He didnotjust say that…
“Fuck you,” I sneer.
He laughs airily. “You just might; the night’s still young.”
I clench my jaw. “You’re infuriating.” The rain falls faster now, and gentle sprays of water hit the sides of Dorran and I’s faces.
His eyes shine as they assess me. “And you don’t know how to do what you’re told to.”
“That’s only because you’re setting me up to fall, asshole.”
He’s on me so quick, I barely have time to react. His switchblade is pressed against my throat, and one of his hands is cupping the back of my neck.
“Use that tone again,” he says between gritted teeth, “and I won’t hesitate for a second before slicing you open. You hear me?”
I don’t answer him; I just keep staring up at him. He scares me. He entices me.
He makes me feel like I’mreal, that I actuallyexist.
“Do you hear me, Cignette?” he repeats his question, but this time with a little more anger.
I nod.
“Words, Little Swan; use your voice.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
He pulls away, and again, I ache at the space between us.
“Perfect,” he tells me, then raises a brow. “Now, straddle the fucking railing.”
I push the stray strands of my hair behind my ears and place both my hands on the slippery railing. I then slowly lift my left leg up and over it, shift a little so that I’m facing forward, and then sit my ass down on the chilly granite.
I’m shaking a little – not out of fear, I think to myself, but out of cold.
Ruthless rain assaults my left leg as it dangles loosely above the garden, and my pussy brushes against the granite when I once again shift a little.
If the guards can somehow see me through the onslaught of rain, they’ll think that I’m finally ending my life. They probably won’t even stop me – you know, one less human to protect and stay on-guard for, that kinda thing.
Dorran flicks open his switchblade, then folds it close.
Open.
Close.
Open.
Close.
He does that a few times as he watches me get comfortable, then clicks his tongue. “Press your back on the pillar behind you, move your hips forward, and spread your legs.”
I swallow, lean back on the pillar, let go of air through pursed lips to calm myself down a bit, then push my hips forward before widening my legs.
Dorran’s gaze immediately falls on my pussy, and he adjusts himself above his jeans.
I try not to smile at that, but end up failing.
He notices it, of course, and subtracts the distance between us by coming to stand impossibly close to me. He brings his lips over mine, and I’m positively engulfed in the warmth of him.
