Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

rusty, like it had been dragged through broken glass before reaching her ears. The sound was so unexpected, so gravely, that she found herself shivering as it scraped across her nerve endings.

That voice was like a caress across her skin, and it affected her like no other voice ever had. And it came from the one called Thane.

She looked up, surprised and turned on, a lethal combination. And she couldn’t help but stare as the man took a few steps forward. The motion was smooth, no movement wasted. He didn’t saunter, as the wolf had. No, this man just approached with determination.

“Fine, fine.” The man called Adrian said, sitting back and giving her some much needed space.

She needed more, however she felt like she could breathe again, which wasn’t all that comfortable with her racing heart and knees pressing into her chest.

“Lack of no doesn’t equal yes,” the man said, his voice mockingly deep as if quoting something the other man had said.

Soph looked up to the bloody Thane. She wouldn’t have thought that he would be the voice of morality. With the way he killed, she just thought that he would take whatever he wanted.

Maybe he would be the one to help her.

“So, which is it, hot-stuff? I, apparently, need a verbal yes to continue. So, do we get naked or what?” Soph shook her head. Even if the movement was reluctant, she still did it, and she was proud of herself for it. “Well, if a non-verbal yes doesn’t count, I’m not taking a non-verbal no either.”

That shouldn’t surprise Sophie, and it didn’t.

But that was all he would get from her. Because it was all she had to give. She shook her head again, sadly, and lifted her hand to her neck. She had to make him see that she couldn’t speak. Maybe then he would back off enough for her to think. Maybe then he’d find her some paper to write on.

A realization occurred to her. Maybe they knew sign language!

At least she could try. Soph quickly did the sign for mute, moving an open hand away from her ear and then touching the tips of her thumb and pointer finger together, while keeping the rest open.

The man in front of her looked confused, and so she did the sign again before putting her hand to her throat and shaking her head.

For a minute, she didn’t think that he was going to get it.

What is this, charades?

And finally, it seemed to dawn on him. “Was that…? Oh, shit! You can’t talk? So that’s what that scar is from! Fucking hell. Can you at least hear?” he asked, as if he was ashamed of himself.

Well, he should be, trying to talk someone into bed!

Sophie nodded at his question.

Adrian sighed. “That’s good then. But still. This sucks monkey balls. I like to hear a girl call out my name in bed. I guess you could sign it, but I don’t know sign language. And I’d rather have you tied up anyways. Maybe you could mouth it, when you’re not mouthing something else, I mean.”

Thane made a snorting sound, and Sophie wondered what he was objecting to.

“Hey! You like to hear a woman scream as much as I do, and you like tying her up even more. So don’t you start.” The wolf said, before the behemoth made another noise. “Yeah well, we’ll think of something.” He said, before adjusting his eyes back to her. “You can’t make any noise?”

When Sophie shook her head, he flopped against the cushions, as if giving up.

And to be fair, she felt a little disappointed in his resignation.

“At least your lack of moans earlier had nothing to do with my ability, because I know that I’m great in bed… or on table. Or, hell anywhere. I’ll just have to imagine that you’re screaming my name in your head, ‘cause of course, I know you would be.”

His ego had no end it seemed!

Sophie didn’t know this guy, she didn’t know his name--she only knew what the other man called him— and even though she was sure that he wasn’t exaggerating, he could at least be humble about it!

Thane was probably great in bed too, but he wasn’t bragging.

So, he had a lot of red bodily fluids on him right now, but he also had a quiet intensity that he would probably focus on a woman. And the wolf had said that Thane liked to tie a girl up.

What would it be like to be at the mercy of these two men?

Gosh darn it! She shouldn’t be having these thoughts! She just met them.

Adrian seemed to understand that, because he snapped his fingers in realization and moved until he was sitting close again. “Motherfucker. I totally forgot to introduce myself! How can you sigh my name in delight—even if it’s only in your mind—if you don’t know it! Let me introduce myself. I’m Sin.” He said, his voice going low and seductive as he took her hand. But instead of shaking it, he simply kissed her wrist.

Sophie was sure that he could feel her pulse speed up at the gesture. Sin? Geeze, really?

Apparently Thane found fault in it too because he shook his head. Without even looking at him, Sin must have been attuned to his friend’s movements because he sighed. “Fine, the name’s Adrian Orsini. But the ladies call me Sin.”

Sure they did! He did seem like sin incarnate but she’d rather not call him that.

She didn’t sin normally and it was a little cheesy that he called himself that. As if that defined him. Or maybe it did…

Sophie nodded. She’d mouth her name, but that wouldn’t help too much. Taking her hand from his, she looked up to the other guy.

“You remember Thanatos Owens, the big black