TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (read after TXT) 📕

love. I'm taking you upstairs, where I plan on having my way with you. Then, you and I will pack our bags. After which, I plan on conquering you again until we have to depart tomorrow morning. I was endowed another charge by the council, and this time I'm bringing you with me."

Sammie's bright green eyes widened at Jareth's statement as she began placing small kisses along his face with enthusiasm. "Really, Jareth?" She inquired jubilantly. "Thank you for doing this. You have no idea how excited I am to be joining you this time. Oh my God, I'm so jazzed! I can't wait to tell the girls!" She squealed like an excited fangirl. Just as she attempted to wriggle free from Jareth's embrace, he downed the remaining contents of his glass, set it on his bureau, and tossed Sammie over his shoulder. "Such a brazen little thing, aren't you, Samantha." He teased as he effortlessly bound up the long staircase two at a time.

"I seem to recall telling you that I was taking you upstairs to ravish you. If you behave, my little minx, I may just allow you enough energy to phone your friends while we are packing, but for now ... you are MINE!" He gave Sammie a roguish slap on her exposed rear end, eliciting a moan from her sumptuous lips. Once they were both inside their bedroom, Jareth set a blushing Sammie on her feet.

He ripped his jacket and shirt off in one fluid motion as his eyes blackened with lust. "Now ..." he commanded with a sultry growl, "Strip."

Chapter 22

Sammie's POV

When I got up in the wee hours of the morning, it was still dusk. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at Jareth. He was sitting at his desk, working on his laptop.

So Damn Sexy ...

I rolled over onto my side and studied my beautiful enigma while biting my lower lip. His pale blond locks were disheveled, hanging over his sculpted brow, which was a rare sight to behold with Jareth. He was always so composed. So, of course, whenever the slightest imperfection appeared on him, I loved it. His disheveled appearance made me appreciate that he felt comfortable enough with me to let down the fortified walls he had preserved for over three centuries. He caught me watching him and smiled. "Love, if you continue to regard me with that expression while you are seductively sprawled on our bed and clothed in nothing but my shirt, then I assure you we shan't be on time for our flight this morning."

"Why Jareth Mickelsen, I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just laying here staring at the sexiest man I've ever seen and picturing him naked. That shouldn't affect you ... should it?" I blinked my eyes, feigning innocence, then sauntered over to drape my arms over Jareth's shoulders. I purposefully allowed my breasts to rub against his bare skin as I pressed soft kisses along his neck.

A soft chuckle passed his lips. "Samantha, I feel as if you are trying to deter me from finalizing our itinerary. And I'm certain that you wouldn't think to do that, would you? Especially when you know how imperative it is that I am on time for this meeting, right?"

I gasped mockingly as I continued to nibble on the spot beneath his ear that drives him crazy. "I would never do such a thing," I whispered coyly.

Jareth quickly swung his seat around and pulled me to his lap. His blackened eyes stared at me covetously as he skillfully traced his finger along the unbuttoned collar of the shirt I was wearing. His smooth stroke trailed along the nape of my neck, gliding down to the jutting sprout of my breast, circling it with his finger. I shuttered with delight from his masterful touch. And then Jareth did the unthinkable.

He tweaked my nipples and then had the audacity to declare, "Tune in Tokyo!"

My bratty vampire then burst into a fit of laughter.

I scowled at him.

Needless to say, I was not amused.

I couldn't believe that Jareth, mister broody vampire, just got me all hot and bothered only to play Tune in Tokyo.

Who does that?!

I am so going to pay back his sneaky ass later on. I huffed and stalked away, pouting. "So mature, Jareth ... Not!"

I could tell he tried to contain his fit of laughter. But the more he looked at my red cheeks, he just couldn't contain himself. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder and tilted my head up to look him in the eye. "Samantha, love, I'm sorry for teasing you. But I did warn you that we needed to prepare for our departure. Now the sooner we make haste, the sooner I promise, I will tend to whatever needs you may have once we are on board the plane."

"Fine...wait... what? The plane? Jareth, I don't think that having sex on a plane, with a bunch of bystanders, is really something I'm comfortable with doing. I'm not sure what kind of crazy exhibitionism vampires are OK with, but I'm just not that daring. Also, those bathrooms are way too small, not to mention people poop in there.  I seriously can't see how someone could actually have sex inside of them. That would be just eww, gross."

Again, he snickered.

How is this funny?

"Samantha, I told you that we were going to be on the Council's private plane. No one, other than the pilots and cabin steward, will be joining us on the flight. Also, there is a suite at the back of the plane that is reserved for resting ... or other more surreptitious entertainment."

He gave me a knowing wink.

Well shit. I completely forgot. Oopsy. Color me embarrassed.

"Now..." Jareth commanded as he gave me a quick pat on the ass, "go finish getting ready."

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It's official; I am now