Page 9 of Tethered Souls
“Turn around,” he says.
“No.” I’m not some damn mare that needs assessing.
His eyes rise to mine. He doesn’t say another word, just watches me. Waits for me to listen.
My pulse quickens.
My resolve weakens...
I turn abruptly to address Father, deciding he is the safer option, but two words from Varius stop me in my tracks.
“Good girl.”
My brain melts.
My pussy kegels.
I clench my fists to stop myself from spinning towards him as my back prickles, my skin suddenly too sensitive, too aware of his presence. He isn’t even close to me, but I can feel him everywhere. Feel his eyes running down my body and lingering on my ass.
“Your father says you’re a virgin.”
I’m facing him again in an instant, my rage overriding my arousal. “That is none of your fucking business.”
“Micha,” Father snaps, but I ignore him, knowing that for once he isn’t the most important man in the room.
“Everything about you is now my business,” Varius says simply.
My eyes narrow. “It’s the twenty-first century, you ne–”
“You are welcome to check her,” Father says. Shock slaps the rest of the words out of me, and before I can find them again to protest, Varius inclines his head, and Father and his brother, Khalid, who I’ve only just noticed, exit the office.
He takes a step towards me, and I take one back before I force my legs to lock in place. He keeps walking forward though. A slow, purposeful stride that is starting to cause my heart to jump all over the place.
Swallowing hard, I say, “Tell me you’ve never seen a vagina without telling me you’ve never seen a vagina.” Only an idiot thinks they have a seal of virginity you can just look at.
But now he’s right in front of me, the gap entirely closed between us, and my sarcastic courage is starting to run for the hills. My pulse pounds in my throat as he crowds me against my father’s desk.
He grabs my hip with one hand, and the warmth of his skin burns me beneath my clothes. I try to think of another thing to say to put him in his place, but his other hand is snapping open the button of my black cargo pants, and my mind is melting beneath his hot stare.
He pulls down the zipper tooth by tooth.
When it reaches the bottom, he lifts his hand to the top of my underwear, then slides his tips inside. The brush of his fingers across my curls causes me to jump. My ass hits the edge of the wooden desk.
He caresses me, slowly rubbing down between my lips, then back up again. His eyes never leaving mine, he brushes a finger across my clit. I jerk, my hips lifting away from the desk, my mouth parting as a soft breath escapes. I’ve never been touched like this, and my nerves are far too sensitive.
“That’s not where the hymen is,” I blurt, needing to say something before I just become a mess in his hands.
“No?” Varius murmurs, rubbing me mercilessly, sending shockwave after shockwave through my pussy. “Must be my caveman upbringing.”
My eyes widen. My cheeks burn.
His fingers glide smoothly south.
Then come up again, stroking me between my lips.
I start to squirm against the desk. His nostrils flare as I stare at him, my eyes half-hooded, my legs shaking. His two fingers dip low again, this time coming to a rest right at the opening of my pussy.
My breath catches.
