Page 23 of Weeping Roses

“You say you heard a noise. This house is full of them. It’s old.”

“I know, it’s just, well–” She shivers and I note her bare feet and wonder if that’s the only thing bare under that robe.

“You’re cold.”

I state the obvious, and she shakes her head. “Ten out ten for observation, Einstein. It may be because this house is fucking freezing and I think there are ghosts.”

It makes me laugh and, feeling devilish, I reach out and pull her sharply toward me, my arms wrapping around her, causing her to hiss, “What are you doing?”

“Warming you up.” I nuzzle my face against her ear and whisper, “Shared body heat is best for that. Take off that monstrosity and I’ll demonstrate my point.”

She struggles and squeals, “No! Oh my God, definitely not.”

I can’t help but laugh softly as I lead her towards the bed. Before she has a chance to protest, I lower her onto the bed and secure her against me.

“Val–”

“Hush, malyshka. Now, tell me what you heard.”

I pull her in tight against me and leave my hand splayed across her stomach, the offending robe an irritant I will deal with next.

“It came from upstairs.” She shivers. “It was footsteps.”

“As in an animal, perhaps.”

I prompt and she says with an urgent whisper, “It sounded too heavy for that. It sounded–“ She gasps, “Human.”

I listen but hear nothing at all and whisper huskily, “You were dreaming.”

“I was not.” The indignation in her voice makes me smile, and she says with real fear, “I sensed it when I was there alone earlier. It was as if someone was watching me. That I wasn’t alone up there. It’s why I ran, you see, Valentin–”

I inhale her scent from my advantageous position and can’t help that my cock is pressing in hard against her back and she stiffens and squeaks, “Oh God, that’s not–”

She shifts and I laugh softly, “Not God, malyshka, although you may think of me as that. No, the object pressing into your back is my interest making itself known.”

She attempts to pull away and I say huskily, “Does that shock you, my little Polly? That a man finds you attractive; that he wants to explore every inch of your skin and mark it with his touch. Own it, worship it and unleash the fire inside you and watch you burn.”

Her breathing is ragged and despite herself she relaxes against me and taking that as a sign, I rub my hand across her stomach in circles and gently kiss her neck.

“Valentin, I–”

“Hush little one. The room is in darkness, nobody but us knows we are here. Close your eyes and give into pleasure. For one night only do something out of character. Allow your body to experience forbidden pleasure. Allow me inside.”

Her sexy moan makes me smile and I reach inside her robe and as my fingers connect with her soft, sweet flesh I groan out loud as I explore her skin, that is like silk under my touch. As I kiss her neck, her soft sigh of pleasure tells me she wants this too and as I ease the fabric away from her body, my own presses into her from behind.

She feels so good, so intoxicating, and my hands drift lower and caress her soft, sweet thigh. She says nothing at all and neither do I as I dip my fingers between her legs and ease my thumb over her clit. Her legs part as if by magic and her soft moan is my invitation to dip inside, loving how her walls clench around my fingers as she bears down on them.

Yes, my English Rose is craving something a lot more effective than her trusted vibrator and I am more than happy to replace it for one night only.

CHAPTER 13

POLLY

Iam out of mind with delirious pleasure. I push aside the fact I’m a brazen slut as I accept what he’s giving me with no thought other than I want more. I want to see where this is taking us, and I am using this arrogant man to show me how amazing sex can be.

To date, I haven’t found it amazing at all and any attempts ended with my current boyfriend pounding into me while I plan what I’m wearing the next day. Not this. Not allowing my body full charge of a situation that my mind definitely disapproves of.

When I knocked on his door, I wasn’t kidding that I heard a noise. This house is spooky as fuck, and the heavy tread of footsteps above my head amplified in my mind. I know something is up there. I’m not mad, but I’m kind of hoping that it’s one of the men going through rigorous security checks.

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