Chapter 55

Emeraude closed the bathroom door and locked it, hearing Cassian's laughter from the other side. The man's challenge was evident, and it had been three days since the incident with Amora's hair. She sat on the floor and closed her eyes, trying to calm her mind. She couldn't simply give in.

"Are you going to leave me here with a hard-on?" She heard Cassian's hoarse voice. "He misses you."

"Cassian," she replied firmly, grateful for the firm tone of her own voice.

"My hand doesn't compare to your mouth, kitten, your tongue," he teased.

"Make the bed, I'm going to take a shower," Emeraude said, heading to the shower.

She would be ignorant if she claimed that her body didn't react to every malicious phrase he uttered or when he called or texted whispering. He was indeed undermining her sanity. At night, when it was time to sleep, he made a point of rubbing his erection against her. She was almost moving to the guest room; the temptation was too much.

Emeraude just wanted him to admit that