Page 24 of Legacy of Succession

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

VICTORIA

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Victoria?” Nicholas stands before me. He's naked, but I can’t make out the lower half of his body. It's hazy. That seems so strange.

“I can’t,” I whisper back.

“Do you want me to touch you here?”

He touches my breasts, and I let out a moan.

“Maybe here.”

He dips his finger into my mouth, and I wrap my tongue around it.

“No. Definitely here.” I feel my pussy start to throb.

“Please,” I whimper. “More.”

“You like that.” That arrogant grin crosses his lips. I want to smack him in his face, but he touches me down there again, and I buck off the bed.

“Fuck!” I squirm under his touch. “Take me. Make me yours.”

“Who am I to disappoint, my little Duchess?”

CRASH!

I sit bolt upright in my bed. My breathing is fast, and the ache between my legs has my hand fly there to touch myself in the hope of relief. It’s then I notice the human-shaped shadow moving in my room.

“Nicholas?” I pray it’s no one else. The person’s physique is the same stature as my captor. “Is that you?”

“Sorry.” A deep voice rumbles. Then the intruder pulls at something by the wall, which reveals a secret door through which he disappears. I rub my eyes. Was I dreaming that as well as Nicholas about to take my virginity? My hand is still between my thighs, and I’m wet there. That part was a dream. I think I’m going to suppress the dream because otherwise it will freak me out. The more pressing matter is the man who was in my room and where he’s gone? I turn my bedside lamp on and swing my legs out of the bed. I put on slippers and pull a lightweight robe over my shoulders. It’s summer, but there’s a little chill in the air tonight. There always seems to be in these big houses. Nothing looks out of the norm in my bedroom. Well, except for the mirror that I stare into daily, wondering how this has become my life. It’s slightly ajar from the wall. I pull it, and a doorway opens. A secret passageway. My heart flutters with excitement. Maybe, this is a way out. The person, whoever he was, was showing me how to escape. I look around for anything I can use to light my way. I’d do anything to be back in my bedroom at home, right now. I have a love of candles. Then again, I wouldn’t need this secret tunnel if I were at home. I can’t waste any more time and decide that I’ll just have to enter it in the dark. I pick a couple of books up and wedge them against the door, to keep it open and offer a little light. Especially when I turn on the overhead light in my room to add illumination. I peek inside the doorway. Spider webs are everywhere. My stomach churns. I’m such a wimp when it comes to those little creatures with eight legs. Big girl pants time, spiders can do a lot less damage to me now than the other occupants of Oakfield Hall. I step inside the dark stone corridor. Oakfield Hall is a brick mansion, and this hidden chamber must have been built within the walls. I chuckle as I imagine the clandestine liaisons that they may have been used for in the past. I look to my left, and it’s boarded up, so I can’t go that way. Right it is. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure that I can hear it vibrating off the walls. I hear a noise up ahead and quicken my pace a little. There is no light. I’m terrified, especially when I bump into some stairs and only just manage to keep my footing. I bend low to the floor and trace them up in a crouching position. I have no idea what I’m touching, and I really don’t want to know. I get to the top of the steps and look around. It’s still pitch black. Surely, to get out of this place I would need to go down, not up. I’m not going to take any chances with my footing again, for fear of tumbling downstairs, I keep low and crawl along the floor. Up ahead, I see a flicker of light. Is this where the person who was in my room has gone? Maybe they’re waiting to free me? I scamper forward quickly, on all fours, then stop and listen at the doorway where the light is.

“Silly, silly. You shouldn’t have left the room.” I hear from the other side.

I push the door slowly. It creaks open and sitting there is a man. I recognize his features, instantly. They’re the same as the ones I was just dreaming of, but younger and paler. Nicholas must have a brother.

The man swipes his hand across his head, around his nose, and taps the floor twice with his foot.

“Hello,” I say quietly.

He looks up at me with fear in his eyes.

“You can’t be here.”

“You were in my room?”

“Yes.” He does his strange movement again. It seems to be some sort of tic.

“Why? Who are you?”

“You must go back.” He scrambles a little farther away.

“I won’t hurt you. I just want to know who you are?”

I slide my body out of the secret passageway and step into the room. It’s opulently decorated like a sitting room. A television sits in the corner with a games console attached to it, and a table is laid ready for breakfast. I went upstairs in the tunnel — I must’ve come to the second floor. There’s a door to the other end of the room, and I wonder where that leads.

“You have to knock before you come in.”

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