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I wonder what his hands would feel like.
Cold, probably. Firm. Certain.
And I hate myself for wondering, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. The moment our eyes met in the kitchen was the moment of no return for me. There’s a part of me now—small, trembling, but undeniably present—that doesn’t want to escape. Itwantsto submit. Not in weakness, but in understanding. Something primal. Something that craves to open that locked door to where my deepest, darkest, most twisted desires dwell in eternal slumber.
The part of me that somehow knows this man will be the one to give me everything I need.
“Submit to me,” he whispers, a slow knowing smile stretching his lips. Dangerous. Tempting.
My heart pounds as he awaits my answer. Somewhere above, the old house moans: a soft, drawn-out creak. Like somethingancient shifting in its sleep.
Oh, how I wish to let my guard down, to release myself of the inhibitions that have been forced upon me while growing up. To finally be free to explore my body, without shame. Without guilt. Without feeling dirty and flawed, like there is something wrong with me for wantingmore.
But... am I brave enough? Do I have the courage to leap into the unknown?
I lift my chin.
And seal my fate.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER 7
“Beg”
“You’re not going anywhere.” This stranger and my captor leans in, barely an inch between our heated bodies, all humor gone ashe hisses his next words, his eyes boring into me. “You belong to me now. And until I get what I’m owed, you are completely at my mercy.”
Heart thundering at Niko’s threatening words, fear and arousal mix in a volatile concoction that threatens to consume me. Slick pours out of my hot center, soaking my lace panties through.
I want to ask him questions, real ones, but when he looks at me like that, I forget them all. There’s something so raw and carnal about him, about his presence, my attraction to him so intense, that I’m certain I’ll combust on the spot just from the way that he’s staring at me.
The awareness of him is like a second pulse inside me: steady, impossible to ignore. My skin feels too tight, my breath shallow. My thoughts are no longer my own. He hasn’t touched me, not once, but my body feels marked already. Branded by anticipation.
His nostrils flare. “You’re aroused.”
I whimper, shaking my head in denial. Pussy creaming even more as his deep, husky voice spreads over me.
This isn’t normal.
Each time he speaks, my thoughts waver. Drifting like mist across memory and sensation. His voice is velvet soaked in wine and smoke. It doesn’t belong in this century. It barely belongs in this world.
“Don’t lie to me.” He inhales the air around us once more, his eyes glazing over. “There’s no mistaking the scent of a woman in need of a good fucking.”
His nose trails a path down my neck, stopping between my heaving breasts.
“Have you ever been properly fucked, Elena?” He glances up at me, waiting for me to reply or perhaps push him away, and when I fail to do either, he chuckles, then slowly moves the laceto the side. My nipple pops out of its confinement right in front of his awaiting tongue. “Your silence tells me all that I need to know.”
My entire body trembles.
“Are you doing something to me?” I ask suddenly, voice tight.
“No,” he says, blowing hot air on the peak. He tilts his head, observing me with faint amusement. “Maybe what you feel is just the part of you that you’ve always buried under that prim and proper façade. The one that knows you’ve been waiting your whole life for a moment exactly like this. When you can finally set yourself free.”
Yes.
The single word reverberates in my mind louder than any battle chant as I stare at him, heart pounding. And yet, something else tugs at my logic. “Why me?”
Niko’s expression changes, only slightly. As if something flickers behind his eyes that wasn’t there before. A deeper understanding that I have yet to uncover.
