Page 293 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

Yet it’s almost as if he’s reluctant to get on the bed.

Grabbing his hands, I tug him forward until he loses his balance and has no choice but to fall on the bed. He seems stunned at first, but he quickly recovers and charges at me.

I jump back, aided by the strong springs of the mattress. I bounce on the bed and make him bounce up and down in return too.

“See? This is fun!”

He mumbles something under his breath that is along the lines of ‘typical Minnie.’ But then he gives me a bright smile and he pulls me into his arms. Together, we crash into the mattress and we bounce up and down a couple more times before we stop.

“You like the mattress, I gather?” he asks in a low voice that sends shivers down my spine.

“It’s so bouncy. I love it!”

“Good, because you’ll be sleeping here.”

“H-here?” I turn in his embrace and shyly look up at him. “Together?”

“Of course. There’s no other bed.”

“Well, I suppose it will be easier for you to pay your daily tribute if we sleep next to each other,” I murmur, batting my lashes suggestively at him—I think I’ve finally mastered this art!

“Damn right. I also have quite the accumulated interest to pay.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, slowly trailing his lips over my flesh.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Three days and counting.”

“I think we should not count in days.”

“What?”

“Hours. Let’s do hours. Three days is seventy-two hours. I have seventy-two hours of overdue payment. That’s quite a lot, isn’t it?”

“Oh my, that is indeed a lot. Do you plan to pay for all those seventy-two hours?”

“Let’s not forget the other hours in between that will keep adding up while we sleep and eat.”

“So every hour I don’t get an orgasm is an orgasm owed?” I ask huskily, liking the idea of this. Before, I would have called him a pervert. Now I declare him a genius.

“Yes, and I get my treat, too, between those pretty legs of yours, right where I belong.”

“I guess you’d better start paying your debt.”

I grab onto him, holding tight as I push my body against him. But just as I think I’ll finally get one of those delicious orgasms that gives me extra strength, something else happens.

My stomach growls in hunger.

Mine pulls back, a worried expression on his face.

“I haven’t eaten in four days,” I confess.

“Fuck!” He lets out a string of curses as he hauls me off the bed. “I need to feed you. The kitchen is downstairs.”

He doesn’t let me have a say as he takes me in his arms and carries me back downstairs.

The kitchen is right by the staircase, and to my surprise, this area is also spotless.

That’s when I finally think to ask.

“Is there anyone else around?” I say with a frown. I cannot hear anyone in the house or on the grounds.

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