Page 21 of Vengeful Seduction
Part Two
Chapter 6
Kaye
My confession hung between us in the complete and utter silence, and I had to sort of kick myself for my own words. Why had I told David that? Why would I tell him the secret that I had kept to myself for so long?
The truth was, I had never told anyone I was untouched. Most of the people I knew had a much more casual attitude toward sex than I did. Everyone had always assumed, at least as far as I knew, that I was the same way as everyone else. After all, how many virgins of my age could there possibly be in the world?
It was so much easier to just let everyone assume what they naturally would. I knew the truth, and I had always found it was enough for me to know the truth.
For the first time, I had told someone else. I held my breath, waiting for him to respond. I could tell he was shocked, and I had to wonder if he would be disgusted by what I had disclosed to him.
Maybe he would just walk out. I wasn’t even sure I could blame him if he did. How pathetic did I have to seem to him?
I had had offers, but not as many as people sometimes assumed. I had deliberately kept myself busy. I’d never really wanted to date, not until the time was right.
It never had been.
So why did I tell him?
I had no idea. There was just something about him. It pulled at me like nothing else ever had. I had been attracted to men before, but it had never hit me this hard.
It had been threatening to rain all day, and all of a sudden, it hit. A blast of wind hit the side of the house as if summoned out of nowhere, and seconds later, the wind started to patter against the windows.
It wasn’t just rain and wind, either. I jumped a little bit as a flash of lightning visibly lit up the sky outside of the mansion and strange shadows danced on the wall. A very short time later, it was followed by the sharp crack of thunder.
This place didn’t quite feel like my home yet. Those shadows weren’t familiar to me at all. I gave a cry of fear, which I sort of hated myself for. I had nerves of steel and could deal with most things, but for some reason, storms freaked me out.
“Are you okay?” he asked, taking a step toward me. I was still waiting for him to just make his excuses and leave, but instead he reached out and touched my shoulder. It felt good.
Far too good.
I had never been as interested in anyone as I was in him. I’d started off disliking him, but something else was going on here. I didn’t quite know what it was yet, but something in me yearned for him.
“Yes.” Even though I tried to sound brave, my voice trembled, and I forced a deep breath into my lungs to try to calm myself. I tried to steady myself before speaking again. “I'm all right.”
And, then, just like that, he was right there. I was in his arms, and he was holding me, secure and warm and safe. When the lightning flashed and the thunder roared again, I didn’t jump quite as much as I had the first time.
A smaller house would be shaking with the fury of the sudden storm, I was sure of it. The mansion stood solidly, just as David did, and I let myself just cling to him. I’d never been the type to accept comfort from other people, but from him it somehow seemed okay.
His hand moved slowly down my arm, then took my hand in his. “You’re shaking,” David commented, as he gazed down into my eyes. “I don’t think you’re okay.” He moved his other hand up and down my arm to warm me.
I couldn’t even deny it. I hadn’t known I was shaking, but when he said it, I realized he was right. I was trembling in his arms. What can I say? It had been a rough time for me, and I was a little overwrought to say the least. “I’ll be …”
“Shh.” He stroked my hair, and I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had tried to soothe me. I was the nurse. I was the one who took care of others, not the one who was cared for.
It felt strange, but I liked it more than I would have expected.
And then, of all things, he was sweeping me up into his arms and actually carrying me, bridal style, steady and sure as he walked up the mahogany staircase. He walked like he belonged there, and I realized he had probably spent a lot of time here when he was younger.
It felt more like his place than mine, and for once in my life I just relaxed and let myself be taken care of. I spoke only once, to direct him to the room I had taken for my own, but otherwise I just looped my arms around his neck and enjoyed his scent.
I enjoyed it just a little bit too much, actually.
When we got to my room, he put me gently down on the king-sized bed, and when he settled down with me, it was a relief. Maybe I would have protested, but right as we got settled in there was another peal of thunder and I found myself honestly just glad to have him there.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom brought the outdoors in. Sheer, pale blue curtains did little to hide the fact that a storm was raging just beyond the window panes. A flash of lightning lit up the whole room. It was a large room—larger than my own home had been. I didn’t even flinch when the thunder came. I was safe in David’s arms. It seemed like nothing could hurt me when I was with him.
