Chapter 4
VAHN
Asmirk curled my mouth as the sound of running water echoed through the left wall of my bedroom.
Our rundown apartment didn’t offer much in the way of sound cancellation , but I didn’t mind. I actually kind of liked it. If I couldn’t fall asleep at night, I’d press my ear to the wall and listen to Emma talk in her sleep. My little parakeet had some interesting dreams.
My father would hate this place. The very idea of his son sitting on a green couch he found on the side of the road would be insane to him. The Kessler’s didn’t have second-hand furniture or bedding from a department store.
We were refined, dignified, and only deserved the best in life. The family estate—Oakleigh Manor—was so big that my father was given his own wing when he was thirteen. Anything he wanted growing up, he got.
While my family had money, I didn’t have the same childhood my father did. My mother insisted on raising her children herself, and taught us things like cooking, cleaning, and how to take care of ourselves, which most of my cousins couldn’t do.
Unlike my father, she would think this place was a fine first apartment. Although she might be a little upset that someone else was living in the penthouse they bought for me. But she wouldn’t disapprove of how I chose to live, and she would like Emma.
Scrolling through my phone, I tapped on the app that brought the bathroom feed up on my screen.
Emma was sitting on the edge of the tub, swirling her hand in the water. She was so fucking beautiful that it physically hurt to look at her. Yet I couldn’t stop watching her. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her from the second she bumped into me on campus…
“I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you talking to me?” I grumbled and tossed my now empty coffee cup.
“Sorry,” she muttered again.
Sorry? I had coffee all over my shirt and that was all this bitch had to say. Bumping into me was probably another ploy to get into my pants. I swear chicks could smell money.
I looked down at her collecting her books off the ground and growled, “This is fucking pathetic. You think I don’t know what you’re up to.”
She lifted her head, rolling her eyes up at me, and I was so awestruck by the hue of her silver orbs that I didn’t hear what she said.
She had the face of an angel. Delicate features, with a small button nose, and pouty pink lips.
All of which were accentuated by the red curls cascading down her back and over her shoulders like a flaming waterfall. She was fucking gorgeous.
She was the kind of girl men killed for. I’d only known her for thirty seconds and I was willing to cut my own heart out for a taste of her lips.
“Are you okay?”
No I was not okay. I’d had my fair share of pussy, but this was the first time I wanted to get lost in one. And that couldn’t happen. I was promised to another.
I cleared my throat and forced a scowl back on my face. “Watch where you’re fucking going.”
She stood up, and it took everything I had not to look down at her pert breast pressing against the cotton fabric of her pink shirt.
“You don’t have to be rude.”
Oh, she had sass did she? Or at least what she was trying to pretend was sass, but I could see the meek little thing causing unsureness to spark through her eyes.
It was hiding in there like a parakeet needing to be trained.
Oh, and I wanted to train her. I wanted to make her come so many times that I would drown in her orgasms.
I needed to get out of here.
Leaning in, I growled in her face, “Stay the fuck away from me,” then spun around and walked away…
How ironic was it that the second person I ran into that day was her brother? Only this time I ran into him. I’d say it was fate, if fate was a cruel mistress who liked to dangle toys in front of you.
The problem wasn’t that I wanted Emma. It was that I wanted all of Emma. A taste wouldn’t be enough. I thought watching her would be enough. Then watching turned into stalking, which turned into secret cameras and recording, and finally stealing.
I had her lingerie stashed all over my room. The teddy bear she thought she lost was under my bed along with her brush, half a dozen socks, and the shirt she was wearing when we met. Emma Iphigenia Rose was my obsession.
Emma stood up and shrugged the robe off her shoulders.
I followed suit, reaching back to pull my shirt over my head.
As she stripped clothing off her body, I did the same, following each of her careful movements with a frenzied one of my own, until we were both naked.
When Emma stepped in the bath, I stroked my cock while groaning at the sight of her narrow hips.
She was small and tiny everywhere. A fragile little thing begging to be broken. I stroked myself and watched as Emma’s hand dipped in the water. This was the real show. There were no fake smiles or pretend flirts. It was just her in her raw vulnerability.
When Emma let out a little moan and rolled her eyes shut, I imagined how her pussy would struggle to take in my girth.
The little cries and winces that would squeak past her lips as her nose crinkled in strain.
