Alle Kapitel von Burning For My Husband's Son: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

VEDAThe mattress dipped under his weight. Zane came down on top of me, his bare chestburning against mine. His hands wrapped around my wrists, slamming them up into theheadboard. Rough wood scraped the back of my knuckles. I jerked my arms, but his gripdidn't give. His mouth dropped into the crook of my neck, stubble rasping against my throatlike sandpaper. He exhaled hard against my collarbone, blowing hot air over my wet skin."Zane," I rasped.The dark took the word. He didn't answer. His hands let go of my wrists, his palms draggingdown my forearms, over my ribs, yanking my silk nightgown past my waist. Freezingbedroom air hit my stomach, and then his chest slammed back down, trapping the heatagainst me.His fingers bit into my inner thighs, forcing my knees wide. My hips rose on their own to meethim, my back arching off the sheet. He shoved himself forward into the space between mylegs, the hard ridge of his body pressing flat against the thin silk covering my core.Za

VEDASilas left for the city a few minutes after breakfast.I stood by the grand staircase and watched his black town car drive down the graveldriveway. The iron gates swung shut behind it with a dull, final thud. Then the house went soquiet I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.My hand was still throbbing. So, I went into the kitchen, turned the tap to cold, and stuck myhand under it. The water hissed over my raw knuckles where the tea had splashed earlier,and I closed my eyes until the sting dulled into something bearable, tiny shivers climbing upmy forearm with every second under the cold.My other hand drifted to my collarbone out of habit. Bare skin. No chain, or the cold weight ofsilver resting there. Just the memory of the soft click of Silas’s briefcase latch this morning,his eyes fixed on the leather, never once rising to meet mine.I shut off the tap, wiped my hand on a towel, and reached into my bag for the heavy glassbottle of vitamins. Then, I shook two yellow

VEDAI dragged the back of my hand down the front of my gown, over and over, trying to scrape offthe greasy layer of ointment Zane had smeared across my skin.I waited until the heavy oak door of the kitchen clicked shut behind him.The moment the lock clicked, my knees gave out.I didn't sink slowly. My legs gave way, and I hit the hardwood floor hard enoughto make my teeth slam together. I pressed my forehead against the cold floorboards, takingshort, shaky breaths that still tasted of mint cream and stale tea.My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I shoved them under my thighs and pressed my full weightdown on my bruised knuckles, trying to force the trembling to stop.The water he gave me had soaked the collar of my gown, leaving a cold, wet patch againstmy skin.Using the corner of the wall for support, I pulled myself back to my feet. My legs moved ontheir own, carrying me up the narrow service stairs to my floor.The moment I stepped into my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and

VEDAEvery step down that hallway felt like dragging my feet through wet cement. My heels didn'tmake a sound, but I felt heavier with every step anyway.The sundress had felt light when I put it on earlier today. Now it stuck to my ribs, damp andclingy. My palms wouldn't stop sweating. I kept wiping them on my thighs and it didn't matter,they just went right back to sweating.Five hundred dollars. That number wouldn't leave my head.I'd been hoping to have until Sunday's account review to put the money back. But Silascame home early.The second he walked through that door, his eyes found me at the bottom of the stairs, andhe said five words that turned my blood to ice.The mahogany doors to his study sat at the end of the hall. Dark wood panels boxed themin, and two old bronze lamps threw long shadows across the rug.I stopped a few feet away.My chest went tight. A shaky little breath caught somewhere in my throat.I balled my hands into fists, dug my nails into my palms, hard

ZANEThe bedroom was dead quiet, but inside my chest, the silence sounded like a bomb tickingdown.Every creak of the old oak floorboards outside in the corridor, every faint rustle of the windagainst the tall glass windows made my muscles lock tight. We were fifty feet from Silas’sstudy. One footstep down the hall, one turn of the doorknob, and the whole house wouldblow wide open.But I didn’t care. Every breath scraped down my throat like acid, and I wanted more of it.Veda’s head thudded back against the wooden headboard, her dark hair spilling over thewhite linen like ink. Her mouth was open, taking in short, frantic gasps of cool air, but Islammed my palm over her lips before the sound could leave her throat."Shh," I growled into her ear, my chest heaving against her bare breasts where her dresshad been pulled down to her waist."Keep your mouth shut, Veda. You scream, and he walksthrough that door."Somewhere down the hall, a door opened and shut. Footsteps crossed th