Nadia managed to skitter her way up a few more floors to the east wing and onto the corridor that led to her room. As soon as she got inside, she shut the door and rested her back on it. She shut her eyes with chest heaving then busted into tears, mentally kicking herself for what she had let happen. As beautiful as the experience had been, she couldn't believe the reality of it. She had molested a chained and helpless man. All because she had been irresponsible enough to get herself intoxicated to the point where she couldn't even make out the difference between reality and illusion. And she felt even more guilty because she had wanted him right from the first moment she set her eyes on him. She felt terrible at the import of her actions.
After going through the episodes of her being the literal ‘mean girl’ in high school and then the first two years of college, she figured she had nipped that evil streak in the bud after realizing the hate she carried in her soul for the way her mother was taken from her was perpetually hurting one person – herself. And thereon, she had prided herself to be morally better than the rest of her family. Perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps she was exactly like the rest of her family. Perhaps who she was then was not a phase at all, but who she really was and being evil and decadence were in her DNA. She had gone and done exactly what any of her cousins would have done if they found themselves lusting after any of the house slaves. Her body shook as she cried.
After crying till her head began to throb, she got up, discarding her clothing one after the other, and went inside her bathroom to have a bath. Scrubbing her skin off of the evidence of the wonderful yet nightmarish night she spent with Angel, she couldn't stop the tears from pouring. She thought she was the most hypocritical person ever. She had always silently judged everyone around her, felt trapped in a world where exploitation and wickedness were the business, and now she had proven she was no better.
Afterwards, she dragged herself to her bed, crawled under the covers and cried yet again until she fell asleep.
A gentle knock from the door woke her sometime later.
"Miss Nadia?" her nanny's familiar voice sounded from the other side of the door, muffled by the closed door.
Nanny Viktoriya–or Nana as she had dubbed her since she was six–must have been worried and decided to come to check on her. She was like a second mother or rather a doting Aunt. Her father had hired the older woman when she was six and fortunately for Nadia, she had been there when her mother was killed by one of her family enemies. Nadia wondered how she would have coped with her mother’s demise, if not for the kind woman.
Her father had been more concerned about revenge and simply left her to be cared for by the new nanny. Even though she knew the other woman was handsomely paid, she suspected the reason she had stayed was because of her. She cringed when she called her ‘Miss Nadia’ again. She was the one who had insisted she addressed her as such when her tyrannical streak kicked in.
Nadia hated remembering who that girl was and how cold she had been. She would inherently be grateful that the other woman had had the patience of a saint and condoned all her nonsense until she grew out of it. And when Nadia tried to make her stop addressing her so formally, she stuck to her gun. Nadia thought she would have succeeded if not for the way her family treated hired help in general. It was even worse in her uncle’s household. Sometimes she wished they had stayed back in their house but then that could mean death. Her family had a cruel and violent history and as a result, there were always enemies at every corner wanting to kill them all off.
"I'm okay, Nana," Nadia said automatically, feeling vulnerable as she burrowed deeper into the covers.
“I brought food…”
“I’m not hungry,” she replied but then her stomach rumbled at the claim. The other woman pushed the door open anyway and the aroma of hot, barbecued steak, deep-fried veggies with shrimps and coffee filled the room. She sighed. Her nanny must have thought to bring her favorite meal to entice her. She has always been able to tell whenever she was in a shitty mood.
"You missed breakfast and lunch. You have been in your room all day, you need to eat something…" she said in protest as she went to place the tray laden with food on the coffee table at the right corner of the room.
The table with an oversized, cream-coloured reclining chair was set just by a side glass wall, overlooking a rose garden. She then pulled to the sides the heavy drapes, blocking the natural light, and causing the room to be illuminated with a bright but grey hue of the evening light. Nadia let out a sigh.
"Would you like me to run a bath for you?"
"No. I've already taken my bath," she replied, sounding dispirited, “thank you.”
The other woman came to sit on a small space by her side and raised a wrinkled hand to brush back the locks of hair, falling all over her face.
