Chapter 13
Iam out of mind with delirious pleasure. I push aside the fact I’m a brazen slut as I accept what he’s giving me with no thought other than I want more. I want to see where this is taking us, and I am using this arrogant man to show me how amazing sex can be.
To date, I haven’t found it amazing at all and any attempts ended with my current boyfriend pounding into me while I plan what I’m wearing the next day. Not this. Not allowing my body full charge of a situation that my mind definitely disapproves of.
When I knocked on his door, I wasn’t kidding that I heard a noise. This house is spooky as fuck, and the heavy tread of footsteps above my head amplified in my mind. I know something is up there. I’m not mad, but I’m kind of hoping that it’s one of the men going through rigorous security checks.
However, when I saw the naked man standing in the doorway, I swear my entire body reacted. I have never seen a body like his in my life. Muscles danced on muscles and strained against more tattoos than I ever seen. His chest hair was more than expected, and I longed to press my lips against it. His cock danced before my eyes and caused me to shut them immediately, because how the fuck would that work? There is no way in hell that would fit and I know because my vibrator is more than enough for me and it’s a third of the size of that. My eyes water just thinking about it and now that he’s pressed behind my naked body, I can think of nothing else.
I want to know what it would be like with a man like him, and I made my decision almost immediately. This will be my one chance in discovering something unique and then tomorrow he will leave and I will never have to see him again. It’s one night only and I am more than up for the challenge and so I keep my protestations to myself and look forward to enjoying the ride.
He presses light kisses against my mouth and the scuff of his stubble grazes a trail across my delicate skin.
I am drenched in desire for this man and I couldn’t say no if I tried.
His strong hands are caressing parts of me I never knew could react in this way and I moan unashamedly as he spins me around and captures my lips in a bruising, deep, soul shattering kiss.
Like the one in the attic, it’s intense and I waste no time in kissing him back with a fierceness that is unusual for me.
I want him so much, well, his body anyway, and so I press against him with a soft groan as he bites my bottom lip with his teeth.
His legs kick mine apart and his enormous cock presses against my sodden pussy and he growls, “Birth control?”
“Yes.”
I gasp as he moves lower and as he reaches my inner thighs, he pushes them apart and swipes his tongue around my clit.
“Fuck.” I gasp as he plunges his wicked tongue inside me and I grasp the sheets as I writhe against his invasion.
His low growl of appreciation lifts my heart and the sensations he is driving deep inside me cause me to gasp, “Fuck! Oh fuck!”
His low chuckle is immaterial because right now I couldn’t give a damn what he thinks of me. I am so lost in the moment I could die happy right now and as I relish every suck, every small bite and every sensation cascading through my body, I almost don’t register the huge crash that comes from above.
“Fuck!” He pulls back with a hiss and my eyes shoot open as I hear something dragging across the floorboards upstairs.
Valentin jumps from the bed and says harshly, “Stay there.”
“What?” I sit up, my eyes wide as he wraps the disastrous robe around him and I briefly register how comical he looks as it fails to cover part of his body.
Then my eyes widen even further when he grasps a gun from his jacket and says harshly, “Lock the door behind me.”
“No, Valentin, don’t go up there.” I am so frightened because bullets won’t work on ghosts. At least I don’t think they do.
“I said lock the door, Polly.”
He moves fast and as he leaves the room, I jump to attention and yet as my hand closes around the lock, something inside me snaps. The fuck will I cower in here. This is now my house and I will not be made to wait when there could be another dimension opening up in my attic and ghosts and demons spilling from the underworld.
I am naked and not about to provide a floorshow for any avenging demons, so I grasp the sheet from the bed and wrap it around me like a toga. If there is a spirit other than vodka lurking in this house, I am determined to be more than a match for it.
I catchup with Valentin on the stairs up to the attic, and his low curse should have me turning and running for cover.
“Go back to the room like I told you.”
“No.”
I press into him from behind and the soft stream of Russian expletives makes me say roughly, “This is my home, Valentin, and you don’t get to order me around in it.”
He turns and growls, “No, but I warned you what happens if you anger me, malyshka, so if you are okay with that, stay for the ride. If you want to preserve your fine ass, do as you’re told.”
I should run. I should not look back and I should lock that door and not open it until they all leave, but should isn’t a word I’m listening to right now and I hiss, “Just get rid of whatever’s up there. I’ve got your back.”
Once again his angry words roll past me but he carries on up the stairs toward the heavy oak door that is now firmly closed.
“I thought it was left open.”
I whisper into his back and he growls, “It was.”
“Perhaps your men closed it?”
“Shut the fuck up, Polly.”
His irritated growl annoys me even further and I hiss, “Don’t be such a fucking arsehole. I’m just saying.”
His huff of frustration does nothing to deter me and as he turns the handle, I swear my breath freezes in mid air.
As the door opens, an icy blast chills my blood as a waft of air passes me and it’s as if every nerve inside me stands to attention and terrifies me.
I shiver and yet Valentin doesn’t obviously feel the cold and pushes in, his gun raised as he reaches for the light switch. As the bulb springs into life, I peer past him at the cobwebs and shadows, my heart thumping so hard I may not make it out of here alive.
He advances with me closely behind him and then he growls, “Fuck!”
“What?” My voice shakes as he says irritably, “I trod on something and it fucking hurts.”
I glance down and baulk at the dust our footprints have left behind and something catches the light and twinkles up at me. I drop down and lift it up and note a small iron key nestling in my fingers.
“It’s a key.” I straighten up and Valentin lowers his gun as we stare at the key in my hand.
Then he turns his attention back to the surroundings and says in a whisper, “I expect this caused the crash.”
We stare at a trunk that has fallen to the floor and I wonder if the key belongs to the lock in the front of it.
“Open it.” I say with excitement, my earlier fear evaporating against curiosity, and I watch as he opens the lid.
I cough as it opens and the dust contaminates the air and as we peer inside, I notice several old photograph albums inside.
I crouch down and lift one from its resting place and notice several old sepia photographs inside.
“Wow!” I gasp as I sense the history contained in this trunk, and Valentin says with a growl. “This is your noise. We must have disturbed it earlier, and it fell.”
“But I heard footsteps.”
I raise my eyes to his and he shrugs. “Rats, probably.”
I glance around in fear and he says with exasperation, “We’ll check this out in the morning. I’ve had enough disturbances for one night.”
He waves his gun at me and I swear the blood drains from my face as he says darkly, “Now move. Back to that poor excuse for a bedroom and into my bed. We have unfinished business.”
His eyes gleam in the darkened light and I swear every part of me reacts, but the interruption has also brought me to my senses and I jump to my feet and say airily, “It’s fine. I’m not in the mood now. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“I didn’t say it was your decision.”
His voice is sharp and loaded with menace, and I tremble under the ferocious tension that now surrounds us.
“I don’t understand.”
My voice shakes and he says darkly, “You disobeyed me, Polly. You will now receive your punishment as a result of that and it would be wise to come quietly because the way I’m feeling now, I’m liable to lock you in here for the night with the rats for company. It’s your choice.”
I say nothing and turn and run for the door as if my life depends on it and it probably does because anything would be better than spending the night in this hell hole and whatever Valentin’s punishment is, it will be nothing compared to that.