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I can’t help but delight in the idea of upsetting Adam. I’ve grown to enjoy his punishments. My neck craves his tight grip, my breasts beg to be squeezed, and my cunt leaks at the thought of his hand landing hard against my arse. A smile turns up on my face, and I slip downstairs. My heart quickens as I cruise along the carpeting, sighing at the different rooms. Some have light, sunny wallpaper; others have pastel blues. I’m sure these decorations weren’t Adam’s choosing, and I almost want to tease him for it, to rile him up some more.
My skin heats in anticipation of being caught by him with each door I swing open, but my hopes are dashed when he’s nowhere to be found. Well, if he’s out, I suppose this moment cannot be wasted. It can be used to finally explore the entirety of this grand castle. I’d go outside if I could and frolic in the grass, but now there are bars on every window. There are even versatile bars that open and close on the exiting doors.
I’ve counted at least twelve bedrooms so far, and that’s just on the two upper floors. I note that there are even more bedrooms on the other floor, before coming across a locked door. Jiggling the knob a few times brings no surrender, but there is a rumbling of voices coming from inside. Slapping my hand over my mouth, I hurry past the room, not too far away, towards the end of the hallway.
Closing my eyes, I push on the dark-brown door, and it gives way. I scoot inside and lock it quickly, spinning around to behold what paradise must look like. Towers of shelves, filled with books, untouched for years. Oh! Wings take flight within my body as I take off toward them, gasping and sighing in awe when I find authors I’m familiar with. I grab a title I’ve not yet read and search the room for a corner where I might not be disturbed.
As I hurry behind a shelf, a book tumbles off it, hitting me in the head. The shelf itself seems to have a heartbeat as I rest my back against it. It pants and breathes, and I jump to my feet. What in the haunted mansion is happening here? Slowly, I tiptoe to the other side, holding my breath.
There I encounter a sight not meant for my own eyes. Two people I recognize but have never beheld in this way. Gloria and Lucian, naked and sweating. She clutches the heavy shelf, and her face is pressed up against the books. Her modest breasts jiggle as Lucian pounds her. Her little white cap hangs off the side of her head. Her dark hair is damp; a few wisps stick to her forehead and the nape of her neck. Her pale skin is flushed, and her lips pucker.
Lucian grunts, and his scar blends into the creasing of his skin as he bites his lip and grips her waist. He leans forward, licking up the sweat dripping down her spine, before kissing and murmuring her name, groaning how much he loves her. She moans, biting her lip and grinding her arse against him.
I yelp, before covering my mouth and spinning around. My skin heats, and I can hardly breathe. Oh, dear. I’ll never be able to look at them the same again. Gloria’s innocence has been washed clean away, and Lucian’s aggression has morphed into sweetness. It’s weird. Gloria gasps before giggles pour out of her, but what frightens me is the sound of Lucian laughing as well. I spin around, and he’s laughing with her. She’s looking at me, but he hasn’t seen me yet. His head turns, and his gaze narrows.
“I’m sorry.” I stagger backward. “I didn’t mean… I didn’t know there was anyone…”
“What are you doing in here?!” he demands, jumping in front of Gloria’s body, shielding her but forgetting to shield himself.
I look up at the ceiling, craning my neck away as my feet remain frozen in place. Gloria grins again before her lips smack against his skin.
“Relax,” she soothes him. “Olivia. What are you doing out of your room?” Gloria asks in a much softer tone.
I swallow against my straining neck, and my racing pulse begs my eyes not to drop. “I needed to stretch my legs. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have. I’ve just been…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gloria says. “We didn’t know anyone would come in here. No one usually does.” She laughs. “You won’t say anything to Mr. Molotov, will you, Lucian? It’s not like you’ll pull something foolish and try to escape again, will you, Olivia?” A slight scolding is evident in her tone.
“Mm mm.” I shake my head and clear my throat. “Oh, no. No. I promise. I’d just like to read.” My voice cracks. “But I can leave if you guys need to… um… finish,” I say, almost choking on my spit.
“As if you haven’t seen far more than this. I know what you and Mr Molotov get up to.” Gloria grins. “Well, I don’t know exactly. Oh, Lucian, stop looking at me that way. I’ve never seen them with my own eyes, but I’m her lady maid for goodness’ sake. Besides, everyone knows what happened at that ball.”
“Gloria!” I gasp, still staring at the ceiling that moves upward into a sort of pyramid, with decorative glass, painted in red and blue, at the very peak. Mild sunlight shines through it, casting a subtle glow on the room.
“Well, it’s true. Everyone does know,” Lucian mutters.
“Oh, my goodness.” I sigh.
Gloria laughs. “Look at you, you poor thing, acting the prude. Can you fasten my dress for me, Lou?” Her breath catches, and my eyes dip, involuntarily, to regard him placing a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. “We heard you enjoyed the attention.” She teases me, and I sigh, allowing my breath to escape me in a rush.Oh, thank goodness. They’re both dressed.
“Well, Lucian. It’s settled then, isn’t it?” She fixes his shirt and takes his hand, leading him away. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to read, is there?” she asks.
“I guess not.” He smiles at her. His eyes are fixed onto hers, and I can admit that watching them makes my own heart race.
“Don’t worry, Olivia; you stay. We’ll find somewhere else to finish, won’t we?” She winks at him, and he grins.
“Yes, we will,” he whispers against her lips as he pulls her toward him. Gloria moans, throwing her arms around his neck, and I blush as he cups her bottom.
Oh, dear. Goodness gracious.
“Be careful and don’t get caught,” she breaks her kiss to say, panting, before they both hurry away.
I erupt in a fit of giggles, clearing my throat as I rest my hand over my racing heart. Well, that’s something I thought I’d never see and never wanted to see. But witnessing them only makes me hungrier for Adam. I lick my lips and groan.
Ever since the ball, we’ve been at it, night after night, and he’s been a lot gentler. His gentleness is also intoxicating. His tender kisses get me wet and bothered. Sometimes, I even forget that I’m his prisoner. But it’s been awhile since his primal dominance has claimed me, demanding my submission, making me hurt. And I miss it.
Nevertheless, he’s not around, and now he doesn’t have to be my only means of pleasure. Oh, how I’ve longed for pleasure of the mind. Sinking to the floor, I immerse myself in the story of faraway lands and strong women, challenging the ignorance of men. It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to escape. I’m indulging in my travels and experiences through the pages, forgetting the need to be quiet and laughing aloud until the door bangs open.
“Who’s in here?” Adam’s voice bounces off the shelves, shaking me up out of the still, trance-like silence of before.
