Page 93 of Storm of Ink and Blood

That left Zarya and Rabin trapped inside the house for hours with nothing to do as she paced the living room with every curtain drawn. Rabin watched her with that intense gaze that always did its best to unsettle her.

She’d made him sleep in Aarav’s old room last night. Though he didn’t remark on it, she could tell he wasn’t happy about his banishment.

Row had continued tossing him dirty looks and then giving her quizzical looks that suggested she was making a huge mistake.

And maybe Row was right. His conviction that Rabin was bad news shook the trust he’d been building. Once they’d emerged from the spell of his enchanted garden and that magical house, she was thinking more clearly. Yes, she’d given herself physically to Rabin, but she still couldn’t be one hundred percent sure she could trust him. Or that she forgave him at all.

“I’m bored,” Zarya said, stopping at the end of the room and pacing to the other side. “I wish we could go out.” She’d been dreaming of Rupi’s gulab jamuns since leaving Dharati and could practically taste the sticky syrup coating her tongue.

She wrinkled her nose as she peered through a crack in the curtains before she spun around and dropped onto the divan. She hated sitting around doing nothing.

Rabin lounged in a chair in the corner. He was wearing a kurta with his sleeves rolled up, displaying the length of his impressive forearms. Mesmerized, she watched the tendons flex in a way that was bordering on erotic. Gods, what was wrong with her?

He leaned forward and clasped his hands with his elbows on his knees.

“I have some ideas of how we could pass the time.”

He arched an eyebrow, his gaze traveling over her and his meaning clear. Without waiting for an answer, he stood and strode across the room, falling to a knee and bracing his hands on the divan on either side of her hips.

“Stop it,” she said, picking up a pillow and covering herself, though there wasn’t much force in it. As much as she was trying to keep a clear head, it was impossible to deny what her heart and her body wanted.

“Fine,” he said, standing up and turning around when she called out.

“Wait.” He stopped and peered over a broad shoulder. “What… did you have in mind?”

She winced as the words left her mouth and clung tighter to the pillow like it might shield her from the consequences of her questionable decisions.

A smug smile tugged on the corner of his mouth as he spun around and resumed his position with one knee on the floor. He pulled gently on the pillow’s corner, and after a moment of hesitation, she released it before he tossed it to the side.

He placed his large hands on her hips before sliding them up, his thumbs sweeping over her center and his fingers climbing under her shirt, caressing the bare skin of her stomach, before they curled over her waistband and gave it a gentle tug.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he wedged his big body between her legs, pressing his hard stomach against her already pulsing center. His hands traveled down over her hips and thighs, his thumbs digging into the tendons where they met.

“I can’t stop thinking about this pussy,” he said as his thumbs drifted inward, massaging her just beyond the spot where she craved his touch. “And how much I want to have it bouncing on my cock again.”

Zarya knew she should stop this. Right? But she’d already given herself over to him, so what was one more time?

“Would that help pass the time, Spitfire?”

“It might,” she whispered as he hooked his fingers into the waist of her underwear and her leggings more firmly and then yanked. She lifted her hips to allow him to drag the fabric down her legs before tossing it to the side.

“On your knees,” he ordered. “Turn around.”

She blinked and then did as he asked, turning over to brace her hands on the back of the divan. She looked over her shoulder as he stood behind her and smoothed a hand over her ass. A moment later, his thumb swept through her wet core, pulling a moan from the center of her chest.

She watched him drop down before he replaced his finger with his mouth while he tasted her from behind. With one hand wrapped around her leg, he used the other to circle her clit as his tongue drove into her, causing her arms and legs to tremble while she whimpered.

She felt his growl vibrate through her pussy as he feasted like a dying man. Like he hadn’t already done this over and over just two nights ago. A moment later, he pulled away and stood, undoing the laces of his pants. She watched as he shoved them down and took himself in his hand, stroking his thick erection. She couldn’t take her eyes off it as she licked her lips.

“You love this cock, don’t you, pretty girl?” he asked. “You can be as angry as you want, but you’re dying for me to stretch you open.”

Taking in his smug expression, she scowled.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone,” he taunted as he grabbed her hips and then thrust into her without warning. “It can be our little secret.” She gasped, her back arching as he hit every sensitive spot. A riot of tingling sensations filtered to her toes and fingers as he stroked in and out, driving into her with abandon.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re so tight and perfect.”

She didn’t want to admit how perfect he felt, too. She’d now been with enough men to know that while sex could be pleasurable, nothing else had ever felt like this.