Page 21 of Buried Souls
Yanking my arm out of his hold, I turn around, searching for the foreboding shape that ambushed me mere moments ago.
The trees lie before me, their branches intertwining while shadows swirl around them, not a hint of the dark form anywhere in sight.
“Where did it go?” I mumble, spinning around in a circle as my gaze darts through the forest.
Arching a thick brow, Hunter follows my line of sight, a baffled look on his face. “Alright, I think you’ve been out long enough. Let’s get you back to the house.”
“There was something there—”
Frowning, he pulls me by the elbow, dragging me after him as he marches towards the mansion. “There wasnothingthere. Just your wild imagination and the need for some excitement in your very boring life.”
Barging through the front door, it closes with a resounding thud as Hunter kicks it shut behind us.
“What happened to you?” Rein’s wide steps take him to where I’m standing in my newly torn clothes, inspecting me from head to toe with a wide open mouth and a clear look of annoyance. “You seem to have a talent for ruining your clothes. Not to mention how you brought dirt into the house.Yet again.” All three of us glance down at my muddy feet. “Might want to get cleaned up before Nikolas gets back.”
Hunter hisses at my side, cursing under his breath. “Shit.” Rubbing his face, he runs his fingers through his hair before glancing through the window. “The guest bathroom is on the top floor, last door at the end of the hall. I’ll get you something to put on. Go now, hurry.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I fly up the stairs, excitement brimming in my veins.
Finally.
I long for a hot bath, for the soothing effect of water on my skin.
After a few wrong turns, I find the said bathroom. Opening the door with careful movements so as to not barge into the wrong space and have that domineering man punish me for my mistake, I carefully step inside—and freeze, my breath catching in my lungs.
Even in the dim light, the bathroom is exquisite, with gray marble tiles sprinkled with intricate gold lines, while the walls are painted in a stunning canvas of feasting bears and ripe autumn fruits of apples and pears. A glass shower cubicle larger than my closet at home is planted in the middle of the room, the matching brass shower head and faucet glimmering in their full glory.
“Unbelievable,” I breathe, approaching the beautiful piece of art. My fingers graze the largest bear’s features, memorizing the delicate strokes of the brush.
A knock interrupts my marveling.
“I’ve brought you a clean towel and an old nightgown no one uses anymore,” Hunter’s voice rumbles behind the wood. “I’ll leave them in front of the door. Don’t take too long. Niko will be returning shortly.”
Nodding to myself while questioning the heightened and more than obvious fear that the two brothers have of their eldest sibling, I finally get to work. My ruined garments and underwear find their place on the floor before I step into the massive shower, the hot water spraying my skin and cleansing the dirt and panic from my system.
I close my eyes, relishing in the sweet sensations flowing through me as I take my time.
A hand grabs my waist, pulling me back. “Has the historian been a bad girl?”
I gasp, shivers erupting all over my skin while my heart thunders wildly in my chest. I feint disinterest and attempt to push away but Niko pulls me back, firmly planting me against his hard body.
“Yes,” the deep timber of pure man vibrates against my ear, ignoring my flimsy demand. “You’ve been averybad girl.” Strong arms engulf me as his left hand cups my right breast, massaging it firmly, and I stifle a moan. “You need to be punished for wandering around at night.” His other hand slides over my stomach, reaching the aching place between my thighs. “You will learn to be obedient, little lamb.” And without warning, his middle finger drives into me.
I groan, my head falling back onto Niko’s chest as he slowly begins to play.
“I don’t appreciate having to repeat myself.” He adds a second thick digit, stretching me and making me whimper with need. “You need to be a good girl for me, and fuckingbehave.”
A third finger thrusts inside my soaked pussy, filling me up to the point of bursting, and I moan, grabbing his forearm with both my hands.
“You’re testing my patience, little lamb—don’t.” The hissed warning is laced with an air of danger, as if hiding a silent threat that my mind refuses to acknowledge.
My nails dig into his muscles while he curls and scissors his fingers, mercilessly pumping away. His other hand tightens, playing with my flesh, pinching and rolling my nipple until a sharp little peak forms.
His languid mouth meets the side of my neck, right underneath my jaw, warming my blood as he licks a trail over my throat. Moisture pours out of me, dripping down his fingers and knuckles, coating them in my arousal.
“Already so goddamn wet,” he whispers in my ear mockingly, driving his fingers deep. “Is that all for me? Does little MissProper like being punished by the Big Bad Bear?”
“No,” I rasp, impaling myself on his hand, desperate for some friction. “And you don’t scare me.”
