Page 46 of Wicked Beauty

Both of those options should make me feel better than they do.

I only manage to get a few bites of soup into her before I realize that she can’t stay awake. Water was the most important, and so I give in, tucking the blanket back around her before standing up.

I’d planned to leave her here, and go to the guest bedroom to sleep, the way I had that first night. But I find myself hesitating again.

It’s not because I want to sleep next to her,I tell myself.What if she goes into shock again, in the middle of the night? What if she slips the cuffs somehow? I can’t leave her alone.

I’m rationalizing, and I know it. But my feet won’t carry me to the door. I want to get into bed next to her and stay there. Whatever the reasoning, I already know that’s what I’m going to do before I even start stripping off my clothing.

If I wake up needing release, I shouldn’t have to use my hand. Not when she’s right there.But I already know I’m not going to do that, despite all the reasons I should feel justified in it, despite the fact that it wouldn’t be the first time I’d used her to satisfy my need, regardless of her feelings on the matter.

I tell myself, as I slide into bed next to her, my hand on her bare hip as I watch the steady rise and fall of her breath, that I’m not softening towards her. That I don’t believe she’s as innocent as she claims.

But I fall asleep quickly, and without dreams.

Natalia

Ihalf-wake still a little disoriented, with the feeling of my hands bound above my head and someone pressed against me from behind.

It takes me a moment to realize that I’m not hanging in the basement any longer. That I’m in a soft bed, still restrained, but at least comfortable. My arms and shoulders and thighs and calves all ache, but I’m horizontal, and I’m still hovering between sleep and wakefulness, wanting to drift back into the warm, cozy peace of being in a bed again.

The body behind me shifts, moving closer, and I arch towards it without thinking, seeking out that warm, comforting pressure. I can feel something hard against my ass, long and thick, and a pulse of desire sparks through me.

It all feels so good, in the dreamlike state I’m still floating in. The softness of the mattress, the embrace of the blankets, the feeling of a body curled behind me, the pleasure of the arousal seeping through my veins at the sensation of a hard cock pressed against me. I feel my hips moving in my sleep, grinding backwards against it, the clench of my body wanting it inside of me.

A low, male groan comes from behind me, and my pulse leaps. Not enough to wake me entirely, not yet, but enough to make the desire spike. I could even be dreaming—I’m not certain yet. It feels so good, and I want to know what happens next.

There’s a hand on my hip. It slides down, over the flat of my belly, and I want it lower. I feel myself arching towards it, and the movement behind me follows, the two of us moving together in a sleepy rhythm, the hand brushing a little lower.

I want it. I want pleasure, release. Dimly, I remember pain and fear, and I chase it away. This, right now, feels good. A low, sleepy moan slips out as I arch backwards again, my ankle hooking around the leg behind me, giving me leverage as I squirm against the cock pressed against my ass.

The hand moves up, tightening on my hip. “If you keep doing that,” a low male voice growls in my ear, thick with an accent I know well, “I’m going to roll you over and fuck you. I’ve been hard for too long not to use that tight, pretty hole to come in, if you keep teasing me with it.”

I jolt awake, the voice pulling me out of my sleepy haze in an instant and bringing me back to full, blinding reality.

It wasn’t a dream,I realize with a start. Iamin a bed—the bed I’d slept in the first night I was here, with my hands cuffed over my head…as if I could have run last night. I couldn’t even walk.

But I’m not in the crate. I’m not in the basement. I’m warm and dry, and aside from the sore muscles, relatively unharmed.

And Mikhail is behind me.He slept here with me,I realize.He must have.

His hips twitch again, pushing his hard cock into the soft curve of my ass, and I gasp, what I’dthoughtwas a dream coming back to me in a horrifying rush.

I twist in the cuffs, squirming away from him and the warm, insistent press of his body, and he laughs.

“Where are you going,kotenok?” he purrs, and I twist my head, glaring at him.

“I don’t want you up against me like that,” I snap, and he chuckles, that familiar wicked smile spreading over his lips.

“That’s not what I felt a minute ago,” he drawls sarcastically. “You were squirming against me like a cat in heat.” His hand tightens on my hips. “Maybe I should give you what you clearly want after all. I know that tight pussy would feel good around my cock, as wet as it must be right now.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I hiss, and he laughs.

“Not going to try to deny it?” he taunts. “I know how you love to pretend that you don’t want any of this. That the thought of being fucked awake while you’re cuffed to a bed doesn’t turn you on.”

I twist my head away, clenching my teeth and refusing to answer. He’s right, of course. I can feel the slickness between my thighs, my body pulsing with the desire that was roused while I slept, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. I’m not going to argue either, because I want to get out of bed, and I know if I try to tell him that I’m not turned on, he’ll prove otherwise.

Mikhail chuckles, his hand leaving my hip, and it’s all I can do not to sigh in relief as he rolls out of the bed on the other side, even as my body clenches in disappointment.

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