Chapter Six
Breanna gazed down into the ballroom from the top of the staircase. Like a scene from some wicked fairytale or the pages of a Gothic novel, couples whirled around the dance floor, ethereal beneath a candlelit chandelier. Gathering the skirts of her gown, she descended.
He stepped out from the shadows with that almost imperceptible smirk on his face. His presence commanding in an elegant black suit, Sinjin stood waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Extending a gloved hand, his deep voice amber honey, he spoke, “Breanna.”
She took it, the name euphonious to her coming from his mouth.
Appraising her with an unwavering stare, his eyes flashed feral. Sinjin picked up a glass and held it to her lips. “Drink.”
Its contents bitter, Breanna only managed a few sips. Choking, leather-encased fingers trailed down her throat to slip inside the low-cut bodice of her gown. He rubbed her nipple. A delicious sensation pooled low in her belly, and she whimpered.
“Very nice,” Sinjin crooned, pinching the sensitive flesh.
Holy hell.
A cat-like sound came from somewhere deep inside her.
“That’s better.”
His arm encircling her waist, Sinjin escorted her to the center of the floor. He led her in the dance, diaphanous silk swirling at her feet, faster and faster. The air was cold and dank but embraced in his arms, whiskey eyes locked on hers, tiny beads of sweat erupted on her skin. As the room revolved around her, faces blurred. Abruptly, he stopped, and the blood drained from her head to her limbs, making them heavy.
Sinjin thrust his hands inside her gown, squeezing her breasts. “You’re gonna give me this pretty, little cunt to ruin, aren’t you, princess?”
Yes.
Do it.
Do it.
Please. Do it.
Fingers clutching the edge of her bodice, Sinjin tore the gown from her body, and naked, pushed her down to the floor. He penetrated her pussy, filling it. His thrusts were merciless. Her weighted limbs wide open.
“What a good girl you are already.”
The room kept spinning around her. And though the band played on, the featureless couples stopped their whirling to watch them. As they stood, trance-like, witnessing the hedonistic display, one by one, their heads detached from their bodies. Severed by an invisible blade, ribbons of crimson spewing from their necks, they rolled across the floor.
Unaffected by the macabre scene unfolding around them, thrusting in time to the frenzied melody, Sinjin continued his fucking. “Better get used to it.”
She writhed with him in the bloody mess, her whole body seizing. A dark figure, whose face she couldn’t see, emerged from the recesses of the hall.
She screamed, but it made no sound.
“Wake up now, princess.”
Cold.
Wet.
Breanna blinked her eyes open to Sinjin sponging her face with a washcloth. A sheet draped over them, he held her on his lap, worry evident in the lines of his forehead. She glanced around the dimly lit cabin. Flames danced in the hearth, casting shadows on the walls, but no menacing figure appeared. No music played. The only sounds were the crackling of wood, the howling of the wind, and the rapid beat of her heart.
A nightmare then.
But it hadn’t started that way. It was strange, yes, as dreams often are, but still oddly exhilarating. Parts of it had felt so real. Too real.
“That’s not how you get pneumonia, huh?” Sinjin teased, repeating her words from last night.
“Shut up. I don’t have pneumonia.” Breanna brought her fingers to her temples. Her head hurt and her body ached. “But I feel like shit.”
“You’ll feel better after a nice, warm bath. Water should be good and hot by now.” He scooted her off his lap and got up from the bed. “I’ll get it ready. Then we’ll get some food in your stomach.”
“Yeah, okay,” she said. Missing the warmth of his body, Breanna pulled the covers up to her chin. “Thanks.”
He wasn’t naked anymore, and eyeing the rack by the fireplace with their clothing, she wondered how that was. Sinjin wore a pair of long johns that left little to the imagination. Not that Breanna needed to use it, considering she’d already gotten an eyeful and then some. She watched him put a pot on the stove.
“What’s for breakfast?” she sniggered, knowing full well that oatmeal was all they had.
“You slept through it.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “You’ve been out of it most of the day, in fact.”
“Damn.” She rubbed at her forehead. “I was having the craziest dreams.”
