dagger presses into my hand, I startle and look at her sharply. “Why are you making me hold this?”
Maven smirks and taps the end of the knife until it barely touches her shoulder. “If you hate me as much as you say you do, then hurt me. Should be easy.”
My stomach lurches.
Dear gods, no.
When I just stare at her in indignant alarm because there’s no way she can be serious about this, Maven moves until the knife is pressing against the side of her neck. And when she leans into it?—
I drop the knife as fury flashes through me. It clatters to the ground.
“Stop it. I’m not going to fucking hurt you. That’s never happening, Oakley.”
“You hurt me in Pennsylvania.”
I flinch, my stomach churning at the memory. “I…I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You have no idea how sorry. I get it if you never want to forgive me for that, but I had to do it because…”
“Because you care about me, and you thought that was the best way to protect me. We both know it’s true, so stop feeling guilty.”
I clench my teeth, desperate. Do I have to find something genuinely horrible to say to her? Could I even manage to say something to hurt her again? This is absolute hell.
“No. It’s just that you’re my keeper,” I try to insist. “I don’t even remotely like you, I just?—“
Maven leans forward and kisses me.
Oh, holy gods above.
Her lips are so fucking warm.
Suddenly, I can’t seem to pull her close enough. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I moan when I feel her slide closer, her chest pressing against mine. She’s like a fucking heater compared to me, and it feels insanely good. I’ve never held someone like this, but I know I’ll be panting after Maven’s warmth for the rest of my godsdamned life.
I’ve never been so turned on. She can probably feel that my heart is crashing hard enough to bruise my insides, but I can’t focus on anything except her fantastic mouth and the way her tongue drags gently against my lips until I part them. When she winds her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss, making a soft sound of pleasure, I get lightheaded.
But then her fucking perfect hips roll so she can grind against my throbbing erection?—
And I come in my pants.
Fuck. Oh, dear gods, no.
Kill me now. This day really is fucking cursed.
I pull away stiffly, my face burning a thousand degrees as I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Maven.”
She must hear the strain in my voice because she starts to ask what happened…but when she inhales slightly, I know she can feel exactly what happened through my pants.
I’m begging you, Syntyche, I pray to the goddess of life reaping.
Just take me now. Right now. Please.
I clear my throat hard and mutter, “Can you, um…could you get off for a moment? I’d like to throw myself out the window now.”
To my shock, Maven’s lips press against mine again, and I can feel she’s smiling. “So, you do like me.”
Way too fucking much. The evidence of that is all over in my pants.
“Wonder where you got that notion from. Maybe the fact that you barely touched me and I lost control like a damn teenager?”
I cover my face again, mortified.
Anytime now, Syntyche. Please.
Maven pries my fingers away until I’m forced to look at her and see the breathtaking smile on her face. There’s no amusement or mocking—if anything, she seems extremely happy.
And dear gods, I like seeing her happy. She’s just so pretty.
“Good. Then we’re on the same page.”
“Is that the page where I fling myself off the balcony?” I grimace.
“It’s the one where we both accept that we like each other, and you tell me what your curse is. It can’t be worse than my reasons for rejecting all of you.”
I study Maven, my heart still hammering as I drown in her soul-stirring eyes for a moment. Finally, I can’t take it anymore.
“Arati’s high prophet told me that my curse will kill anyone I fall in love with,” I whisper. “I’ve been a complete asshole because I can’t afford to fall for you. And we can’t be bound to break our curses, I…damn it, Maven, I just—if I’m around you, you’ll end up fucking dead. I can’t do that. I can’t lose you before I even get the chance to love you. Losing you would shatter me.”
I take a shaky breath. There, I just bared it all. She has to leave now, knowing how much danger she’s in because I’m already a fucking goner for her.
But then she…snorts in amusement.
I gawk at her. “Excuse me? What the hell is wrong with you? Did you even hear what I said?”
Maven tries to tame her smile and clears her throat. “I did. And you should know that’s not an issue with me.”
Did she hit her head during training or something? “What are you talking about?”
Her smile is something twisted halfway between wistfulness and dark humor. “It’s complicated, but you don’t need to worry about killing me by accident. Or even on purpose. I promise.”
I shake my head. “Again, what the fuck are you talking about?”
She starts to respond but then clamps her mouth shut and removes her hands from me, rubbing one arm hard. Her breathing picks up, and she clears her throat again, glancing around the room.
“Where’s your bathroom?” she asks hoarsely.
Oh…fuck. Is all that touch bothering her now?
My chest constricts as I realize that Maven might be silently panicking. Without another word, I pick her up and carry her through the small, half-hidden door in one corner of the office that leads into my attached apartment. I set her gently in front of the bathroom.
She slips inside quickly, and I hear the shower turn on. While she’s in there, I change as swiftly as possible out of the clothes I just embarrassed the fuck out of myself in.
When Maven finally re-emerges from the bathroom, she looks fine. Her hair is wet, and she’s wrapped in a towel that doesn’t make it past her thighs, which makes my stupid cock twitch with renewed excitement. But I can’t help the questions that bubble up as I fumble, reaching for her and then stepping back and rubbing my neck.
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