A few weeks before ...
Nadia did her best to be as quiet as she could manage to get to the secret tunnel. Bringing out the iron key from her purse, she forced her eyes open so she could slot in the key. Her hand shook and getting the key inside the keyhole appeared a herculean task.
She cursed, silently regretting her night of indulgence and hating herself for not stopping at a few shots when she knew she was a lightweight anyway. She giggled. But damn that was wild! For once she got to go out incognito and be herself – having fun without the bad energy of her uncle and his sons ruining everything for her.
When she succeeded in fitting in the key, she let out a quiet triumphant cheer and then quickly covered her mouth to silence the sound. She giggled uncontrollably. Opening the heavy iron door, she walked inside and locked it behind her
Finding her way back inside the mansion in the dark tunnel, she took each step as if the next would cause her to sink into the concrete flooring. Ever since she had accidentally discovered the secret passage, living in the massive stone house—she’d looked upon as her prison sometimes—grew less depressing.
It wasn't as if she had any other choice, with her father in prison for some business deal gone wrong, she had no other family member to stay with.
She often wondered about the hideous crime she must have committed in her previous life to deserve the kind of family she found herself in. Even though she was nothing like any of them, she was forced to act standoffish sometimes when with them, just so she would not be looked upon as the weak link.
Her eyes were already growing heavy by the time she got to the second floor or was she on the third? She shook her head, trying to force her mind to stay sharp which was hard. The hallways were confusing even when she was with all her faculties not to mention now. ‘Well, what was important was that she was inside the house, right?’ she thought as she walked down a shadowy hallway and pulled a door she was certain was hers open.
The room was dark and smelled strange and was a bit chilly but not unbearably so. She was just glad she would soon have somewhere to lay down and sleep. She wondered why the maids didn't help her to switch the heater on and patted the side wall for the heater knob she recalled was there but found nothing. She blinked and let out a sigh, thinking the duvet would cover her up well and protect her from the cold.
She removed all her clothes, threw them at her feet and headed to the right corner of the room, where her bed ought to be.
When she climbed atop the mattress, the thought that it seemed harder than she recalled nagged her subconscious, but she just wanted to sleep. She lay on her side then sprawled to her right and her body came in contact with a warm sturdy form. She moaned at the sheer pleasure of the warm, silky feel against her skin and shut her eyes. And just like every other night, the thought of the grey-eyed captive filled her subconsciousness. And she succumbed to the sexual haze the thought of him always kindled in her head.
Her hand moved up and laid atop an uneven bulge and she rubbed her naked body against the warm feel — wanting more.
And why the duvet smelled so good was beyond her. She moaned, wondering if those guys she shared drinks with had slipped something in her drink after all, because why then would she be feeling horny just by rubbing against her duvet?
Angel lay there unmoving in the bed. Antonio Rufus’s Frankenstein doctor had injected him with a paralyzing drug, making it impossible for him to move just so they could take his blood again for more experiments. When the door opened, he had thought the man had returned with the guards to get him back to his cell but then Nadia had showed up instead.
He couldn’t help gawking at her when she started to remove her clothes. Angel thought she was as beautiful as he had imagined and then more. Her breast was perky, well-rounded and full. She has a slim, delicate physique with a narrow waist and wide, rounded hips. The V between her legs displayed a shaven girl part. And from where he laid he could smell her heady pussy juice. It was intoxicating. He had been enthralled by her beautiful body and distracted as to the reason why she should be undressing. Then it hit him, and the realization kindled a wave of profound anger and hurt inside him. He figured like her cousins, she too must also be into using captives' bodies for sexual relief. He wondered then if this was part of the reason why he was brought there.
Pain tore at his inside. He had hoped that she was different. But that was not to be. She has the blasted Anthonio’s blood after all. Evil must be inherent in all of them.
But God she smelled so damn good, and he wondered what he would have done if he wasn’t paralyzed. Would he have tried to stop her or let her have her way with him because he wanted her too?
He had wanted her since the day he caught the wisps of her scent. Even before he saw her face and her angelic body clad in a red, off-the-shoulder, body-hugging dress. He had wanted to claim her. His wolf had recognised her immediately and had fought to surface.
But then she had looked through him — unseeing, with her nose tilted upward in obvious disgust, and had walked away as if he was invisible — as if he was nothing.
And yes, he was nothing. He was Antonio Rufus’s house pet, a slave. And now she had come to use his body, but God she felt so damn good. Rubbing her soft silky skin against his hard one, and making him wish he was somewhere else away from this horror to touch her and love her, just the way he wanted. But that was not to be.
Her soft moans were driving him insane with desire. He could feel his cock standing at attention for her. He felt her wrap her hand around his shaft, stroking it. The pain of the need to have her made him fight the paralysis, but it was futile. His hands were tied up with silver chains, the cold edge bit into his skin. He clenched his teeth. ‘Not like this, Nadia, stop, not like this—’ he agonized.