Page 39 of Night So Silent
I freeze. “You spoke to my mom?”
“Yes.” Then he smiles. He actually smiles. “She was very friendly. She also warned me about how you get when you haven’t eaten in a while.”
My eyes narrow and I grit my teeth, letting out a frustrated breath. That just figures. Leave it to my own mother to give my captor pointers on my disposition. I bet he conveniently neglected to tell her it’s not just the snow keeping me here.
“Sergei,” I huff, peering at him suspiciously, “did you do thisjustso I wouldn’t try to leave the house?”
He bites his lip and averts his eyes. “No,” he admits.
“Then why?” I implore.
He takes a step toward the end of the bed. Then another. The mattress sinks down under his knee as he slowly crawls over my legs, casting his broad shadow over my body. My heart beats faster the longer he looks down at me, the warmth from his body teasing my skin.
“Because now you’re mine,” he finally says.
I’m so enraptured by his intense gaze that I almost forget why I initially called his name.
“Wait,” I choke out, suddenly remembering. “There was something outside. There was somethingstandingoutside in the trees!”
Slowly, Sergei looks to the window and then back to me. “There are a lot of things in the woods. They’re probably curious about you.”
That’s it? Monsters in the woods wondering what I’m doing here? What utter bullshit. And from the way Sergei is smirking down at me, apparently, he thinks so, too.Damn Colson for telling me that stupid werewolf story!Why is my best friend married—almost married—to such a troll? He wasn’t even talking about Colorado. Whatever, I’m over it because now I’m so distracted by Sergei and his absolute unit of a chest and a setof abs that looks like they belong to some marble statue in Rome that I don’t even respond.
A flutter ripples through my stomach as he dips down and slides his tongue over mine. The sensation of his hair trailing over my collarbone feels like an electrical current bringing me back to life. Gently, he pushes my chin up, running his lips over my throat.
“MyPrintsessa…”Kiss.“My treasure…”Kiss.“My entire world.”
My stomach flips on itself. How did I even get here?
Did I think I would end up bound to the blonde leviathan’s bed roughly a week after I accused him of trying to steal my suitcase? No.
Do I want to be everything he said just now? Yes. A resounding yes.
And that’s terrifying.
I should be alarmed that I woke up bound to this man’s bed and now he’s making extreme declarations and claims to my personal sovereignty. But my body says otherwise. My arms stuck on either side of my head, I curl against him and I lift my leg, wrapping it around his waist in an effort to pull him closer. The juxtaposition of his bristly exterior hopelessly entangled with his gentle touch makes my muscles ache with need. He still feels mysterious and dangerous, but at the same time, he feels very, very safe.
I just want to be close to him.
My hips pump against him in a silent plea as his hand traverses my torso and palms my breast.
“I wanted to let you sleep,” he murmurs against my lips. “Are you ready to wake up?”
“Yes,” I say on my breath, “please…”
“Good girl.” His voice is like distant thunder that sends my heart racing.
First-born daughter with neurosis who’s perpetually seeking praise and validation. Sounds about right.
Maybe I am slowly losing my mind. Maybe I’m being swallowed up by the solitude of the mountain. But I don’t very much mind it. Sergei might as well be the monolith I pray to, because intervention from a higher power is the only thing that’ll make me leave this house.
He reaches down between us and a moment later, I let out a crackly moan as he slides his cock in deep, stretching me in the best way, like a key fitting into a lock. He was so worried about the size difference, but the razor’s edge between pain and pleasure is everything I could’ve dreamed of. My muscles tense in a full-body shiver working over my limbs. My fingers curl into claws in the air as I try in vain to lower my arms and reach for him. It’s like an itch that only he can scratch.
Sergei runs his hand up my neck, holding my face firmly as he thrusts into me. “Goddamn, Printsessa,” he grinds out. “I’m going to fill you up every day.”
I bite my lip as he hits my cervix over and over. “Come inside me…I’ll be your good girl if you come inside me.”
Well, damn. Do I have a breeding kink now, too? If I do, then it's totally his fault. It’s so exhilarating; free to be filled without the consequences. But just with him, and no one else. The mere thought of it makes my core flutter, the tension building by the second.
