“You fall a lot.”
She remains silent.
There’s more to this story. But tonight isn’t the time to hear it. And besides, I don’t care.
“You should be more careful,” I say and slip my fingers into the band of her panties to push them down, letting them drop once they’re over the swell of her hips.
She gasps, is about to move to cover herself but I close my hands over hers and press against her. Can she feel the length of my cock against her back? Fuck.
“Don’t. Move.”
She turns her head a little and I see the wet skin around her eyes.
“Please don’t… Please…” her voice breaks.
“Be still. I’m only looking,” I say quickly, wondering why I do it. Why I give her any comfort. “But you must be still, or I’ll do more than look.”
There’s no point in fighting me. I have proven that already. She nods. I draw back and my breath catches at the sight of her standing against the wall, arms raised, her naked body exposed.
Fuck.
“Turn around.” I don’t sound like myself.
She glances over her shoulder before slowly turning. She doesn’t know what to do with her arms and instinctively moves to cover herself.
“No, Isabelle.”
She drops her arms to her sides and I let my eyes feast. Her hair is still over her shoulder obscuring one breast. It reaches to her waist.
“Push your hair back. I want to see.”
Her throat works to swallow as she raises her arms to obey me. I see the trembling of her hands. The sight makes me harder.
Her nipples are taut, breasts small but high and full. Less than a handful but I’ll manage. Her stomach is tight and her pussy shaved bare so I can see the slit of her sex between her legs. Fuck me, I can’t remember the last time I was so fucking hard for a woman.
I force myself to look at her eyes and find hers on my length. I wait, give her a chance to take it in, let her know I caught her looking when she drags her gaze back up to mine. I drag in a breath and wonder if I were to slip my fingers between her legs if she’d be wet.
I can smell her. A hint of arousal beneath that fear.
A low groan rumbles against my chest and she presses her back into the wall.
“Pick up your dress and panties.”
Confused, she steps out of them and lowers herself down, keeping one eye on me as she gathers them up.
“Shoes too.” They’re closer to me but rather than coming nearer, she sets her bare knees on the threadbare, disgusting rug and extends her arm to snatch them up. I watch her ass spread, wishing I was behind her to see more.
I adjust my dick. Tell it to be patient. It will come. She is mine. No need to rush.
She stands up, hugging her things to her body and I see the goosebumps across her skin. It’s cold down here. Even on the hottest summer day, it’s always cold and dank in this cellar. I remember it from when Zeke, Zoë and I would play down here before our father put the steel door in place. Before he locked it. Not that Zeke or I would ever come down here again after what happened, at least not when we were young. I wonder if he has since.
I blink, see her watching me, her head tilted a little. I have to be careful around this one. She’s observant. Too much so. I let my gaze drop to her breasts as I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt.
“You said—”
Her eyes grow wide and she hugs the dress to herself as if it could protect her from me. I don’t answer her but pull the shirt over my head and toss it onto the mattress. It’s a kindness. She’d better be fucking grateful.
Her eyes dart across my chest, my stomach, mouth growing wider at the ink curling around my shoulders. More of the dragons. But she hasn’t seen anything yet.