She listened harder, concentrating on picking up on any extraneous noises.She had to be sensible.Even if, for some reason, she wasn’t panicking yet, shewasbeing held.She hadn’t consented to be there, and she didn’t want to be bound.Whatever had taken place was against her will.
“Nothing.”She acknowledged the answer out loud, her brow furrowing deeper.“I’m tied naked to this fucking bed, and there’s no one out there to even hear me.”
Despondency swam in her chest, colliding with her trepidation and birthing the closest sensation she’d felt to panic so far.As it rose through her body, though, it morphed into frustrated anger, resentment bubbling hotter than any other emotion.
Someonehad done this to her, and whoever was responsible, they had no fucking right.
No fucking right at all.
“Oh, come on!”Writhing in the binds, she cried out, expressing the swelling anger that rose from inside.“Someone must be able to hear me.Who’s out there?”
Protracted seconds flitted past, and in the haze of her puzzled rage, Kris thought she sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a frisson of electricity in the air that she hadn’t noticed before.The change was subtle.A pin drop, and tugging at her fetters again, she thought the sensation was only a product of her imagination until a new booming noise splintered her concentration.
“Ah, there she is.”
She froze at the sound of his voice, her heart succumbing to the elevating stimulus and hammering faster.Turning her head left and right, she looked around the white space for evidence of where the reply had originated from, but for the life of her, she couldn’t see who owned the deep, dulcet tone.
“Who’s there?”Her voice was a lot quieter that time, her tone hesitant.“Where are you?”
“I’m right here, Kristina.”
She threw her head in the direction of his voice, and just like that, he appeared, manifesting in front of her eyes; the guy who’d saved her on the cold street.
Recoiling against the covers in shock, she took in the look of him all over again; the same enormous man with the dazzling eyes, but that time he’d stripped down to what looked like a small towel, the fabric stretched taut around his hips, revealing the edge of defined obliques and the awe-inspiring muscular body she’d imagined when they’d met on the street.
“Oh my God.”She couldn’t quite articulate the screeching range of emotions pinballing around her, but disbelief and panic had to be two of them.Whoever he was, he was utterly freaking gorgeous—more man than she had ever seen—yet the laws of physics told her his abrupt arrival didn’t make sense.There was no way he could just have emerged from thin air.“How did you…” She blinked up at him, trying to find the right words.Had he drugged her, and that was why she was seeing things?“You just appeared and…”
She couldn’t complete her sentence, as though his presence alone demanded her silence.Looking at him, she could believe it.Not only was he an incredible physical specimen, apparently able to defy the laws of science, but he carried an air of authority she’d never witnessed until that point.It was the identical quiet clout he’d demonstrated on the street when he’d dealt with her aggressors, that same unspoken sense that he would take care of things.
“You are upset.”He frowned, taking a step closer, and a ball of fascinated terror knotted in her chest.
Whoever he was, he was so big and foreboding.Even though he hadn’t yet overtly harmed her since he’d appeared, she was still secured to the bed, and she couldn’t help but cower at his obvious power.
“Shhh.”
He raised an unhurried hand over her, as though he was a priest blessing his flock, and instantly, as if that single palm could command her mind, the words she’d been ready to ask evaporated from her head.
Chapter Ten
Kronos
Finally, his little human had woken.Relief reverberated through his sinews at the realization, meeting his growing excitement.Kronos had waited for hours, watching Shelley worship at his feet before he’d fed her and allowed her to sleep, and still, his new plaything slipped in and out of consciousness, unprepared to meet her new master.
He’d checked on her repeatedly, disappointed each time to find her still away with her dreams, but he had made the most of the time, taking the opportunity to study her.
Kristina was a diminutive woman with shoulder-length blonde, wavy tresses that were glossy and smooth to the touch.He liked the color, noting how different she was from Shelley, and appreciating the contrast.Naturally, he already knew how wonderful Kristina was beneath the blanket, and again, he resisted the compulsion to remove the cover and explore her body.Instead, he kept his focus on her face, reveling in her dainty features, small nose, and full lips.Below her closed lids, he knew blue eyes waited for him, although he couldn’t recall the precise shade.The next few days would surely provide him with that information, along with almost everything else he yearned to know about her fabulous body and all its glorious reactions.
The sound of her calls had alerted him to her consciousness.He’d returned to her room in a flash but chose to remain shrouded to her human vision for a moment longer, observing her frustrated bewilderment.
There she was, his newest concubine, held in position on the bed by the power of his lace twines.Wide awake, she was even more entrancing than when she’d slept, her squirming form sending chills racing through his body that should have been impossible after all the work Shelley had put into his recent climactic pleasure.Regardless of his cock’s gratification, though, little Kristina had the power to arouse him all over again.Indeed, a promising sign.
“Oh, come on!”Anger echoed in her voice as she screeched out her complaint.“Someone must be able to hear me.Who’s out there?”
Someone could hear her, all right.Someone who was only a few feet from where she lay, and who couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
On her, over her,inher.
He bit back on the tantalizing prospect.The problem with such alluring propositions was that in the current state of undress he liked to adorn when relaxing, his interest in her incessant writhing was all too obvious.Usually, Kronos had no reservations about sharing his excitement with his paramours—expecting them to take care of his needs personally—but given that it was her first day with him, he had thought to seek a less carnal approach to their introduction.His raging erection, though, begged to differ.