How her velvety walls would pulse around my cock, as I plowed into her and licked the sweat from her brow.
I could almost taste her ecstasy and frustration. The same frustration that was displayed on her face right now.
My grip tightened on my cock as Emma shifted and adjusted her position. Why the fuck was this so hard for her?
It pissed me off that she couldn’t get herself off. Millions of women around the globe did it every day, yet Emma never reached that peak. I wanted to see her come. No, I needed to see her come.
When her hand slipped back between her thighs and a squeak blew past her lips, I thought I would finally get my wish. And for a few minutes we fell into a rhythm. Emma fingered her clit while I jerked myself enjoying the ecstasy on her face. But just as her body started to tense, she stopped.
What the fuck? Was she afraid of coming. Her frustration was starting to get to me.
Fuck this.
I stood up, marched out of my room and barged in the bathroom.
“What the heck.” Emma shrieked and jerked her arms up to cover herself, causing water to slosh on the floor.
“You know what your problem is Emma.” I barked down at her. “You’re too busy trying to please everyone else to listen to yourself.”
She didn’t say anything, just sat there in the water, covering her breasts while staring at me with wide eyes.
“For fuck sakes, it’s not that hard to—” I took a step and stopped cold when I felt something bob.
My eyes fell down to my dick hard and on full display.
It was at that moment that clarity snapped back into Emma’s brain. “What the hell Vahn! You can’t just barge in here, and why are you naked?”
Yeah, I didn’t really think this through. I was so pissed off at her ineptness that I acted without thinking. I should’ve never come in here, but after months of watching her try and fail, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Now, I was standing here, naked as the day I was born, with no clue how to respond to her question. Which given the scenario, was completely fair to ask.
“Unlike you I know how to fuck myself.” I figured a half-truth was better than a lie.
“I know how to fuck myself.” Emma spat.
To which I spat back, “Is that why you quit before you came?”
The entire situation was fucked up. My dick was pointed at Emma while she glared back at me, and all I could think was how she hadn’t told me to get out yet. Did she want me to stay? Maybe she knew about the cameras and was putting on a show to get me in here?
What would she do if I climbed in that tub with her? Would she moan while I fingered her? There would be no quitting then. I’d drag the orgasm out of her kicking and screaming.
God she smelled good.
Like vanilla and raspberries. I could stand here and suck that scent into my lungs all day. My fingers were twitching to wrap in her hair while I shoved myself down her throat. The very thought of her mouth on me caused a bead of precum to leak out on the tip of my cock.
“How do you know I quit before I came?”
Shit. I had to say something, make up an excuse, but I couldn’t stop staring at her parted lips. She was so close that I could almost feel the heat of her breath on my cock.
“Vahn!”
I tore my eyes off her delectable mouth. “What?”
She sat up and repeated, “How did you know I quit before I came?”
If I tipped my head the right way I could see the edge of her areola under her arm. “The walls are thin, I could hear you.”
The lie came as naturally as breathing. I’d been lying about who I was for so long that it was second nature to me now. Nine times out of ten I didn’t even have to think about it.
“Oh,” Emma whispered and ducked her head. “I didn’t know you could hear me.”
My dick twitched as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out to tip her chin up. I told myself to stop and walk away, but the second my thumb grazed over her bottom lip, I knew I was fucked.
Emma was right there, waiting for me to take her. She didn’t know it, but I could see the need dilating in her eyes. She was practically begging for it. Batting her lashes up at me all innocent.
Do it Vahn. Get in the tub and fuck her. Show her what a real orgasm feels like.
“Vahn,” Emma breathed, uneasy. “What are you doing?”
“Something I shouldn’t be.”
My eyes remained stuck on her mouth as I stepped in and bent down, going for the taste I’d been craving for years. This was a bad idea. I needed to walk away, but I was powerless to stop myself.
One word brought my actions to a grinding halt.
“Vahn, are you home?”
Fuck, Mitch was awake. If he saw me in here like this, I’d get hit for sure. It might be worth it.
I looked down into Emma’s big silver eyes. She still hadn’t told me to get out. No, I had to stop thinking like that. This couldn’t happen for so many reasons, the biggest of which was my family. I couldn’t bring her into that world.
“Keep it down next time. I don’t need your frustration ruining my good time.” I pushed her head back like she disgusted me, and walked out.