Chapter 67

“You’ll wish you had held your tongue,” Zavian warned ominously.

With that, he raised his club high above his head and gently hurled the ball directly at Emmeline.

It hit her square in the stomach before rolling off, leaving behind a wave of surprise that left Emmeline gasping for breath and grimacing slightly.

“Oh my God!” she cried out.

Zavian’s gaze shifted from under her skirt back to meet hers. There was something mischievous about his look now.

“It sadly didn’t go where I wanted,” he admitted dryly. “Guess I’ll have to try again.”

Before she could respond, he swung his club once more, sending the ball directly at her.

This time, it hit a little harder and directly on her sacred space, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

Emmeline’s hands splayed out on the grass as she threw her head back and let out a soft moan.

“Stop trying to ignite me, Mr. Blackthorn,” she managed to gasp out between breaths. “How do y