Page 6 of Surrender

If this is my only shot, I have to take it.

I wait for her to scold me for “pretending” she’s mine or snip at me that she didn’t need me to save her and she was perfectly capable of handling herself, but when she looks up at me, despite the wry look on her face, she merely says, “Thank you.”

I like her.

Offering my hand, I tell her, “Why don’t we go somewhere less busy?”

She eyes my hand with distrust, but the only thing she enjoys less than trusting me seems to be this party, so she takes my hand and lets me pull her off the couch.

Deliberately, I pull her a little too hard so she falls into me.

She gasps, her small hands pressing against my firm chest. Her gaze flickers to mine, full of uncertainty.

It takes all the willpower I possess to remember we’re in a room full of witnesses, and I can’t lock my arms around her and keep her captive against me.

Yet.

I cannot fucking wait to get her upstairs.

She eyes me with mild admonishment for the stunt, but it only causes my smile to widen.

“What?” I ask innocently.

Once she’s standing on her own two feet, she releases my hand.

Don’t like that.

I have to be touching her, apparently, so I grab her hip and pull her close under the guise of guiding her through the throng of partygoers.

“Where are we going?” she asks, but I don’t answer because I suspect she’ll resist if I tell her upstairs.

Her warm body is so soft pressed against mine. The temptation to press her against a wall and ravage her right here and now is almost too much to resist.

Sophie looks back at me in questioning, and I clear my throat. “Somewhere less peopley,” I say lightly.

She’s torn between wanting to be away from people and not wanting to be alone withme.

She’s polite, though. Doesn’t want me to think she’s suspicious of me just because she is, so she doesn’t speak up about her doubts again until we near the stairs.

“Silvan,” she says, mildly distressed as she looks up at me.

I give her a firm but gentle push toward the staircase. I feel like a predator who’s just caught his prey, and I’ll be damned if I let her get away.

“Where are we going?” she asks again, more anxious this time.

Rather than answer, I stop, turn her to face me, and look down at her. “What are you afraid of?”

She licks her lips, her wide eyes locked on mine. She didn’t expect me to call out her obvious discomfort, and she doesn’t know what to do now that I have.

“I… I think I should go home.”

She tries to take a step back, but I grab her hips and hold her tightly against me.

“Look at me,” I tell her, my voice a warning in her ear.

Her gaze obediently rises to meet mine. I don’t know if it’s that or the fear in her eyes that makes my cock harden, but cognizant that I can’t let her feel what she’s doing to me, I loosen my grip and let her have just a little space.

“You’re not leaving,” I tell her, my voice gentle despite the steel of my convictions. I need to feel her wet heat wrapped around my cock, but obviously, I can’t tell her that’s the reason. “Not yet. You haven’t even seen the coolest room. There’s an elaborate escape room set up just for the party. There are too many people to let them all in, but my friends will get to go through it later. If you want to leave, I should probably show it to you now.”

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