Page 32 of White Rabbit
“No…” I whined.
“But you’re mine. I can do what I want. Can’t I?” He pinched my nipples again, then leaned forward and licked over one hardened peak with the rasp of his flattened tongue, his eyes on me as I writhed. Every muscle in me screamed to let go of the headboard and grab onto him. I didn’t. I wouldn’t fail whatever test this was.
As if to affirm my thought, he stretched forward and closed his hands over mine.
“You’re mine,” he said. “Every bit of you. And you’ll always obey me in this bed, won’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m yours,” I promised.
“Good.” He brought his mouth to my ear, speaking in Ukrainian and sending tremors through me with whatever the rough words were. “Come,” he rasped. “Come all over my cock now while I fill you with my seed and paint all your inner walls with me. Now,Moya kokhána. Come now for your master.”
My body immediate arched as if there had been magic in his words, lightning pulsing through me and my pussy closing like a vise on his thick cock while he continued to saw into me. His rhythm falter then heat, so much heat splashed into me like a baptism of fire to make me new. To make me his.
* * *
I was alone when I woke, wrapped in Valariy’s blankets and his scent. My body ached from round after round of sex last night. More than I’d ever had, even when I was a new plaything to…
No, I wouldn’t go there.
Whining slightly as I moved, and still feeling him between my thighs, I rolled from bed to head for the shower. But when I got into the bathroom, I found a note on the mirror.
Do not shower. I want my scent on you today. I need it.
“Okay, weirdo,” I muttered, though deep down it started tension again in a place that had no business getting arouse. I curled my hand over my lower belly. “Stop it.”
Then I giggled as I looked in the full length mirror on the bathroom wall. Valariy showed all over me with little bruises and bite marks—bigger bruises on my thighs as I’d expected. That man was not gentle when worked up.
I waited for the freakout to come, for the fear. It didn’t. Instead, I stared in shock at my belly that seemed to pooch out. What the hell? This wasn’t aTwilightfast-growing vampire baby thing, but was it from all the cum he’d dumped in me last night? My God. If I wasn’t pregnant from that, I sure as hell would be soon.
Deciding to follow his request, because itwasup to me to decide, I got dressed and wandered downstairs to the library. He’d find me there if he wanted me.
The foyer looked spotless as if nothing had happened there last night. The tiles gleamed and the Christmas tree’s ornamentsglinted in the sun coming through the tall windows. Just as if everything in the word was normal.
As if the dark side I’d witnessed didn’t exist.
Shaking my head, I continued to my intended destination. I’d just gotten to the shelf with my new books, when Nikita strolled through the doorway.
Great. I so didn’t want to deal with her today. I didn’t want to be around her at all, particularly alone.
Her face twisted as if she smelled something bad, and maybe shediddetect something she didn’t like. I really didn’t care.
“Val wants me to show you the gym,” she announced. “Like I don’t have better things to do than babysit hiskurva.”
I didn’t know whatkurvawas, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t good.
I turned away from the shelf where I was looking at the large selection of romantasy books.
“Fine. Show the way,” I said.
“He wants you to be able to get in shape or back in shape or whatever,” she threw over her shoulder. The look on her face when she scanned over me shared her opinion quite loudly. Whatever. At least, I didn’t have constant bitch face like her.
“He seemed just fine with it.Alllast night,” I bit out. Two could play this game because…fuck her.
Honestly, the woman would be gorgeous if she wasn’t so…hateful. Sniffing in annoyance, she flounced away. I followedher to a door in the west wing, the part of the mansion I never entered. Opening it, she pointed at the small landing then the stairs leading down to a lower level and I hesitated, staring at it.
It was well-lit and as well-appointed as the rest of the house. Not at all dungeon-like. So why did I feel as if she was about to lock me in a cellar.
“Follow the steps down, go left. The door at the end.”
