Secret Heir (Dynasty #1)(102)

I feel a cold chill racing through me at his words, a reminder of who and what Raph is. A reminder of all that is against us.

“But that was before you,” he says.

“You’re mine now, Jaz and … I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”

Those luminous blue eyes lock onto mine and when I take in the perfect contours of his impossibly beautiful face, for a moment I feel like I can’t breathe. This guy—this infuriatingly arrogant and complicated, yet impossibly perfect, impossibly beautiful and frighteningly powerful guy is mine. He can have anyone. Any goddamn girl in this entire world most likely, but he wants me—and I want him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. And I can’t quite make myself believe it’s real.

Something inside me makes me hold onto Raph tighter, because I can’t shake the strange feeling descending on my shoulders, the thought that nothing this good, nothing this intense can ever last. Even the brightest stars burn out.

Raph seems to sense something in me, because his arms tighten around me, too. He leans his forehead against mine, his hand cupping my cheek and when he speaks, his eyes are locked directly onto mine, those impossibly blue eyes burning into me.

“What are you doing to me, Jaz?” he asks.

I want to ask the same thing about him. But I already know exactly what he’s done and what he’s continuing to do to me. The thought is terrifying, but when I’m with Raph, I don’t feel that fear.

I find myself remembering Raph’s words to me on my first day in Eden, telling me that I didn’t belong here and how I had believed that. But we’d both been wrong. Because whenever I’m in Raph’s arms, the sense of belonging that washes over me is so intense, that there’s no question in my mind that I’m exactly where I belong, that I can finally stop searching for that place to belong because I’ve finally found it and it’s here. With him.

He kisses me again, and because neither of us can ever seem to get enough, we devour each other all over again.





32





I wake up to the feeling of featherlight kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and when those kisses travel higher, any remnants of sleep clouding my senses disappear completely.

I’m fully awake when Raph’s sensuous lips meet that sensitive bud at my center. He positions my legs wider on top of his shoulders and my back arches at the sensations that it causes.

I can feel his lips curve in a smile against the most intimate part of me, as I cry out his name over and over.

So loud, that I don’t hear the door open.

A cough alerts me to the presence of someone in the room and I almost scream, as I frantically grasp at the blankets to cover my body. My very naked body.

I gape in shock at Magnus standing at the threshold of my bedroom door and I think I’m dying with each second that passes, as he assesses the scene.

Me naked in bed. Raph in between my legs. I don’t think I’ve ever been so mortified in my entire life.

Magnus, to his credit, is completely calm. But he looks far from pleased.

I can’t even bring myself to look at Raph for fear that I’m going to burst into flames from embarrassment.

“Raphael,” Magnus says, finally.

Raph, to his own credit, keeps his facial expression completely neutral. So it’s only me who’s dying of embarrassment here, clearly.

“Magnus,” Raph replies, evenly.

“Jazmine, I’ve just come to let you know that breakfast is ready downstairs, if you’re hungry.”

Magnus’s eyes travel to Raph then.

“Judging from what I’ve just seen, I doubt you’re still hungry, Raphael,” he adds dryly.

Someone kill me now.

Before either of us can respond to that. Magnus makes his swift exit.

Raph bursts out in laughter an instant later, but I’m not laughing. Not at all. I swat him away as he tries to kiss me. Without another word, I fly into my walk-in closet and throw on some clothes. I go for the most modest clothes that I can find, although in light of what Magnus has just seen, I doubt it will make a difference.

Thankfully, Raph’s fully dressed when I come out but he’s still wearing that shit-eating grin.

“Well, that’s one way for people to find out,” he says, flashing me a wicked smile which earns him a solid punch directly to his mid-section.



Magnus says nothing and I’m equally silent as I eat my breakfast as fast as I possibly can. I have no doubt that I’ll probably get indigestion after this.

But I’d rather that than having to withstand Magnus dissecting me with that those all-knowing eyes for a second longer than I have to.

I’m glad that I managed to send Raph on his way, even after he tried to insist that he should come to breakfast to explain to Magnus. I couldn’t think of anything worse. But this deafening silence is ten times worse. I’ve never had to deal with this awkward parental disapproval after being found in a less than innocent position with a guy. I almost feel like a normal teenager. But of course, I’m not and even more so, neither is Raph.

Magnus finally speaks, and when he does, I find myself wishing for the silence again.

“Do you know what it is that you’re doing with Raphael St. Tristan?” he asks calmly.

I stare at him blankly because there’s so much in that question and I don’t know what he’s actually asking. So I go for the simplest answer that I can.