Chapter 30

Zavian stared unblinkingly into Emmeline’s eyes. His gaze was so intense and unwavering that she felt pinned in place like a butterfly on display.

He ran his thumb over her lips slowly yet torturously, traces of her strawberry-scented lip gloss sticking to his finger. His movements were so casual and nonchalant as if he wasn’t affecting her at all - though her heart pounded harder with every passing second, threatening to burst from her chest.

Emmeline found herself utterly unable to look away. She was powerless against Zavian’s excessive prestige and commanding presence.

His dark eyes seemed to hold secrets...mysteries she longed to unravel.

She didn’t come back to her senses until he finally pulled his finger from her mouth and tenderly placed his hand on top of her head.

“You could let my wife help you too,” Zavian said smoothly.

Emmeline’s hands trembled slightly, and she clasped them together to hide it. “I don’t need anyone’s help, Mr. Black