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The icy breeze slithers down my spine as I make my way across the old creaking floorboards. The door to the only room that’s across from me is closed, so I walk towards it and grab the cold brass knob before turning it slowly.
I push the door open and take a step into the darkness. As soon as I do, a rush of cold air hits me in the face.
This room was always closed off when we were younger. We never came up here, not even while we were playing. It was off-limits because most of the time my father would use it as the punishment room. I never got sent here. It was always Rhys.
And now he’s locking himself up here.
The first thing I see is a glass wall from floor to ceiling, which faces the back of the house, looking over the expanse of Whitlock grounds and the ominous black forest. I notice that the glass is not covered with any curtains as I take a step inside the room.
“What are you doing here?”
I whip around to see him on the other side of this big, cold room. He’s sitting on the floor in front of the huge fireplace and there’s a small fire going inside the stone hearth, but it does little to add warmth to this room.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I whisper so softly, I doubt he can hear me.
Rhys is unclothed from the waist up and I cannot help but let my eyes wander over the smooth paleness of his skin and the way his black hair is perfectly contrasted against it. I want to run my fingers along the rough ridges of his broad shoulders and his bruised washboard abs. He has tattoos of black thorns and vines with dead roses on his ribcage. It looks so delicate and intricate, yet dark and disturbing at the same time.
I move forward, slowly at first, a part of me terrified to get too close to Rhys. This new Rhys that I know absolutely nothing about.
He lifts his head and glances up at me as I approach him. When I’m right in front of him, I get down on my knees and then my butt. I mirror his cross-legged position, but as soon as I do, Rhys gets up onto his knees. I glance up at him now and before I can even anticipate what he’s about to do, he grabs me by my jaw with his right hand and brings my face up to his. Those dark grey eyes of his are illuminated by the flames and I can see the wildness in them. He moves his thumb across my bottom lip and my mouth falls open. Very slowly he slips his thumb into my mouth. I’m tempted to taste him so I slide my tongue across the pad of his thumb and watch as his pupils dilate. He removes his thumb immediately. Our lips are inches apart now and I can feel–almost taste his hot, minty breath on mine.
“Don’t think that you and I are the same, Pike. You don’t have the same privileges you had before,” he says, his dark grey eyes never leaving mine once. “We are strangers. You and I are different and I don’t care that we share blood. You’re nothing.”
The tears fall down my cheeks and I don’t even care that his fingers are hurting my jaw anymore as he presses them further into my skin.
“Why?” The single word leaves my mouth and as it does, Rhys leans down and kisses me. But it’s something far more animalistic and raw than a kiss. It’s not a kiss at all. It’s him claiming me. It’s him showing me just how much he can control me. It’s a primal war for dominance and he’s already won, because I will always give in like I always have. It’s hot and rough as he bites my lower lip and tugs it into his mouth. I can taste the peppermint on his warm, wet tongue, but my mouth movement is restricted because he’s still gripping my jaw.
I attempt to reach up and push him away, but Rhys is three times my size and I’m no match for him as he easily moves me onto my back and pins me to the cool floorboards. I raise my knee and touch his groin area and that’s when I feel how hard his cock is. He’s hard for me, just like I’m wet for him.
“I know what you want,” Rhys whispers as he drags his fingernails up my exposed thighs and then he’s pressing his fingers against my bare pussy.
A soft moan escapes me as he slides his finger against my soaking wet cunt and then without warning he pushes two fingers into me. The feel of his large fingers inside of me is too much at first. I’ve never had anyone fuck me before–even with their fingers. The most I’ve ever experimented was with myself.
Tyler is always slow and unsure and focuses too much on breathing in my ear, but Rhys doesn’t ask or wait. He just takes and my body seems to like that. But just with him.
My mouth falls open as he stretches me with just two of his fingers while using his thumb to circle my clit.
“This is what you want, don’t you?” Rhys whispers against my jaw. “You just couldn’t wait for me to touch you, Pi, could you?”
Slowly, he tortures me with skilful fingers. Round and round, I love the sensation building in my pussy as he gently rubs the bundle of nerves in my clit. Rhys is cruel and punishing, but right now he touches me with such gentleness, that it makes me forget his angry self for a moment.
“I might hate you, but you belong to me,” he says before he kisses away my next moan.
I slam my thighs shut with his fingers still inside of me. The pressure builds in my lower abdomen.
Rhys bites hard into my bottom lip and just as I try to let my orgasm free, my body starts to tremble and it’s not from satisfaction. Images ofhimenter my mind and I’m immediately repulsed by what we’re doing. I try to pull away, but Rhys thrusts his hot tongue into my mouth again and that’s when I taste the familiar metallic flavour of blood.
Instead of pulling away, he continues to kiss me. He swipes his tongue right across my bottom lip that he had just punctured with his teeth.
And then he abruptly stops and pulls away, his soft black hair falls into my face. Both of us are panting, but Rhys is frowning at me and the fact that I’m now shaking uncontrollably in his arms. The orange and red flames from the fire outline the cruel, hardened features of his face.
“You’ve never done this before?” He rests his hand on my inner thigh.
I shake my head once.No.
His eyes burn into mine.”You’re a virgin?”
I nod once. “Yes.”
