14. Colton
Chapter 14
Colton
T he fire crackles beside us, sending a warm glow over Mary’s face. She’s close, closer than she’s been in a while. The cold has a way of doing that, driving people together, seeking warmth. I wrap an arm around her under the blanket, feeling her tense briefly before she relaxes into my side. It’s a small victory; one I’ll take after the pushing and pulling between us.
I can’t help but watch her. The way the firelight dances in her eyes, the way her lips part slightly as she stares into the flames. She’s a puzzle I can’t figure out, and it’s driving me crazy. My gaze lingers on her, and I let my hand brush against hers under the blanket. A small touch. She doesn’t pull away.
Progress.
The sound of footsteps outside the cabin shatters the moment. I tense, my arm tightening around Mary as I sit up straight. Her eyes widen, questioning. I signal for her to stay quiet, my senses on high alert. There are multiple men’s voices drawing nearer, and judging by the tone of them, they’re not here for a friendly visit.
I quickly pull Mary to her feet, my mind racing. There’s only one option for hiding—the trapdoor leading to the basement. I grasp her hand tightly, leading her towards it. The tension between us shifts, morphing from sexual to urgent. We need to move fast, and we need to be silent.
Lifting the trapdoor just enough to slip through, I guide Mary down the ladder into the dark, cold space. The only light comes from the thin cracks above, casting eerie shadows. It’s freezing down here, but it’s our best chance to avoid detection. I pull the door shut behind us, enclosing us in darkness. No one knows about the basement because it’s mine. I created the trapdoor; I dragged the shitty mattress down there for when I needed to escape. There’s no way my father or his men should know about this.
The space is cramped, forcing us closer together. I can feel Mary’s breath on my neck, her heart pounding against my chest. My arms wrap around her, partly to keep her warm, but mostly because I can’t stand not touching her. It’s a primal need, one that’s only getting stronger the more time we spend together.
The silence is deafening. We’re both hyper-aware of each other, every tiny movement amplified in the dark. Mary’s heart continues to race, and I know it’s not just from fear. There’s something else there, something she’s trying to suppress. I can feel it, and it’s intoxicating.
The men linger above, their footsteps echoing through the cabin. Mary’s pulse quickens, her breathing becomes shallow. I stay calm, my hand resting on her thigh, reminding her that I’m in control. That she’s mine to protect. Mine to possess. Nothing will happen to her while she’s with me.
“They were here,” the voice from above grunts. “The fire is still warm. Spread out—they can’t be far.”
Mary and I lock eyes as the footsteps in the cabin fade, the tension between us shifts again. It’s darker, more primal. My hand lingers on her thigh, my breath hot against her ear. I can feel her resistance crumbling, her body responding to mine despite her best efforts.
She wants me.
“No one else can have you, Mary,” I murmur, my lips brushing her neck. “Just me.”
She shivers, but it’s not from the cold this time. I can see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between desire and resistance. But she’s losing the fight, and I’m more than happy to take advantage.
I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine. She tastes like I thought she would—of desperation and addiction. The kiss is heated, filled with the pent-up tension that’s been building between us. She gives in, her body melting into mine as she kisses me back. The walls she’s tried so hard to maintain are finally beginning to crumble.
The kiss deepens, my hands roaming over her body. Her response is intoxicating, driving me further, pushing me to take more. I whisper against her skin, reminding her that she’s mine. That no one else can have her. It’s dark, possessive, but it’s what I feel. It’s who I am.
My hands grip her body so hard, she whimpers into my mouth, feeding my craving of owning her. I want to eat her whimpers, her moans, her pleas. I love how she kisses me. She wants this. She wants me.
But just as we’re on the brink of losing ourselves completely, the sound of footsteps returns. The men are back, still searching. I pull back, my expression dark.
Bastards. Fucking interrupting us.
I readjust myself, but the tension remains. Mary looks confused, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. She’s just a maid, she’s not meant to be fraternizing with me. I’m forbidden to her, maybe that’s why she looks so unsure. But now, things are complicated. She can’t deny the pull between us any more than I can.
“You can’t leave me, Mary,” I say, my voice low and firm. “Not now. Not after this.”
She looks at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. She knows I’m right. She knows that she’s in too deep to walk away now. And I know that I won’t let her.
As the sounds of the men fade away, we’re left alone in the basement, the tension between us palpable. It’s a mix of danger, desire, and something more. Something darker. Something that neither of us can deny any longer.
The adrenaline from the close call only amplifies the intensity of what we’re feeling. She stares at me, her chest rising and falling as she waits for me to do something. Part of me wants to fuck her so hard, she screams the cabin down, alerting everyone to our hiding place, but another...another part of me wants to torture her, to make her beg and scream until I finally shove myself into her tight, sweet cunt.
“What?” I finally say, cocking my head.
Her eyes drop to my dick—subconsciously, I think—because she looks horrified when she realizes what she’s doing. She swallows hard, her eyes snapping back up to meet mine. “I...I don’t know what you want from me,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.
I chuckle, low and dark. “I want everything, Mary. I want you to admit that you feel this too. That you can’t resist this any more than I can.”
She bites her lip, looking away.
I grip her chin, forcing her to look back at me. “Don’t hide from me, Mary.”
Her eyes search mine, and I can see the conflict raging within her. She’s torn between her desire and something else, something I make it my mission to find out.
“Tell me you want this, Mary,” I demand, my voice harsh. “Tell me you want me.”
She hesitates, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But then, she nods. It’s a small nod, barely perceptible, but it’s there. And it’s all I need.
I slam my lips onto hers again, my hands gripping her body tightly. She moans into my mouth, her body arching into mine. I can feel her need, her desire.
My hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every inch. She’s mine. All mine. I growl against her lips, the thought of anyone else touching her driving me crazy.
I trail my lips down her neck, my hands sliding under her shirt. She shivers as my fingers brush against her skin, her breath hitching in her throat. I can feel her heart pounding, her body responding to my touch. She wants this. She wants me.
I push her shirt up, my lips finding her collarbone, her shoulder, her breasts. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sound drives me wild, and I grip her harder, my body pressing against hers. I can feel her heat, her desire. It’s intoxicating. I bite her lip, and she cries out, but her body responds almost violently. Her hips thrust against me as she demands I take her.
But as much as I want her, she’s going to have to fucking beg for my dick. Even if I’m about to shoot my fucking load right here, right now, she will beg for it.
She claws my back as she tries to remove my T-shirt, more whimpers of need leaving those luscious lips.
“Tell me what you want,” I rasp, my fingers pinching her nipple, hard enough to make her yelp. Blood rushes to my dick, and I gaze at her: wild, untamed, beautiful. I reach up to grab her short hair, yanking it back so she gasps.
“You...” she whispers, her tongue slipping over her bottom lip as her eyes roll. “I want you.”