"What happened? Did you have a run-in with Daniel again? You know you can tell me…" she said in a gentle, soothing tone. Nadia shivered at the mention of her uncle’s second son. He was the strangest and meanest human she had ever had the misfortune to meet. And worse, he had this uncanny manner in which he looked at her in a somewhat shifty and lascivious way that made her uncomfortable. She hated being in the same room with me and he always did something to make her feel near homicidal.
"No. It has nothing to do with him. It is me, Nana, I really messed up," Nadia whispered and tears blurred her vision. She sat up and the other woman drew her into a hug.
"Tell me what happened. It must be bad for you to be like this. Share it with me, perhaps we can fix it."
"I don't know if this can be fixed…"
"Oh, Nadia. Tell me anyway…"
"I did something … bad to one of my uncle's um … slaves. "
"Nadia! Those poor creatures are already going through enough."
"I know…" she replied, her lips trembling.
"But since you are sorry, instead of beating yourself up, why don’t you seek the person out and apologize. I'm certain they will appreciate it…"
"You think so?" Nadia asked in a hope-filled tone, skeptical an apology could fix this one.
"I'm positive. People make mistakes. You are human after all. As long as you let this person know you are willing to make amends, they will surely consider letting it go… whatever it may be."
Nadia nodded, thinking of doing exactly that. Now, the problem was, how she would be able to get close enough to speak with Angel. Or have the courage to do it. She couldn't even understand how he happened to be in that room. She heard her uncle kept him and his kind in some underground building a few miles from the house. And why they needed to chain him was beyond her. She had seen him leaving the house with her uncle and had even seen him in her uncle's study more than once while her uncle spoke with his work friends. Which to her meant he was no danger to the Antonio Rufus family nor was he a mindless, dangerous beast like her cousins drone about. ‘Why then was he chained?’
She recalled her father had mentioned that her uncle was testing the captives’ blood to make some kind of cure for her youngest cousin – the one she had never met. And with how compliant Angel seemed around her uncle, she figured he and the others must have agreed to it, perhaps she was wrong. She was not naive. She knew part of what her uncle did for ‘work’ – everybody did. And no normal businessman would need the kind of security they have in her uncle’s house. Her father was a criminal all right, but her uncle was on another level. She hadn’t been in his house for long nor had she concerned herself with the happenings in the household but she hadn’t been blind to how cruel her cousins were to the house slaves, nor deaf because sometimes Daniel boasts about it at dinner time. She hated having to listen to the creep but she had no choice but to play the Ostrich with her head in the sand. Because there are times she suspected he was doing it to shock her and gauge her reaction. W
She took the elevator instead of the stairs and got to the ground floor in record time. She managed to stride out of the front door, still holding her book and walked purposefully in the direction she had seen the guards. When she got there, Angel was still sitting on the stretcher, He held his head in his hands even with cuffs around his wrists. As if he could sense her coming, he snapped up his face, watching her walk closer. Although it was dark the outdoor light shone dully over his feature, making it easy for her to see his eyes. He seemed disoriented for about a second and then his eyes shone with malice. Nadia felt her entire frame shake. She made herself hold his gaze, letting him see how contrite she was. That seemed to make his eyebrows draw together in a frown. Nadia used that time to jerk cold gazes at the guards and then she hissed. “Really? What sort of incompetence am I witnessing now?” she said in the most bitchy voice she had ever used, folding her arms against her
"I probably deserve everything you choose to do to me right now, but I need you to hear me out," she said in a rush and Angel watched her with a cold leveled gaze. "Hear you out? Did you give me such a chance before you use my body?" he said and watched her lips tremble. "I'm sorry, Angel. I am so sorry. I would never have done that if I wasn't under the influence. I promise you, it was a mistake. Angel… I." "Why?” Angel asked. “Why? I was not myself. I was intoxicated…” Nadia quickly replied, looking puzzled by the question and wondering why he was making her repeat herself. “Why wouldn't you have chosen to sleep with me? Is it because I am half human? A wolf-boy or beast-boy like your uncle guards like to call me?" "That's not what I meant…" "What then did you mean, Miss Nadia Rufus?" he enunciated in a cold, chilly way. His eyes were literally throwing daggers at her. "Your uncle and cousins do it all the time; use anyone they like just because they have guns and killing ga
