Page 60 of #Resort Love
The guard bowed and rushed out of the office. The sound of the closing door echoed through the room, the silence ringing loudly in my ears. My body felt as if it was vibrating.
“Isn’t she supposed to be bound to your will?” Arianna finally asked, keeping her voice and her face blank. But I could feel it, the curiosity, the doubt.
I gritted my teeth. “Yes,” I said flatly.
She’s not completely bound, though, is she?
I inhaled sharply at that fucking voice and its useless words. Picking up my glass, I hurled it against the wall, letting the glass shatter and the whiskey drip to the floor, my breathing coming too fast.
To Arianna’s credit, she did not flinch at my loss of control. Instead, she closed the distance between us, capturing my face in her hands, forcing me to meet her eyes. The temperature of the room dropped as I glared at her, though my rage wasn’t toward her.
I knew from the moment I saw those bands around her wrists that something wasn’t right with the bargain. That fucking sliver of skin mocked me, gloating with proof that the bargain didn’t fully pull her under my control. And that blasted voice taunted me at every moment with my failure. Of all the bargains I’ve made, none resulted in anything like this. No bargain had ever been incomplete in such a way. No bargain ever came with this haunting voice, whispering of howshewas not wholly mine.
I heard it as soon as Sybil spoke the last words of our bargain. That ancient voice telling me Sybil wasn’t completely under my control. I ignored it, pushing it to the back of my mind. But I commanded Sybil to return and stay in her room, and with her gone, it was something I could no longer ignore.
“Tell me,” Arianna said softly, carefully reading the emotions reflecting in my gaze.
“Tell you what?” I growled, baring my teeth at her. The thought of having this weakness bared to her made my blood turn to ice.
“Something happened,” she pressed. “You know it and I know it. I saw you. I saw your hesitation when you finished the bargain. Something happened.”
“I don’t know what happened,” I confessed, pulling out ofher hands, turning to face my desk. I leaned against it, my hands gripping the edge of the wood. “Sybil’s bands aren’t fully connected. She said everything, word for word, but both bands are disconnected.”
“Which means she can fight against your command.” A statement, not a question. I nodded, my shoulders shaking with rage. Arianna came behind me, wrapping her arms around my stomach. “Then we will control her in a different way.”
I turned in her arms and faced her, my head cocked as I waited for her to continue. A cunning smile played on her swollen lips, and she backed away, walking to the bar and pouring out two drinks. She returned, handing me a glass while she took a sip of the brown whiskey. I watched her every move, my patience waning.
“Well, my queen,” I drawled. “Are you going to keep me in suspense?”
She let out a sultry laugh. She leaned into me, placing her drink on the desk behind me. “If you can’t fully control her with the bargain,” Arianna purred, “control her with fear.”
“With fear,” I repeated quietly.
I stifled a smile. Though the bargain should have put her completely under my control, fear was always a good second choice. You could do many things under the guise of fear. Excitement bubbled in my chest, my blood heating at the thought of Sybil cowering from me while I bent her to my will, feeding on every dread, every terror.
The thought of her begging and pleading, the icy fear that I would draw from her, making it grow until all Sybil would see is the darkness, made me so hard that I ached.
I set my glass down, another laugh rumbling through me. “Control her with fear—what a beautiful idea, my love.”
I slid my hand up her arm to the back of her neck, pullingher to me, our mouths crashing together. Her lips parted, allowing my tongue to sweep in and caress hers. She moaned while I removed her jacket, pushing it off her. I caressed those full breasts of hers and walked her back to the couch until my legs hit the edge of the leather seat. She smiled against my lips, unbuttoning my pants, letting them fall, freeing my cock. Pushing me down to the leather cushions, she slipped out of her own clothes, kneading her breasts, teasing me with every move. I gripped my cock, pumping as I watched her hand glide down her stomach, all the way to her center, my breath heavy.
Unwilling to wait any longer, I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me. She straddled me, rubbing her slick folds against my cock. I groaned, breathing in her hunger. I leaned forward, eager to taste her when she shoved me back, hard. I grunted from the force, but she gripped my cock, lining me to her entrance and sinking onto me, letting me fill her so deeply. I sighed at the feel of her silky warmth clenching around me. Arianna panted, her head tilted back as she rode me fast and hard, using me to satisfy her every desire. Guiding her hips, I ground against her, pushing myself deeper, indulging her every need.
I circled a finger around Arianna’s clit, pushing her closer to the edge, her mewling growing louder and wilder. Pinching her clit, she cried out as I swelled inside of her, our ecstasy ripping through us. I let her ride out wave after wave of pleasure, pulling her close, our lips coming together in a bruising kiss, until she was fully sated. Leaning my forehead against hers, we breathed heavily, trying to calm our racing hearts.
“We’ll start the moment she returns.”
Chapter 33
Sybil
Imoaned, my body feeling heavy, weighed down. My eyes fluttered open, focusing on the figure sitting by the windows of my room. Swallowing, I peered up to the ceiling. I wasn’t sure how I had gotten here. I remembered running through the forest until I reached Samian. I remembered falling and everything going dark. I remembered feeling like I was picked up, but the rest, I don’t remember anything after that.
Looking back to the figure, my vision cleared. The windows and lights were fixed, the glass cleaned up. Samian was reading a paper, his eyes skimming the page, only stopping when he heard the blankets rustling. Attempting to sit up, I hissed from a dull pain and put my hand to my side, probing my skin with my fingers. Wincing, it all came crashing back. The forest, being stabbed by the tail of that monstrous snake and the man who saved me.
I felt the area again, but the wound was gone. My browsknitted together, and I pulled up my shirt. I had thought that being stabbed by a spike the size of my forearm would feel worse than this, that there would be a gaping wound or at leastsomethingto show for it. But all I found was a massive bruise, purple and blue. A shiver rippled across my body.
“It’s called a beithir—the beast that attacked you,” Samian said. I flicked my eyes to him in time to see his face hardening at the sight of the bruise. Concern flickered through those unusual eyes of his, each so different from the other, though they grew wary when his gaze met mine. Folding the letter in his hand, he tucked it in the pocket inside his jacket. “Care to tell me what happened?” His tone was laced with skepticism.
