Kazcor kept herself between Ella and her father, and that helped ease any fear of the man grabbing her. They didn't stop walking until they stood in the gallery, next to... a very, well-endowed male. And Ella flushed at the fact the statue was naked. She didn't have a chance to look any further, because her fiancee was telling her exactly what was going to happen, as she carefully pinned her to the wall, between the statute and a family portrait.
Her cheeks darkened, at such a declaration; the other woman wanted to kiss her because she couldn't stop thinking about the taste of her lips— The realization that perhaps she had truly bewitched this woman was at the forefront of her mind...
A kiss was pressed to her knuckle, and Ella couldn't look away from Kazcor. On one hand, to the left that statute... and on the other hand, her fiancee was... enrapturing, at this moment. Making sweet promises. Ella was certain that's all this was. Puppy love. She'd seen it before—some people fell hard and fast...
She'd not expected that to be the case with the Tilani woman, though. From everything she had on her, she'd been hard to please and the Tilani patriarch had confirmed as much. Which was why she'd been forced to read up on every possible public interaction, to figure out how to meld her already timid personality into something that the other woman would appreciate.
The saddest part was... she'd not had to alter her personality too much. Their interactions had been honest. And that just made her feel even more guilty for what her father was asking of her. She was already planning how to slip away from the woman and inform her father that she would not report on her or this family.
Ella's gaze lifted to follow the path of her hands, as Kazcor raised them above her head and pinned them to the wall. It wasn't a forceful touch, but it did have her briefly squeezing her thighs together. And then her wife-to-be asked her for another kiss, and she shook her head, [q]N... keep going. You've already messed up my makeup, once... once I fix it, you have to stop.[q] She was having a hard time focusing on her words.
Her interactions had never gone beyond someone flirting with her and her choice to ignore them. Or flush embarrassed and leave. Nobody had ever taken a true interest in her; she was an eldest child and taking an interest in an eldest child was not worth the time it took to do. It'd almost always end in ruin, unless the other party was well-off and enough so to entice the parents...
Nothing about Kazcor Tilani was run-of-the-mill.
Her cheeks darkened, at such a declaration; the other woman wanted to kiss her because she couldn't stop thinking about the taste of her lips— The realization that perhaps she had truly bewitched this woman was at the forefront of her mind...
A kiss was pressed to her knuckle, and Ella couldn't look away from Kazcor. On one hand, to the left that statute... and on the other hand, her fiancee was... enrapturing, at this moment. Making sweet promises. Ella was certain that's all this was. Puppy love. She'd seen it before—some people fell hard and fast...
She'd not expected that to be the case with the Tilani woman, though. From everything she had on her, she'd been hard to please and the Tilani patriarch had confirmed as much. Which was why she'd been forced to read up on every possible public interaction, to figure out how to meld her already timid personality into something that the other woman would appreciate.
The saddest part was... she'd not had to alter her personality too much. Their interactions had been honest. And that just made her feel even more guilty for what her father was asking of her. She was already planning how to slip away from the woman and inform her father that she would not report on her or this family.
Ella's gaze lifted to follow the path of her hands, as Kazcor raised them above her head and pinned them to the wall. It wasn't a forceful touch, but it did have her briefly squeezing her thighs together. And then her wife-to-be asked her for another kiss, and she shook her head, [q]N... keep going. You've already messed up my makeup, once... once I fix it, you have to stop.[q] She was having a hard time focusing on her words.
Her interactions had never gone beyond someone flirting with her and her choice to ignore them. Or flush embarrassed and leave. Nobody had ever taken a true interest in her; she was an eldest child and taking an interest in an eldest child was not worth the time it took to do. It'd almost always end in ruin, unless the other party was well-off and enough so to entice the parents...
Nothing about Kazcor Tilani was run-of-the-mill.
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