Page 131 of Thorns of Death
At least let me know you’re okay.
There were ten more just like it. The last one felt like a sword’s edge in my soul.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but please trust me. I did it for you too. Yes, selfishly, I didn’t want to lose you, but I also didn’t want you haunted by the past. Like Maxim was. Like I am.
It was a message that said too much and not enough. My brother had kept these secrets to protect me, but in the process, he’d hurt me even more.
I typed a quick message.
I love you. I’m safe. You’ll always be my brother. Give me time to come to terms.
It was all I had right now.
The door to the bedroom opened and my husband strode in all businesslike before stopping abruptly. His expression flickered with something dark and thrilling, his gaze lazily traveling down my body and back up, meeting my eyes.
“What’s the occasion,dolcezza?” The rasp of his voice and the look in his eyes sent shudders down my spine.
“Presenting my ass…?” I breathed, my heart hammering against my chest. I had to be crazy. I had yet to meet a woman who loved having her ass fucked. Athena even refused to write about it in her smutty novels, since she had no personal experience with it. “But if I don’t like it, we end ass play right away,” I added.
A woman needed an escape plan.
He shut the door behind him and prowled across the room, his steps closing the distance.
“It’s a deal.” Reaching out, he stroked my jaw with his knuckles. “Where did you get such an outfit,moglie?”
I smiled smugly.
“I have my ways.” I took his hand and brought it down to the sliver of flesh that my knee-high tights left exposed. “Want to see my panties?”
“I’d rather see you without them,” he grunted, his fingers already trailing up and up until he reached my folds. I had no panties under my ridiculously short skirt.
“Wish granted,” I whispered, my thighs quivering with need.
His other hand came to my hair and he clutched it in his fist, pulling it and tilting my head back. “How did I get so lucky?”
“You blackmailed me,” I reminded him. “Now take off your clothes. If we are doing this, I want to at least admire your naked body.”
He chuckled and took one step back, removing his vest. His shirt. I brought my palm up, my fingers trailing down his sculpted chest. He kicked off his shoes and socks, dropped his pants, and it hit me.He’s undressing like an eager schoolboy. His eagerness made me feel powerful, emboldened.
Once naked, he stroked his thick length and my brain short-circuited.
“Can I taste you for a bit?” I asked.
He took five steps back, watching me like he was about to devour me. Destroy me. Only to put me back together.
“Only if you crawl to me.” My mouth gaped and his dark chuckle filled the room. My breaths came out short, my core clenching with arousal and excitement. “After you take off your skirt and shirt.”
My hands were already obeying before my brain registered what I was doing. What the heck was happening to me?
I was about to kick off my heels when his voice stopped me. “Keep your heels and stockings on, bad girl.”
Holding his gaze, I shimmied out of the skirt, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor. Then I did the same with my shirt. Like the lack of panties, I also was braless. Goose bumps broke over my skin as another breeze swept through the window, cooling my heated skin.
I sank to my knees and slowly, like a cat stalking its prey, I began to crawl. The cold hardwood floor sent shivers through me. This was degrading. Humiliating. And for whatever reason, I had never been more turned on.
I caught the sight of myself in the full-length mirror and paused. In nothing but my knee-high stockings, heels, and pigtails, the scene looked every bit as filthy as I’d hoped it would.
My breathing grew choppy and wetness trickled down my inner thighs as I started crawling again. I had never been so aroused. By the time I reached my husband, arousal dripped down both legs, permeating the air.
