I start sucking on his finger hungrily, and the more I suck, the more I want to keep sucking. I can feel him watching me the entire time, and I'm unable to resist the urge to look up—-
Aaaaah.
The savage need in his gaze makes me moan while I continue to suck on his finger. I can't believe this is real. I can't believe that he still wants me so even though he knows everything about me. He truly is my dream come true, but when he suddenly yanks his finger out of my mouth and lifts me off his lap—-
Oh God!
Plates shatter and glasses break into pieces as he empties the wooden table with one swift swipe, and I only have time to gasp before I find myself lying flat on my back.
"You did well, my Sara."
A powerful shudder rocks my body as I hear him say my name for the very first time. I've always thought he was aware of it, but it's another thing altogether to hear his dark voice actually using it.
"And now...it's my turn to eat you."
Even as my body melts like butter at what he's promising, something tells me that his words are but a trap—-
"And throughout it, I want you to moan your pleasure out."
And it is.
"I want you to moan so fucking loud," he purrs, "that the guys working below deck will know exactly what we're doing."
Oh God.
"I want you to moan in a way that would make them think you're whoring yourself for me—-"
What he's asking of me is a nightmare.
My nightmare.
And it's even exquisitely worse than I've let myself fear...and I love it.
His hands latch on to my bare thighs under my dress in a rough grip, and he startles a cry out of me when he suddenly yanks me down so that my legs are dangling over the edge of the table. I raise myself on my elbows, and the first thing I see is the way his lips slowly curve into a smirk.
It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and before I realize what I'm doing, a moan has already slipped past my lips, and my kidnapper laughs. "I haven't done anything yet."
Did he think I didn't know that? It's his fault that I'm so sensitive right now—-oh my God!
His head has disappeared under my skirt, and his tongue is already running up and down the flimsy scrap of lace covering my moist and swollen flesh. The pleasure of it is indescribable, and I find myself mindlessly moaning not because he ordered me to. I'm moaning because I can't help it. I'm just moaning over and over, and the pleasure only intensifies when he insists on tormenting me without even touching my womanhood. I feel him part my folds open over the lace, and the pleasure becomes excruciating; if I thought I had a chance of pushing him away, I would have, just so I could tear my panties off and finally feel his tongue and his fingers—-oh God, oh God, he's found my clit, and my moans start running into each other as my world spins out of control.
My body arches up as I come against his mouth—-
"Please—-"
I don't want him to taste my essence, but that's exactly what my kidnapper does, and oh God, oh God, is it because I'm such a dirty girl that the moment I feel him lapping it all up, I forget all about resisting and end up clutching his head so I can have more?
He really is my dream and nightmare come true, and when he's all done licking me clean, I'm limp and dazed. I'm completely incapable of thinking, and it's how Mr. Sinister catches me off guard as he pulls me close to whisper in my ear—-
"My name..."
Oh God.
"...is the Dutch word for 'raven'."
He pulls back, and I stare at him in open-mouthed shock.
His lips curve into a smirk, and I realize he's tricked me again.
I don't speak a word of Dutch, so how the heck could I know what's Dutch for raven?
"Unfair!"
He only laughs as he sweeps me back up in his arms, and the sound makes my heart so that it eviscerates my annoyance in an instant. I really did think he was being silly for punishing me because I simply made him laugh, but now that I know who he is—-
It makes perfectly heartbreaking sense, and it has me wrapping my arms so tightly around his neck that my kidnapper grunts in surprise.
"What is it?"
I don't answer because I know he'll just punish me again.
It's enough that I know.
And what I know is that my kidnapper believes human emotions like love and laughter are forbidden to monsters like him.
The Raven
An urgent "work" call takes Mr. Sinister away just as we finish brunch, and I suddenly find myself entrusted to Gerard. I worry that things will be awkward since I saw him in that video, but Gerard's surprisingly playful charm squashes all of my concerns in an instant.