Page 77 of Retaliation
He laughed deep and low in his chest. “Yes, Seraphina. Black and feathered, like a fallen angel.”
“Hmmm. Is that what you are?” I rolled my head back to look at him as he carried me up the stairs.
“No, belle femme. I’m a daemon in disguise,” he purred.
I snorted a laugh. “Not a very good disguise.”
His low chuckle vibrated through me, and my blood heated at the knowledge that I made him laugh. Andras pushed open the door to his room, then kicked it shut behind us and carried me into his bathroom. The whole room was hazy and full of steam that smelled like lavender and eucalyptus.
“Can you stand?” he asked.
I nodded, and he lowered me gently to the floor. I braced myself against his chest.
Andras pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his sweats to the floor. He grasped my hips and guided me to the oversized claw-foot tub. He lifted me effortlessly over the edge and stepped in behind me. My body melted into the simmering hot water, and I moaned. Andras sat behind me, his muscular thighs lightly wrapped around my own. His massive hard-on pressed into my lower back as his arms circled around my chest. I leaned my head back and sighed.
“Better, sweetheart?” he murmured, kissing my shoulder like the gentlest of lovers.
“Much better,” I moaned, my body coming alive once more. “Just missing one thing.”
I felt Andras smile against my neck as he kissed his way toward my jawline. His hand gripped my chin, turning my head toward his, and his lips touched softly to mine. I sighed happily, and his tongue pressed into my mouth, teasing me. His other hand drifted down my chest, pinching my nipple before he cupped my pussy. I moaned, and his kiss grew more demanding. He pulled away as he dipped two fingers inside me.
“Are you sorry for leaving us, sweetheart?” Andras whispered against my mouth.
I could barely register his words as his thick fingers curled inside me.
“Tell me, Seraphina.” His words were a request, a plea. So different from his usual authoritarian tone.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” I breathed, my body arching into his touch. “Say it again.”
“Say what, angel?”
I moaned as his thumb circled my clit. “My name.”
Andras devoured my mouth in a kiss that made my head spin as his fingers worked my body into a frenzy. He pulled back, his lips moving along my jaw, toward my ear. His fingers thrust deeper, and my hips bucked.
Andras growled possessively into my ear. “My dark angel, Seraphina. Come for me.”
I screamed as the orgasm burst through me like a fucking firework. I moaned and squirmed as his fingers curled inside me, drawing out my pleasure.
My body gave out, and I slumped against his chest as he circled me with his strong arms. I don’t know how many minutes passed before Andras stepped out of the tub, carrying me out of the water. He set me on my feet long enough to wrap a fluffy robe around my body before scooping me back up and carrying me to his bed. I was a helpless waif as he tucked my body beneath the covers and fluffed the pillows around me.
Andras leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Sleep now, angel.”
I mumbled some incoherent words before the darkness claimed me.
For once, I slept without any horrible dreams pulling me to life in a sweaty mess. I vaguely remembered all four of my men checking on me as I slept. Is that what they were, mine? I couldn’t exactly pretend we were still enemies, or that I was a prisoner. Is it a prison if you don’t want to leave? That shining light inside me was growing, and I could see it reflecting in their eyes. I could see the same light trying to fight its way to the surface inside them too. Something big was building, and once the light broke through, I knew in my soul there was no going back.
I sat up in bed, alone, and pulled a tray of food closer. I lifted the metal lid, feeling like I was eating at some kind of fancy hotel. I sipped at the mimosa and picked up a piece of warm, buttered toast. Even the bread tasted expensive. I could definitely get used to this, even as I remembered Tibby locked up downstairs. The door opened soundlessly just then, and Levi strode into the room. He smiled, his eyes glancing down my body in the silk nightgown. When did I put that on?
“You look well rested, babe.” He flopped down on the bed and snatched a piece of my toast.
“How long have I been sleeping?” I asked, grabbing my fork and shoveling delicious scrambled eggs into my mouth.
Levi shrugged. “Forever. I’ve been bugging Andras for at least an hour to let me wake you up.”
I snorted a laugh. “What time is it? What’s happening now? How’s Tibby?”
Levi laughed. “She’s fine. I made her a mimosa too, but don’t tell him. And she has a TV down there. I think Andras is considering giving her a laptop. And it’s like six in the evening. Our party starts at 8 p.m. Andras had all kinds of girlie shit brought in for you. Including new clothes.”