“Oh, yeah?” Sinjin turned around. Leaning back against the counter, he folded his arms over his chest. “What about?”
“Ballgowns. Blood.” Fucking. Heat infusing her cheeks, Breanna cleared her throat. “You were there.”
“Fever dreams,” he responded, his mouth quirking up on one side.
You have no idea.
“I’ll just go and run that bath.”
With the comforting sounds of crackling wood and running water harmonizing with the wailing wind, Breanna curled into the thick, soft comforter. She turned her head on the pillow to see the snow blowing past the window. Minutes passed, her vision blurring at the stark white bleakness, until his tall, muscular form appeared, and she blinked.
He scooped her up from the fluffy nest of down. “C’mon, princess.”
Although she was perfectly capable of walking, Sinjin carried her into the bathroom. Steam rose from the tub. He set her on her feet but didn’t leave.
She glared at him. “If you don’t mind, I have to pee.”
“Not stopping you.” Presenting her with his backside, he pushed the long underwear down his legs.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What’s it look like?” Sinjin turned around, naked as the day he was born, and, of course, her eyes went right there. He smirked. “I’m getting in with you. That tank only holds so many gallons of water. We have to share.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Breanna muttered under her breath, relieving herself as he settled back in the tub.
He chuckled. “Potty mouth.”
“Shut up.” She held onto his hand and got in, making room between his thighs. “I think you like it.”
“Yeah.” Strong fingers circled her arms. “Maybe I do.”
Despite the distraction of having a two-hundred-pound man in the bath with her, or perhaps because of it, the water felt heavenly. Sinjin pulled her back to his chest, and with her head upon his shoulder, heat seeped into her body. Closing her eyes, Breanna released a sigh.
She felt his cock grow thick and hard beneath her. Snug up against her flesh. Impossible to ignore. Lifting her bottom in a futile attempt to put a modicum of space between them, Sinjin’s fingers skimmed down her arms to trail back up her middle. Thumbs caressed her nipples and a zapping jolt of awareness coursed through her body.
Eyes flashing open, Breanna gasped. “I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”
His movement stopped.
She could feel him smirking behind her. “You were touching me.”
Warm breath fanned her neck, his lips ghosting over her sensitive skin as he resumed thrumming her nipples. “And you liked it.” Teeth pressing into her flesh, Sinjin pinched them hard.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
“You still do.”
He was wrong.
Breanna didn’t like the way he was touching her.
She loved it.
His hands on her. The feeling of his rock-hard cock pressed against the split of her ass. His lips on her skin.
Hell, she hadn’t been fucked since that party on Venice Beach last summer—and that was only because Kayleigh wasn’t there to stop her. She wasn’t here to stop her now, either. Breanna was stranded here, in this remote mountain cabin, with a beautiful, sinful stranger. She might as well enjoy it, right?
It’s not like she’d ever see him again once they got out of here, anyway. No one would ever know. She could let herself go. Take her pleasure. Be brazen and bold and…
Sweet fuck.
Fingers parting the lips of her pussy, he rubbed circles on her clit. “Hook your legs over the tub.”
She complied. Opening herself up to him, Breanna reached behind her to grasp his broad shoulders.
Sinjin sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Teeth nipping, he kissed her while two fingers pushed their way inside. This man was no fumbling college boy. He knew what he was doing. Stroking her walls, he massaged her clit.
“God, what are you doing to me?”
“Mmm, warming up this sweet cunt.”
His cock pulsed like a heart beneath her. Thick and heavy and slow. With the tips of her breasts rising out of the steaming water, Breanna pressed down on top of him.
He penetrated her, over and over again, fucking her with his fingers.
Feels so good.
She lifted her hips for more.
“Want my dick, don’t you, princess?”
He stopped.
Eyes burning black with desire bored into hers. Grasping her nape, Sinjin pulled on her hair and sealed her lips with his, tongue fucking her mouth like his fingers had her pussy.
“Answer me.” He growled, pinching her nipple.
“Fuck,” Breanna cried out, her nails sinking into his thigh.
I do.
I do.
I do.
“Yes, I do.”
She brought his mouth back to hers.
“I want you.”