Page 143 of Shifting Hearts 1
“What do you want me to do?”
His voice holds a slight tremble, and he must feel it too. Suddenly, it becomes more important to have him feel something for me than to punish all mankind for what they almost stole from me and continue to steal from other defenseless little girls like Alexi.
I must fake this convincingly.
I look into his eyes and see a slight glint of anticipation there. “I assume you know what to do to make a woman feel good?”
He pushes the coffee table away, and some food containers topple over. He barely flinches as he kneels before me and puts his hands on my naked thighs.
“No, my little viper, I know how to make a woman come so hard that she drowns my cock in her lust and begs me to do it again and again. And again. Is that what you want?”
I can simply nod, not willing to break my hold on him this time. I need him to deliver on his promises. I will him to lift the T-shirt off my body and toss it to the side.
Next, his hands move to the button of my shorts, and I stand so he can shimmy the piece of fabric down my trembling legs. All that is left is my prudish cotton panties, and I gasp as his cool fingers burn the textured skin on my hip.
I grab his hand to still the motion and take a deep breath before I focus on his confused stare.
“If we are going to do this, you must not allow yourself to show any disgust. You might not like what you find under this, but I don’t want this to be tainted by rejection. Do you understand?
His smile grows wider, and I am too afraid of what will pass his lips when I remove my hands from him.
“Or I might find exactly what I’m looking for.”
He pauses for a few seconds before he looks at the ungodly mark that has stained me since childhood. I can only assume this was the reason my parents dropped me off at that orphanage in the first place, and this man kneeling before me will be one of the few people who have ever seen this.
I close my eyes as his fingertips carefully swipe over the rough patch of skin, and my body wants to convulse under his touch. But I steel myself for what is to come. Because, althoughI have some control over his mind right now, his emotions can still alter the effect I have on him.
With reverence, his eyes beg me before his lips touch my birthmark with incredible tenderness. The animosity contained in my cells melts away when I feel his tongue reach out to lick the somewhat scaly piece of me.
“Fuck yes, where have you been all my life?”
He pulls away to look up at me, and with uncanny honesty, beaming at me, he says, “Searching for you to make you mine.”
I let it go. The words mean nothing while he is under my spell. But somehow, they find a way into the inner chamber of my heart where I keep my desires and wishes for the future that can never be.
His tongue keeps caressing my hip until every single piece of my defect has been marked by him. Then he abruptly stands, takes my hand, and leads me to the expansive wall of windows that look out over the city below. He turns me to face the view and stands behind me with his hands on my hips. It is challenging to remain in control when I feel his hands on my body, but I try to keep it together.
“Do you see all this?” he whispers in my ear.
Nodding, my mouth too dry to even think about answering.
“I can give you all this if you give yourself to me. You might not understand it right now, but this thing between us is so much stronger if you want me as much as I want you.”
My heart contracts. He doesn’t really want me. He thinks I am an easy target. And what else can you expect from an alleged stripper who you met with her tits on display?
But I want this and him so badly, and my body is humming in anticipation, like it has been waiting for him all this time before my being decided to come alive.
His hands roam over my skin, and I become aware of the same sensation that I experienced when he touched me before.The rush skitters over my skin, and in my reflection, I see the change happen before my eyes. I look over my shoulder to see an iridescent gleam in the moonlight that is streaming in through the window.
In awe, I reach out to touch my shoulder, feeling the texture that I have become very familiar with over the years.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I am releasing your potential,mi vibora. Together, we can become stronger than you can ever imagine. All you have to do is give yourself to me. And I will give you anything your heart desires.”
Unfortunately, I can’t keep the mocking tone from my voice. “And what if you don’t want me anymore?”
He sighs loudly and I feel his breath blow out against my skin, “Why concern ourselves with the future when I can give you real power right now?”
