Chapter 160

The Prey

I didn’t know when I was shifted from the hardness of the wall to the silky sheets.

It was a dilemma of desires. Of bodies.

His mouth was on mine again and hurried hands pulled at the strings of my dress. I barely had time to react before I was flipped on my stomach with a gasp. “Judas…”

“Don’t stop me, Ptichka… I will not be able to.”

I didn’t know where his body ended and mine began anymore. He moved above me, against me, within me. Frantically, almost desperate, and for a moment, I swear he forgot I was a human, flesh and bone in his cruel hands.

I wanted to remind him that if he wouldn’t stop even if I begged.

“Wait…” The word tumbles from my lips when his hands cupped my core. I was overwhelmed. My hand presses to his chest—futile attempts to tame him. “Slow down,” I panted before turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.

He froze and so did I, his breath hitched like I’d stolen it straigh