Page 54 of Silken Chains
But there’s a flicker in her gaze, a hint of desire that she can’t quite hide. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by a scowl.
“Why… why kidnap me?” The word slips from her, laced with anger yet tinged with curiosity.
“Well…” I hesitate, knowing the dangerous truth that she may have other enemies lurking in the shadows. But now is not the time to reveal it. Not yet. There’s a puzzle from last night that demands solving first.
Her next words throw me for a loop, totally unexpected.
“Wait… no way, but… but are you seriously telling me you’re head over heels for me?” The words tumble out of her mouth before she can stop them.
I tilt my head back, eyebrows raised, biting back a laugh.
“I mean, we had an amazing night together, but did you really have to resort to kidnapping me and changing my clothes? Is this some kind of twisted joke?” she questions.
Amazing? Oh, sweet kiska, you haven’t seen anything yet.
“And… where are my clothes?” she asks, her eyes narrowing.
I shrug, nonchalant. “Gone. The maids disposed of them.”
“Gone? Why on earth would they do that?”
“Ksenia’s orders. She can’t stand anything she deems unsightly,” I explain, deadpan. “Ksenia’s tastes are… specific.”
She gives me a look like I’ve sprouted another head.
“How can you not see the madness in this? Kidnapping me, dressing me up like some doll in an overly plush robe?” Her voice rises in bafflement.
Okay, I have to admit, from her perspective, this must sound batshit crazy. But fuck, it’s amusing watching her try to process it all.
I can’t look away from her; she’s fucking gorgeous. The way her body fills out that robe consumes my mind with thoughts of fucking her raw, pounding into her until she screams my name. I want to toss her onto the sofa and leave bruises on her skin as I ravage her until she begs for mercy. I can’t stop imagining all the ways I could make her moan and writhe beneath me, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust deep inside of her. I want to spank her until she cries out in pleasure, then continue until she’s a trembling mess.
Suka, focus, man. You’re acting like you’ve never seen a woman before.
“I’m not a toy for you to play with,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
I smirk, tracing a finger along her jawline. “No, you’re not. You’re so much more than that.”
She shivers under my touch, her skin flushing pink. “What… what do you want from me?”
“Sit down, Laura,” I say, my voice low but firm.
“Make me,” she challenges, tempting me even more.
My cock throbs in response as I fight to calm myself down and regain control over my primal urges.
My lips hover just inches from hers, and I can sense the fear and desire emanating from her in waves. My voice drops into a low growl as I whisper, “If you keep up that attitude, you’ll get a nice pussy-spanking kiska.” The thought alone makes my body tremble with carnal anticipation, my hands itching to deliver the punishment she craves.
Her eyes widen in shock, but she obediently takes a seat on the sofa, knowing who’s in control here.
I smirk. This round, just like every other, belongs to me.
“Now,” I continue, trying to steer our interaction onto more even ground, “I think we can be of use to each other.”
“Use to each other, how?” Confusion laces her voice, her brows knitting together.
“Looks like you’re drowning in debt, kiska.” I point out. We lock eyes, and I say, “And I’m in need of a wife.”
I watch as she parts her lips, then clamps them shut.
