by my father before I can figure a way to get us both out of here, so I plan to make this one stolen moment between us count.
Hesitantly, I pull one arm from around her and slide it under the blanket to gently hold her naked, narrow waist. Violante jumps when my cold fingers connect with her warm skin, and I feel her smile against my mouth. I wish I could see her smile. A thud from upstairs makes me pause, and I stop to listen in case it’s my father.
“I should go,” I murmur, kissing her softly and lightly rubbing my lips over hers.
“Please don’t leave me alone,” she whimpers, and I groan quietly when she tightens her arms around me.
In a moment of desperation, I cave, pulling her more firmly against me while furiously cursing the bars that are keeping us apart. I shudder when her fingertips touch my bare skin, and without thinking clearly about what I’m doing, I slide mine up her waist to cup her breast. Violante lets out a sharp exhale, and I immediately drop my hand, but when I feel her shake her head and moan into my mouth, I realize I’d only surprised her.
Slowly, I trail my fingers along her skin, feeling the goosebumps rise at my light touch. By the time I reach her breast again, my heart is pounding furiously in my chest, and warmth coils low in my belly when she leans into my hand. I stop kissing her, and our fast, quiet breaths warm the air between us. Running my thumb along the curve of her breast, I lightly brush over her nipple that peaks at my touch. My mouth is dry as I repeat the action, and when I gently pinch the tight bud between my thumb and forefinger, her gasps send a bolt of heat straight through me.
Violante digs her fingers into my back and jumps again when I bring my other hand beneath the blanket to her other breast and begin stroking them both together. She arches her back instinctively, and I lower my head to take one in my mouth. The moment my lips are wrapped around it, she lets out a moan that’s followed by a louder gasp when I tease the tip with my tongue.
“Farren,” she whispers breathily, and I moan against her skin at the sound of my name before quickly switching to lavish attention on her other nipple. Replacing my mouth with my fingers, I rub the cooling saliva into her skin while I reach around with my other hand and place my palm against her back to hold her in place.
I should stop before Father hears and catches me down here, sucking on Violante’s tight nipples. With Violante clutching onto me like I’ll disappear while she writhes in pleasure at my touch, I know now there’s no chance I’ll ever be able to pass his tests. The painful realization makes me gasp, and after gently kissing her soft skin and lifting my head to brush over her lips with mine, I pull away before she realizes my face is streaked with tears.
I’m going to fail, and then he’ll kill us both to make me pay.
“I have to go. If he catches me here, then I may as well have killed you myself.”
Violante flinches at my harsh words but doesn’t speak; she doesn’t have to. The despair is evident in her harsh and ragged breaths. I’m sure if I was able to see her expression, it would be as stricken as mine.
I leave her alone in the dark, and feeling my way back across the basement to the stairs, I hurry up them as fast as I can without making any noise. I stop at the top, listening out for her and for any sound from my father. Hearing nothing, I quietly exit the basement and sneak through the house, painfully aware of how much my clit is throbbing and my pajama bottoms are soaked with arousal.
Somehow, I make it back to my room without being caught, and I lie in my bed beneath the covers breathing hard and listening intently for any sign I might’ve woken my father or Tucker. As my breathing slows, I recall what happened with Violante and how her lips and body felt, and the dull ache in my pussy grows more intense.
In the dark with my eyes closed, I slide my hand under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and press my fingers against