Page 25 of Darkest Sin
With a glance over my shoulder, I can see that he’s asleep now but I can’t seem to do the same. I’m in a new place. In a new bed. Married to a man I barely know.
I have so many questions for Mikhail but I’m afraid to ask. I’m afraid to know why my mom didn’t want me to be with him. I’m afraid to know what might happen if I push him. Is he an angry man? So far, he hasn’t shown me he is.
But he did also kill a man to get to me. That’s not exactly healthy behavior.
I can feel the heat from his body. As someone who has never slept in the same bed with another person like this, it’s toowarm. I’m used to my own blankets and pillows and smells and temperature. My sisters used to sneak into my bed when we were younger and have sleepovers but that hasn’t happened in years.
It’s another reminder that I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman married to a man who’s dangerous who I chose to save my family who may or may not hurt me in the long run.
Once again, I have to ask myself: did I make the right decision?
My brain is racing. I’m still awake at one in the morning. It’s then that I feel Mikhail get out of bed. My back is to him so I can’t see what he’s doing and I don’t want to ask. For some reason, I don’t want him to know that I’m awake.
I can feel him looking at me for a moment before he gets out of bed. His footsteps move away from me and then I hear the door open. Maybe a nighttime snack? Maybe he has to use the bathroom?
But there’s an ensuite bathroom. He wouldn’t need to leave the bedroom to do that.
I wait to look until I hear the door shut again. Taking in a deep breath, I look over my shoulder and see that he’s gone. That’s all right. Maybe now I’ll finally be able to fall asleep without him next to me.
But sleep never comes.
I wait thirty minutes but he doesn’t come back. What is he doing awake this time of night? Surely he has to work in the morning. Granted, I don’t know Mikhail’s schedule. He might work all odd hours given what he does.
Which is still something I don’t fully know.
I shouldn’t worry and yet, I am. I need to know where he is. What he’s doing. My husband is a mystery to me. I have the right to know.
Despite my shaking hands, I force them to lift the blanket off me. I force my feet to touch the ground. I force my legs to stand up.
And I force my heart to calm down. Everything will be all right.
I peek my head into the hallway but I don’t see him. It’s so dark with all the lights off. I’m unsure if I should turn any of them on. Do I want Mikhail knowing I’m looking for him? Is he doing something dangerous that I shouldn’t know about?
I wipe my clammy hands on the silk nightgown he had me wear. The way he gently commanded me to wear it made my body tingle. I can’t stop thinking about it.
I use my hands to feel along the wall until I reach the stairs. Holding onto the handrail, I descend down. I don’t see any light on in the kitchen or the living room.
My eyes turn to the hallway off the foyer where the guest room is that he had me choose my wedding dress in. It’s also the hallway with the mysterious room that he doesn’t want me going in to.
As I make my way down the hallway, I notice that the mysterious room’s door is cracked open and a light is coming from it. Is Mikhail torturing someone in there?
I can hear the murmur of a voice. It sounds deep, like Mikhail’s. So he’s talking to someone. Then I hear the sound of… moaning? But I cant tell if it’s from pleasure or pain. Is he hurting someone in the house where I sleep? I don’t feel comfortable with that at all.
But do I have the right to tell him that? I don’t know what I can do or not do here. Mikhail is clearly in charge.
I need to know what’s in there though. The uncertainty is going to kill me.
Taking a deep breath, I approach the door and peek through the crack. I can just make out two people. A woman is on her knees, her eyes blindfolded. A man stands behind her, using afeather of sorts along her back. She keeps moaning. That’s who I heard.
I blush because well… she’s naked. The man has pants on but no shirt. Neither of them are Mikhail.
Yet, I can hear him talking.
He’s giving the couple orders. “Use the feather on her pussy.”
The man does as Mikhail instructs.
I gasp and step back and immediately cover my mouth. I don’t want Mikhail to hear me. What is going on here? It seems like my husband is into some weird sex stuff. I feel betrayed. He’s supposed to be mine, not someone else’s.
