Page 37 of Serpent In White

“Cut the act, Abdiel,” he interrupts me, tone sharp, yet still somehow smooth, like a blade. “We both know why you’re here. Is there something you want to say to me?”

I gawk at him with wide eyes. I don’t know what to say, or if I could even make words right now.

Does he know…?

“Yes, I know what you were just thinking, Abdiel Harmony,” he seethes, abruptly grabbing me by the shirt and hauling me up to his face, until I can feel his breath over my lips. I’m startled fast, my heart jackhammering in my chest. “Now, I’ll ask you again… What do you have to say for yourself?”

My lips shiver through the words, “Okay, yes. I saw you. I saw you and… your brother. Head Priest.” I’m shaking so hard he can probably feel it, and I desperately want to look away from those penetrating eyes, but I can’t. I’m stuck. “I’m sorry. It was wrong.”

“Yes, it fucking was,” he growls.

“It was. I shouldn’t have done it,” I breathe unsteadily through my nerves. Not the time, I know, but my dick is as solid as stone right now.

“Then why did you?” He leans over me more, and I try to back up until we’re almost horizontal on the couch.

“I…” I can’t answer. I don’t know how to. And I don’t know what to do with my hands.

My arms are just lying limp at my sides, so I place both of my palms on his chest. I’m not sure why… Maybe to keep him back. Or maybe to touch him. I have no clue.

Either way, he doesn’t like it, and he releases my shirt, grabbing my wrists in his hands, pinning them down at my sides while he leans in closer, visibly clenching his jaw.

“I was curious.” My voice trembles with the rest of my body. “I was desperate to find out what Head Priest does in that room. The solitude… I had to know.”

He glares at me, fire burning in his eyes, swirls of deep brown and amber, like molasses and honey. Then he sucks in a breath, eyelids drooping in a slow blink as his right hand circles my left wrist, thumb pressing hard into my pulse point.

“So you watched everything, did you, young servant?” He hovers over me, holding me down in such a way that I’m not even sure is against my will.

I mean, I know itshouldbe. But having him on top of me like this, this much older, admittedly a bit terrifying man… It’s turning me on like crazy.

“Yes,” I gulp on a raspy breath as his hips press forward into mine, just a bit. Just enough for me to whimper a little. I can’t help it. It just came out. “Yes, I watched.”

“And you liked it…” he whispers, gripping my wrist hard enough that I might have bruises. My cock thumps in my pants.

“Yes, I really liked it,” I gasp, and he hums.

“You touched yourself afterward, didn’t you?” He lurches in, eyes locked on mine.

I hesitate, and his eyes narrow. “Yes. I did.”

Heat spreads up my neck onto my cheeks at admitting something like that to him. I don’t even know him. This is the first real interaction we’ve ever had, and he’s on top of me, cracking open my head like an egg to let the yoke of my thoughts run out.

“Don’t be embarrassed, young servant,” he croons. “I like to watch sometimes, too.”

“How do you keep doing that?” I grunt up at him, wanting to lift my hips to grind my erection on him a little.

I know it’s ridiculous. That’s the last thing I should be thinking, but I can’t stop…

And now he’s grinning at me, a wicked curve of his lips as his pupils dilate.

“You can hear my thoughts.” I blink at him in fascination.

He pauses for a moment, before grinding his hips into me, giving me that friction I was just pleading for in my mind. “I can.”

“How is that possible?” I ask on a moan. “Does it have something to do with what you injected into Head Priest?”

“You’ll have to be specific, kid.” He moves his lips down to my ear. “I injected him with two things that night.” He extends his tongue to my earlobe, and I shiver so hard, it’s like I’m convulsing.

God, this is hot. Why am I letting him do this?? I don’t even know him…