Page 80 of The Harbinger
“Now that’s the real question, Mia. What do I want from you?” He brought his hand to my cheek, and I flinched, expecting the sting of his palm against it, but he swiped his hand down my face, clearing it of water. “I want you on your knees with my cock on your lips while you gulp my cum down and beg for more.”
Heat crawled up my throat, and my stomach did a little dance of chaos, then tipped.
“Why?”
“Why not, Mia? I’m all you have.”
That wasn’t true. Someone was out there looking for me, even if it was Jenny. He wasn’t it. It wasn’t just him.
“You’re wrong.” My voice cracked, and I shattered on the inside from my audible weakness. “I have a family. I’ve seen them.” I shook my head. “They’re out there.”
“No.You’rewrong.“ Sacha shook his head as he released his hold on my tingling hands, then slid down my body and pressed his nose between my thighs. “I’ve checked.”
“Sacha, stop.” I gasped and tipped my head back, the bright blue sky engulfing my vision. “Not here.”
“Here’s just as good as any.” His tongue slid between my folds from center to clit, and my pulse boomed in my ears, my lip caught tight between my teeth as I swallowed my moans. If I were any weaker, I’d encourage his touch.
“You taste like honey and a summer’s day.” I covered my face hiding my mortification as he gripped the insides of my thighs, pulling them wider so he’d have further access. “Let’s finish what we started.”
I whimpered and shook my head. Whatever he’d started wouldn’t end with a good night’s sleep and a smile on my face as he served me breakfast in bed. I pushed against him, my back scraping against the wet cement, my shoulders catching the brunt of the friction. When that didn’t work, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head from between my legs. He grabbed my arm and pressed his thumb into my scarred wrist, sending a sharp zing through my fingertips.
“We can play rough if you want.” He stood and yanked me to my feet, his tongue darting across his lower lip as he glanced at my chest. “I’m going to give you one chance to use it,milaya.“ He gripped my chin, his fingers pressing into my cheeks, then licked the side of my face as he growled. “You better make it count.”
“Use what?” What was I supposed to use? “I-I don’t understand,” I stuttered, his minty saliva cooling on my cheek as he drew my earlobe between his teeth.
“Now, run, Mia, and run hard. Because when I catch you, I’m going to tear into you like the beast I am and devour your soul.”
He pushed me away, and I stumbled as a wicked smile crept across his face, his gaze narrowing with a darkness that sucked the marrow from my bones. His finger raised, pointing to the back door.
“Odin.”
Sweat slicked my skin, and I stepped backward, my feet sinking into the soft gravel bordering the cement pad around the pool. My arms covered my exposed breasts like anyone in this household cared what he did.
“Dve.”
His smile morphed, and I froze when the realization struck me front and center.
Sacha never smiled.
“Tri. You better get moving.”
Blood drained from my face in a rush.
He’s counting.
“Chetyre.”
I stumbled backward, then twisted forward as I rushed towards the backdoor, the rocks jabbing into my sensitive feet, his steady footfalls close behind.
“Pyât'.”
I yanked open the door, wetness streaming down my body and my pulse racing. What would he do when he caught me? Would there come a moment where nothing would stop him, and he’d force me to pick up the knife and use it against him?
The memory of my bloody hands flashed before my eyes as I rounded the corner, my feet slipping out from beneath me.
“Šhest'.“ His voice echoed down the hall.
A wet slap reverberated in the foyer as my hip hit the floor. Sharp pain splintered through my bones as I forced myself to get to my feet with a pained groan.