Dark Intent

Kenrick sat upon one of the wing-backed chairs near the fireplace. He was a handsome devil in his navy-blue tailored suit. I loved the sharpness of his scruff-covered jaw, his close-cropped hair, and glowing dark skin. He was always so elegant, unlike a lot of his brothers. My cousin was everything a female could want. Even I couldn’t ignore his attractiveness. Too bad my family gave up endogamy. According to the elders, it served its purpose. Mercier sisters married Locke brothers and enabled our bloodlines to strengthen and grow. The custom had long sense fell out of practice. Those same patriarchs, after many centuries of impropriety, developed meaningless morality and claimed it didn’t look right. I sighed as I sat across from my cousin, consciously squeezing my thighs together while keeping those illicit thoughts tucked away. When I glanced up at him, I knew it was a wasted effort. Everyone knew Kenrick adored me. From the way his eyes caressed me, I realized all I had to do was say the word, and we would have a totally different type of conversation.