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

With her head tilted down, she couldn’t see when Adrian came in, but she did hear him. His feet slapped against the stone floor, and his low growl of appreciation filled the room. It made her womb spasm with desire. And she worried about what he thought about her!

Oh goodness! The things he does to me!

“Good girl! You look so delectable! I can see your juices, smell them. I want to lick you everywhere before I thrust into you so hard and deep that you can never get the memory of me out of your head and body. Shit! I could almost come just looking at you!”

When he got close, she noticed that he was still naked. And boy, was she ever glad.

His bare legs came into view and she wanted to look up, reach up and touch that hard part of him that she had tasted. She hungered for it, wanted to feel the velvety skin against her tongue as she heard him groan in pleasure. Wanted to taste his salty release and know that a part of him was inside her.

She knew better than that, however. If she reached up and touched him, or even looked at him, he’d stop before they started.

“Good, now we can start. You should be quiet though, wouldn’t want to wake Thane up.” He laughed, and then gestured her to stand. Soph stood awkwardly, unused to getting up from this position. And it wasn’t like Adrian helped her!

Now that he mentioned it, Sophie looked towards the door. She expected Thane to be here. She hadn’t had sex with just Adrian, and didn’t realize that he’d be missing. She must have gazed at the door too long, or maybe her wistful look bothered him before Adrian growled.

Hearing a clang, Soph turned around to look where Adrian was, and saw thunder in his expression. “What? You don’t want to be with me? You’d rather he be fucking you? You want St. Thane, the goody-goody with the giant dick? Fine then. Go wake him. Fuck this!” He growled, his every word dripped poison. Every word cut like a dagger.

Gasping, Sophie shook her head quickly, needing to let him know that he had it wrong. It wasn’t that she wanted Thane more, she just didn’t know how this worked! She didn’t realize that they’d want her by themselves too! Besides, how could he blame her for wanting both of them?

But he wasn’t looking at her. He was making his way to the door.

And she moved to stop him. It was the only thing she could do. She couldn’t explain if he wasn’t going to look at her! She couldn’t do anything!

She didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want to make him mad. And she didn’t want him to think that of her. She’d be leaving and she wanted to leave him with a good memory of her, not something horrible. Not this.

She didn’t even know that tears were leaking from her eyes. She didn’t notice anything but the overwhelming panic that if he left this room, she would never have another chance.

Shoot! How could she care so much about him already? How could she care this much about his feelings? And how could her heart hurt this much!

She cut him off at the door, standing in front of him so that he couldn’t leave. Then, she looked up into his eyes, seeing the darkness that swirled in the depths, seeing the mixture of fury and a thousand other emotions that she couldn’t separate, couldn’t name. But he didn’t seem to be receptive to her, didn’t seem to care what she had to say.

“Get out of my way, Phie. I don’t care about your delicate feelings, or your morals. You feel bad that you don’t want me? Fine, whatever. I don’t give a shit. You were an easy lay. You came to us, remember? Feel free to go to him. I’ll find someone else when you’re gone. Someone who knows what’s up and who would do anything for my touch. They’d be better anyways, know what I want and can’t wait to give it to me. The sooner the better, actually.”

Her body felt like it was ripping in two. Her soul was withering and dying, so quickly yet it was agonizingly slow.

Her mind wept, heck! Her body wept too. Her eyes burned, and she was having trouble looking his at face as the horrible words were flung from his Angelic mouth. She hoped that he didn’t mean them, that he was even now regretting his words. But he didn’t seem to care.

All she could do was shake her head, over and over again. “Why are you still in my way? What do you want?” he ground out.

What did she want? She wanted him! She wanted him to care about her! Wanted him to look at her with hunger again, to touch her body and make her forget everything he said. But she couldn’t tell him that. So she reached out a shaky hand and touched his chest with one, trembling finger. Gosh, she felt so cold, so damaged, the sharp pain in her chest expanding, skewering her internal organs.

“Me?” he scoffed. “You want me? Are you serious? Try again, hot-stuff.”

But she did want him. And she wasn’t going to back down now. She wanted to prove that she was the person he needed, the person she always wanted to be.

She had just complained that she couldn’t direct her life, but now she could! And she would. Swallowing back her nervousness, Sophie trailed her hand down his chest, feeling the raised skin, and finally getting to follow the line that bisected his lean muscular body until she reached the part of him that couldn’t lie, couldn’t resist.

He thought with his member before, he will do so now! She was determined. When