Free The Golden Locket (Unbreakable Trilogy, Book 2) by Primula Bond Page A

his cheeks as a long-lost smile opens his face. ‘That sounds like a cruise-ship song.’
    I laugh softly and he rips off his navy-blue pullover and his shirt. I can smell the musky sweat of him after his long journey, and I love it. I beckon to him like a true temptress. His eyes glitter in the strange light, their blackness reflecting the backdrop of night sky and relentless metropolis. He smiles wider, my wolf, his teeth white and glinting hungrily. He sits beside me and clips on the silver chain. Lets it fall onto the white sheet while he unzips his trousers, pulls them slowly down, teasing me. The stiffness of his arousal springs forward. It’s like a spear, so big and hard, shaped so perfectly for me, and now the soft seduction I was planning flees, because I want him badly, quickly, now.
    ‘You’re even more special than I realised,’ Gustav says quietly as we both stare at his hardness. ‘The only person who could take my mind away from what just happened. Just for a few minutes.’
    My body bothers me with its urgent lust. I open my legs, hook them round his slim hips. I run my hands over his smooth, warm, unblemished skin, so different from his brother’s, but oh, God – suddenly Pierre is in my head, his black eyes blazing with all that wounded anger.
    Gustav falls forward to hang over me. I pray he can’t read my mind. I shove Pierre away, cling to Gustav, push my open, wet mouth and my breasts at him, my stomach heaving with catches of breath, and then he lifts my body and runs his tongue up me like a large black cat until I’m whimpering with wanting. But he’s not licking for long, because he lets me drop onto the soft bed and roughly pushes himself into me, holds my arms down as he presses his still wet mouth down onto mine.
    ‘My God, in all the rush to get here, all the furore that met me when I arrived,’ he growls as he starts to move. I pull away, alert with anxiety, but his mouth, all of him, follows me to keep me still, his body possessing mine, locked inside me, his teeth nipping at my lower lip to keep me there. ‘I never kissed you hello.’

CHAPTER FOUR
    Focus, focus, focus. The photographer’s mantra. It’s been several luscious, lazy days since that traumatic New Year’s Eve with Pierre and Polly. Apart from that tricky meeting and some tentative emails back and forth between the brothers, Gustav and I have been cocooned from the world since before Christmas, which is exactly what we needed. So, apart from a commission for a gaggle of Park Avenue princesses yesterday, I’ve had more than two weeks off. I have to get back to work. I have to put the Levi traumas out of my mind, just for today.
    If I look behind me I can just make out our apartment amongst the phalanx of towering, tough buildings planted along Central Park West. Before I left this morning Gustav hung a Union Jack onto the end of his big new telescope bolted to the roof terrace. It’s my Christmas present to him to improve on the spyglass he brought from Lugano, and the flag means I can always find my way home.
    ‘Is that our code?’ I asked, as I packed up my camera kit in the hallway. My hands were shaking as I fitted the lenses and tripod into their sections in the bags and tried to quell the butterflies flipping in my stomach. ‘I mean, if the flag isn’t there it means you’re not at home, like the Queen? It will mean you’ve been called away on business?’
    Gustav took my shoulders and stood me in front of him. Stroked my face. Untwisted the golden locket to rest at the base of my throat where it constantly quivers with my pulse. Tucked wisps of hair into the heavy plait hanging down my back. Wherever he touched or brushed, he sent a ripple of tiny shivers through my skin. Every muscle was stalling, refusing to let me leave.
    ‘Too risky. Remember how Theseus forgot to hoist the white sail on his ship as the agreed sign that he had slain the Minotaur, and his father, seeing the black sail still up,