AllFreeNovel
Share Us
forty
Millie
"You've been getting a lot of use out of my mother's library," Draven said, announcing his entrance into the room. I looked up from my book in utter disbelief for my loss of time and surroundings. When I read, it captivated my attention completely to immerse into the fictional world within my hold. These pages were a freedom I knew the man before me understood.
Now that we were getting on better terms, I placed my bookmark in between the pages and gave him my attention. Smiling, I set it down on the stand next to the green, high back chair with golden flowers embroidered on it. "You already know why."
"I do, but it makes me sad to see you spend every second in here." He pulled the jacket of his suit off and hung it on the rack behind him. Rolling his sleeves, I couldn't help that my eyes landed on the thick cords of muscle even his forearms held.
"Why?" I snapped out of it enough to respond.
"We both seek fiction when life is hard to live in. The more we read, the more we're at unease. I know I kidnapped you and forced you to move with me, but I guess I had hoped you felt the same way I did. I thought we'd chase a real adventure together."
A pang settled in my chest because I understood what he meant. To not deal with reality, I ran into the comfort of my stories, and his mother had her own collection of dark romance. They were older with Fabio on the covers, but they were gripping, nonetheless. I just had to embrace the worlds before social media and cellphones like I would in a historical romance with not much electricity or freedoms for women.
"Oh," I exhaled. Draven didn't say anything to my responsive sound as he took the seat across from me. Pouring himself a scotch midday, it made me question what made it so rough he required alcohol already. "I'm not sure I have an answer. While this has felt like a dream and I've been doted on by you, I was still kidnapped."
"And you're not used to such customs in your world." He nodded. "Luckily, I do know some customs you are used to that will hopefully ease your mind."
"Like what?" I smirked, wanting to know what he'd say.
Pointing to my book, he clearly knew what I'd pick up while in here. "Flip to the nearest sex scene and read it out loud for me to hear you speak such illicit things from your innocent lips."
"What?" I squawked.
"You heard me, Sunshine. We're going to make you more comfortable in this new environment through something you know." His eyes grew dark, flicking over my body that was in a robe and silk pajamas. His desiring attention caused heat to pool into my core.
"Draven," I sighed.
"Read, Sunshine. That was an order, not a request." His tone sharp, almost cruel with the guttural growl he released with it.
Gasping, I quickly flipped to the nearest one. Luckily, I had another book near me that he had Astrid send over. Just starting The Eighth Transgressor with my book club, I had read the perfect thing in the third book for just his occasion.
"Daring to be bold, I turned around and hopped up on the counter with my rear in my boy-cut panties. The bruises from Aster nearly sparkled under the light. Rin loved the marks. Though, his gaze followed my injured hand as I held it between us, and my other hand found a pointed shard from the mirror. I could see what his monster begged for, and something within me felt responsible to feed him.
I sliced my palm to dare his beast. The animal within him—that made him thirst for blood—should have me running away in terror. What he didn’t know? Part of me craved him to take it from me. I thirsted in a different way because I needed to see my blood stain his thin lips. Only mine because my possessiveness rose once again. Sevrin would feed from me and only me…
The hot liquid pooled down my unbroken skin, leaving its crimson trail along my forearm. Rin’s eyes couldn’t look away."
When my eyes lifted at the sound of another growl, I lost my nervous breath. My skin tightened across my chest not only from the perverted words but from Draven stroking himself across from me. Somewhere in my loss of time while reading, he'd silently taken his thick cock out and used his spit to rub against it in his tight grasp. I couldn't stop staring like I found porn for the first time. The surprise took the wind out of my breath, flushing my face.
"I never said you could stop reading, Sunshine. You're going to rouse yourself to an even higher level than you ever thought possible, and it'll be knowing I'm hard over the sound of your voice saying such naughty things. Read."
“Every time you saw me bleed,” I whispered while using a finger from my other hand to gather some blood on it. I took it to his mouth to watch his nostrils flare, and his dark eyes went completely black. “You didn’t pity me… You hungered for me…”
My finger swiped against his swirling tongue in his mouth as he sucked my blood from it. The sensation of that alone had me arching my back from the counter I sat on. Heat blossomed within my core, and a moan escaped my parted lips. Rin’s predatory eyes drank me in with a slight quirk in his lips. Leaning in, he kissed the powerful pulse along my neck. I exposed it more to him in submission. My artery thrummed hard enough that I knew he could see it pulse under my flesh. His sharp teeth scraped along the sensitive skin just for him to hear me lose my breath. He chuckled and kissed where I anticipated his bite.
“You should fear I might drain you, Kitten.” His hands shifted to hold my thighs achingly tight where the other bruises already sat in their rich coloring.
“No,” I heaved out with my chest from his skin to skin contact driving me mad. I used my open palm to smear blood along my throat. “I fear I’ll crave it until you do…”
Barely being able to breathe, I hadn't reacted to a steamy scene in years like this, but I also didn't have a side show while reading. Unable to help myself, I repositioned my legs in the chair, feeling the throb begin to pulse through my whole core. The ache felt maddening already, and the passage was very long. My heart fluttered in its aroused state too, forcing a rhythm below the tightness of my chest. My nipples felt every glide against the fabric of my top, hating the restriction of it.
"Good girl." Draven kept his sole focus on me, loving how unraveled I grew. "Now, set the book down and touch yourself. You're going to let your fingers treat your core as your reward."
Shakily, I let my hand slip into the waistline of my shorts. A small wet spot had already manifested during my reading, and he saw it by how I widened my seat for better access. Licking his lips, I spotted how his nostrils flared, wanting a taste. When my nerves tried to tell me what a bad idea this was, it was his unnerving stare that kept me locked within this session. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want end whatever spell he'd cast over me.
When he called me a good girl, my inner desires were met with something I thought I'd only read about. The praise in his tone for my good work had me craving more of it. The library still smelled of books, but I got a small whiff of my own wetness when I opened my legs. Oh god, what was I doing?
