Page 66 of Dreadful

Sev’s stiff cock pushes against my ass, and I tilt my hips back to return the pressure. His hand tightens on my throat while the other ventures farther between my thighs. My T-shirt shifts up with our movements, but I don’t tug it back down, letting his fingers rest over my panties. Only a thin scrap of cotton separates my clit from the pleasure his dream promises us.

That last thought hits me.

Oh, god, is this wrong?

He’s asleep, and I’m letting him rub up and down my body. Granted, he told me not to wake him…but would he think I was taking advantage of him if I let this go any further?

Uncertainty wars with desire. Mixed with both is a strange sense of freedom. If he stays asleep, no one can witness or judge me for savoring this.

There’s always been a sense of shame deep down whenever I even think about enjoying anything sexual. Making myself come to the thought of Sever last night was the first time it didn’t feelwrong. This doesn’t feel wrong either, even though I know it should.

If I just let him have his way with me, I’m not taking advantage of him, right?

Fuck. It’s a fine line…isn’t it? I’ve craved him for days, so maybe that’s tainting my good sense. But that kiss earlier broke my will. His gentleness and the way he followed my lead took all the resistance I had left, and now it’s come to this.

Should I wake him up?

He said not to…

Yes, but…

“Sever?” I whisper.

“Talia,” he moans before his lips brush soft kisses along my neck. “Mia bella vipera.”

“A-are you awake?”

He moans something unintelligible in response, confirming my suspicion and further making me question my morals. While he might not be awake, his hands have a mind of their own. The one that ventured between my legs pulls my panties aside and swipes through my arousal.

Oh shit.

This is wrong, but God, it feels so right.

I should stop him.

“Sev, wake up—”

The hand on my neck swiftly moves up to my mouth and covers it. I try to open my lips, but his palm thoroughly seals them. I could scream. I could even bite him and wake him up, consequences be damned.

But when sex has always come with so much humiliation, there’s something…satisfying receiving it like this. My choice was taken from me years ago, but my instincts are telling me that I’m safe now. Thisismy choice, and it feels like the perfect scenario to let go.

No one has to know if I revel in the feelings he gives me. And if it goes too far, I’ll fight back, and he’ll stop, whether he’s asleep or not. He proved that to me with how enraged he was at the way Percy touched me without my permission. Sev defended me to Percy’s last breath, brutally and without hesitation. A man who does that would never harm a woman.

And as to whether I’m harming Sev? Well, if I don’t initiate anything on my own, then I’m not taking advantage of him, right?

Hell, I don’t know, but I stop trying to figure it out when he thrusts against my closed thighs.

I let him in.

His finger swirls around my opening before diving in, and I soften against him. My hips grind against his steel-hard shaft, barely restrained by his boxer briefs. I pretend it’s his cock as his fingers pump in and out of my channel, curving inside me. A light moan hums from my lips against his hand.

Sever groans back in response. “Sei mia.”

Mine.

Even asleep, he wields the word like a vow. Sheer bliss fills my chest. When his finger slowly withdraws from me, I whimper at the loss. He’s only gone for an instant, just long enough to shift behind me. His hand rests on my hip again, pushing my T-shirt up further, and he holds me close as his hot, naked tip prods the backs of my closed thighs again.

My eyes widen, and I hesitate, trying to decide if this is too much or just right.