Page 27 of Buried Souls
“Damn it,” I mutter low, keeping my voice almost inaudible as I struggle to make out the space. “I can’t see anything.”
I lean forward.
My nightgown catches onto the brass knob, pulling me back just before my body hits the door, forcing it open, the heavy wood banging the inside wall.
“Shit!” I hiss, wincing as the sound echoes throughout the mansion. After a few moments of waiting and praying that no one heard, I step into the opulent room—and freeze.
The once broken glass stands completely intact, the high window frames holding it in place as if just installed. I rush to it, frantically searching the surface for any indication of this morning’s events.
Not a single scratch is visible, the transparent material completely unmarred.
“How is this possible...” My fingers trace the glass, mind refusing to accept what my eyes are conveying to it. “I saw him—”
“What are you doing in my room?”
I spin around.
My mouth parts, hanging open in an embarrassingly wide way as I stare at the giant of a man that threw himself from this very same room mere hours ago, not a wrinkle on his perfectly polished look. No gash lies open on his chest, no blood stains his crisp white shirt.
“I—uh, I came to see how you were doing.” I swallow, backing up until I hit the glass, my throat drying up as Niko prowls towards me.
Like a predator on the hunt, his unwavering gaze locked onme, he approaches me, tilting his head as he takes me in. Long gone is the soft and vulnerable man that opened his heart to me in this very room mere hours ago, making me question if it ever truly even happened.
“And why would you care, hmm? You are nothing to me.” His arms rest on the window, caging me in as he murmurs low, “And I am nothing to you.” His nose grazes the side of my neck, tracing a fervid path to my ear. “You disobeyed me. Again.”
I gasp, bolting forward.
He blocks me, his sturdy body pressing me against the window. “Now, what did I tell you, little lamb? What will I be forced to do next time that you misbehave?”
The words lodge in my throat as my palms plaster against the wall, droplets of sweat beading down my spine as his promise comes crashing back to me.
“I–I don’t remember,” I lie, pulse racing. My heart threatens to erupt out of my chest cavity as his heated body comes within an inch of me.
“Perhaps I should show you, that way, you will be more mindful of doing as you’re told.” His tongue sweeps across my skin, licking my jaw and cheek, sweeping across my swollen lips.
A strangled moan escapes me.
His hand flies to my neck, pinning me to the glass. “I am going to wreck that pretty mouth of yours, Elena. You will be begging for mercy by the time that I am through with you.”
My pussy tightens, mind bursting with depraved thoughts. Wetness drenches my thigh as arousal leaks out of my pulsing core.
Oh, how I crave for this man to ruin me, to leave me shattered in pieces, strewn across the floor at his feet.
I was always reserved with my previous partners, fear of rejection forcing me to keep my sexual fantasies and ever-growing perverted needs to myself. Yet, there is somethingabout this brooding male that radiates acceptance, setting me at ease even in the most stressing of times.
Courage washes over me.
It’s time that I finally face my deepest desires, no matter the consequences. I will be leaving soon anyway; any damage that might follow my impulsive decision will remain hidden away forever in this foreboding mansion.
My gaze lifts, meeting his glare.
“I want you to use me.”
He jerks back, as if stung, the hand cuffing my neck retracting to his side. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” A look of deep torment sweeps over his rugged features, fists clenching at his sides, as if battling internally with himself.
“Please.” I fly to him, fingers latching onto his shirt, desperation urging me on. “I need to feel alive.”
“Elena—”
