Page 125 of Silenced

“Because I promised you’d always be safe.”

When she nods, I get the feeling I’ve missed something.

She presses a kiss to my lips. “Thank you.”

I shrug. “It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s notnothing,” she snipes. “Are we going to celebrate Christmas on the 6th?”

“Yes.” I sigh, annoyed with myself for forgetting she was raised American. I can’t deny that learning of her heritage has made her Russian in my eyes. “I should have asked if you celebrate on the 25th…”

“My father was Russian Orthodox. We celebrated on January 6th and I only ever stopped because of Harvey.” Her chin tips up. “I don’t have to do that anymore, do I?”

I growl at her mentioninghisname while her cunt is full of my cum. “No.”

She hums. “I want to cook.”

“Whatever you want. But… first…” As she takes note of my hesitation, I shrug. “There’s a gala on New Year’s. Will you be my date?”

Her eyes are as round as gold drachmas. “I’m surprised you’re asking.”

“It goes against my inclinations,” I agree.

“So, why… ask?”

“Because I want you there of your own volition. I want to have you dripping in gold and jewels and my cum—”

“Cum?” she squeaks.

I nod then repeat with brisk flicks of my fingers, “Drippingin it.” When she bites her lip, I rear up and do it for her and only stop when the soft, pink flesh is bruised. “Will you come with me?” Before she can answer, I manage to rasp, “As my woman?”

“Why do you sign when you can speak? I thought you were deaf, but you’re not hard of hearing at all, are you?”

There’s no point in lying to her. “I have no hearing issues.”

“Just speaking ones?”

I nod.

“Since when?”

“Since I found my mother’s body.” When her eyes flare wide, I quickly sign, “I don’t say that for sympathy.”

“Of course, you don’t,” she snaps. “I just didn’t realize… But, trauma.” She grimaces, and the haunted look in her eyes triggers a feral wrath in me—one that vows she will never be prey again. “It affects us all.”

“I thought you’d be angry,” I reason.

“I could be, but you didn’t lie to me,” she retorts, her tone droll before mocking, “‘Assuming makes an ass out of you and me.’” Her hand is gentle as she cups my chin. “I like your voice.”

Something unlocks inside me.

I release a breath.

She studies me with kind eyes.

I take another breath.

And manage to grind out, “I’m glad.”

---