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zipper down.  Our eyes locked as he took one of my hands.  He rubbed it against the front of the soft denim, his cock hard and straining against the zipper.  His striking face stared back at me, his blue eyes pleading for my understanding.
    “I need you.  Do not make me beg.”
    The tortured moan that fell from my lips was all the answer he needed.  He worked quickly, slipping his hands into my panties.  His fingers rubbed urgently across my wet folds, letting two of them slip inside of me.  He began stroking and curling his fingers as I bucked against his hand.
    I could never resist or deny him, I would gladly offer him whatever he needed or wanted.  I needed him just as much.
    His mouth was demanding and eager, his hips bucking against mine as he deepened the kiss.  One of his hands threaded in my hair while the other kept up the rapid rhythm inside of me, his fingers relentless.  I’d started tugging on his zipper when Stefan’s cell phone chirped loudly.
    With a growl of frustration, he pulled away from me and fished his phone from his pocket.  His face tensed and his eyes narrowed.
    “What?”  I asked.  I watched as his shoulders tightened and when he turned to face me, his face was solemn.
    “It appears that your father is eager to talk to you.”
    I snorted and folded my arms across my chest.  “My father?!?  He’ll never be my father.  He watched me struggle with my abilities for years and did nothing to help me.  I have nothing to say to him.  I just want to leave.”
    “Josephine,”  Stefan had just begun to speak when his cell phone twittered again, signaling another incoming text alert.  He glanced at the screen, saying nothing and simply handing me his phone.
    Kian: Please bring my daughter to the fourth floor.
    “Vackra, if you wish to leave, you must talk to him.  He will not let us leave unless you meet with him,” Stefan advised. 
    I handed his phone back to him and frowned.  “So we’re unofficial captives until I give him what he wants? Let’s get this over with.”
    “Josephine, this is the way this has to work.” He sounded frustrated.  “There is no other way.”
    Scowling, I exhaled loudly.  “It doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
    “I know.”  Stefan took my hand, leading us down the hall towards the elevator.  He pressed the up arrow on the panel and we waited as the doors slowly opened.  We stepped inside and he reached across to press the button for the fourth floor, watching in silence as the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent.
    The doors parted and we walked into a dark, wood paneled room that was a living and office space.  On one side, two large couches faced each other in the living room.  The walls were lined with impressive artwork, most of which were probably priceless, one-of-a-kind masterpieces.  The other end of the room was centered around a large mahogany desk with two chairs at each corner.  My father sat behind the desk, silently observing us and rising to his feet to greet us.
    “Stefan and Josephine.  Thank you for joining me.” Kian inclined his head in greeting.  He walked around the desk with outstretched hands as if to embrace me.  Shrinking back, I huddled against Stefan’s side.  My father dropped his hands and a wounded expression briefly darkened his face before a small, forced smile took its place.
    “Stefan, thank you for bringing my daughter to see me before you left.  I would like to speak to her alone,” Kian said as he glanced between us both.  By his tone it was obvious they’d discussed this and it was an order, not a request.
    “Vackra, I have no choice.  I will be close by, I promise,” Stefan’s mental voice had a nervous edge to it.
    Straightening my back, I pulled away from Stefan’s side to face my father.  I stared at him for a moment, my eyes flickering over him before I spoke.  “I would prefer for him to stay with me, Kian.”
    He clasped his hands together in front of him