AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He shakes his head. I look behind me, as if to get support from the stiff looking butler, but that guy isgone. He must have dashed away as soon as I knocked on the door. I'maloneout here.
Suddenly, I realize I'm wearing my nightgown.
Fabien seems to realize it, too, because his gaze travels slowly down my body, taking in every inch of me. The hunger in his eyes does something funny to me and I feel my nipples harden against the thin fabric of the gown. My skin reddens and something in me snaps.
I can't help it. I've always blushed more than any other girl I know and it's always been embarrassing for me. And most of the time, that embarrassment turns quickly to anger. I shove the door open and charge into his room.
"You want to keep my phone? Fine. Let's see..."
I pause for a moment, and the fire of my anger almost dies away completely. Fabien's room is soweird. It doesn't even look like it belongs with the rest of the house. Moss gathers on end tables made of carved granite. The room is lit, not by lamps, but by two glowing orbs floating around, detached from everything. One of them gets close to me and it's like I can almost hear it speaking to me, then it drifts away.
A large calico cat curls at the foot of his massive bed. The bed is huge and made of rough hewn wood, with curtains and everything. It's like something from a fairy tale.
My gaze combs over the room, searching the shelves, which look like mushrooms growing from the walls, and the end tables, even the floor. I look for anything that might be his, that might be personal.
He has a pistol hanging from the door to what must be the bathroom. It's the only modern thing in the room. There's a small, leather bound book on the end table that catches my eye and I race for it, snatching it up.
"If you don't give me my phone, I'll keep this."
Fabien stares at me in what looks like confusion. Then he moves so fast I barely register it. The tiny book just vanishes from my hand. A long tentacle slips the book into a drawer and slams the drawer shut.
“I don’t have your phone,” he says.
He seems really annoyed. Not that it’s a surprise. The butler said he would be. I try to get past him to grab for something else. Mia would bethrowingthings right now. Smashing vases, or dishes orsomething. But there’s nothing to grab, really. Those granite end tables would take an ogre to toss.
Fabien blocks me with his tentacles.
I try to get around the other way and he blocks me again.
Then one of his long tentacles slips behind him and slowly closes the door.
Oh, shit.
“You’ve invaded my private space, Mia. You talk a big game sometimes, but really you’re just a spoiled brat, aren’t you? There’s no room for thathere.If you’re the one I’m destined to be with, then you’ll need to learn better. And if you’re not…then the lesson won’t hurt you either.”
“What…lesson? Hey, don’t you dare!”
I turn to run and dive over the other side of his bed. My feet plop down right into a pool of water. I slide across the algae covered stones and end up tumbling face first into the water, soaking my nightgown and the rest of me in the process.
“Fudge!”
Fabien’s gaze narrows.
“Did you…just sayfudge?”
“No! I saidfuck, are you deaf? Fuck, fuck, fuck. And why is there a stupid pool of water in your room? What kind of—”
“Stupid? No, it’s not stupid. Now, come here.”
His long, lithe tentacles slide around me easily, lifting me like I weigh nothing. It feels odd having them all over me. Not at all like being lifted by arms. There’s no bones or pressure points, and my weight is spread out so much that it’s hard to tell I’m even being lifted. It feels like floating in a warm pool of water, or like flying.
The suckers flow across my skin, holding me like a thousand tiny mouths. I can’t help shivering because of how good it feels. Like a gentle massage on every inch of my body.
The tentacles tense as I float closer to Fabien. His gaze holds me. He watches me, observing, like he’s trying to figure me out. As he stands me upright, keeping my feet dangling just above the ground, the pressure increases under my armpits, and around my thighs. The largest and thickest of the tentacles lifts between my legs, like I’m sitting on a living bicycle seat. But one that moves and shifts beneath my weight, and that suckles and kisses all my tender areas.
I squirm a little, my skin flaring hot.
“Hey…watch it.”