"You smell good…" Angel said, and the statement made a moisture pool in between her legs. Angel growled deep in his throat as the scent assailed him. He reached for the silky shorts underneath and pulled them down her ankle. He then reached forward to cup her bum, and lift her up, making her widen her legs. Nadia breathed through parted lips then trembled when the tip of his tongue slowly stroked the hem of her vulva. "Angel!" she cried out as an intense pleasure shot through her. "You taste good too…" he rasped in response, then darted his tongue into her. Nadia moaned, gasping for air. The pleasure was profound. The position he had her in should make her quite modified, but what he was doing to her had turned her brains into cotton caddy. He was cupping her butt cheeks, with her legs open wide and his broad shoulders keeping them apart while his face was buried against her core. His rippling muscles bulged in the shadowy light, showing off his strength as he held her up, lapping
Nadia licked and suckled on him; she was whimpering at the sheer pleasure of getting to do this to him when lucid and with his consent. She wanted to pleasure him and have him enjoy the action as much as she was. She noted how unusually big he was. If she had gone on a date with a man of his length and size, she would have run straight out of the door if she saw him with his pants down. He wasn't freakishly big though but was enough to give pause. Knowing she had been able to accommodate him and had ridden and fucked him twice, she knew she could take him. The thought made her even wetter. Angel moaned and ran his finger through her hair. "Nadie," he rasped. She raised her eyes to look up into his. Even though she couldn't see his shadowed face, she could feel the heat of his eyes on her. "You want me inside you?" Angel asked even though he knew that was what she wanted. He could smell, and feel every one of her emotions. "Yes …" she whispered. Angel reached down to place his
Nadia quickly obeyed, panting in anticipation. Angel started to move inside her again, slowly this time while fighting down his beast and the animalistic instinct to sink his teeth into her flesh. It was hard and his beast did surface for a few seconds or so but he was able to keep him tamed as he mated with his woman -- truly mate with her for the first time. The pleasure was profound. "Angel! Please, don't stop," Nadia said in a shaky whisper. It felt so good, she wanted him to never stop. "Believe me, I can’t," Angel replied, sounding equally overwhelmed. Thinking his answer might not make sense to her, he added, “I will not.” His speech was a slow drawl as he spoke with his fangs extended. The experience shadowed the one they shared earlier and tripled all her expectations and even her daydreams. Nadia lost count of how many times he made her come. When Angel neared release, he grunted hard, holding her thighs in almost a painful grip, his claws dug into her flesh. Nadia whim
He lifted her off the ground, making her wrap her legs around his hips. Then he shifted position and sat down with his back to the tree. Nadia straddled him automatically. He didn't stop kissing her. Framing her waist he lifted her off of his thighs, positioned her to accept him and filled her up again. Nadia whimpered. Angel made her take all of him, cupping her ass. Nadia moaned. They both kissed each other fervently. "I want your mouth on me, Angel, " Nadia whimpered. "Tell me where," Angel rasped. "Here …" she breathed, reaching for his index finger and gently stroking it over her nipples. Angel moaned. He tilted her backwards, lowered his face to her chest and closed his lips around her left nipple. Nadia moaned as a shot of pleasure ricocheted inside her. Angel used his open palm to hold and stroked her back and stomach, sucking her persistently and making her cry out his name. He moved from one to the other, stroking the buds with his tongue and pulling them into his m
'I am so fucking screwed!' Angel thought as he forced himself to take one step at a time. And with every step taking him farther away from her, he could feel his beast feeling restless. “Calm down, bud, we can’t claim her in that way yet. By the way, it’s great to feel you again,” he muttered to himself. Angel took a deep breath, feeling the urge to shift and run wild but he knew he dared not. He fought the urge, knowing what would happen if he did. And God forbid if one of the guards saw him, that would mean another agonizing day of getting himself tranquilised and tested on like some lab rat! He growled deep in his throat. Untamed, primal power coursed through his veins, heightening the urge to go on a rampage. He tried taking breathing exercises, forcing himself to remember all the people raped, beaten, and shot just to get him to obey orders. The horrid memory fueled his anger but cooled the rebellious urge. A flurry of snow drifted in the air and his breathing sounded in his