Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
As if to prove my fear, Alena repeats, “I want my own room. I can’t share a room with a man.”
Dammit.
If only I could speak into her mind without the risk of terrifying her.
But I can’t take the chance she’ll block me out again and completely sever our connection.
Not believing what I’m about to say out loud for my entire family to hear, I cringe inside and want to die. “I’ll give you all the kisses you want if you share a room with me.”
From upstairs, there’s a belt of laughter before it’s quickly smothered.
Vampiric hearing, you just can’t get away from it sometimes.
A hot gush of arousal floods through the bond.
Fuck me.
Her face lights up and she grins. “Yes, please.”
I swing her into my arms, and her lust and desire pulses through my body.
Racing through the entry room and into the kitchen, I grab the bag of fast food someone thoughtfully left on the counter.
Then I all but rip the door to the basement off the hinges.
Alena tries to protest against the speed I’m moving at, but I don’t slow until we’re in our designated bedroom and the door is closed behind us.
Andrei was right, though. There’s not much shit in here that can be broken.
There’s a bed, a dresser, and a lamp.
That’s it.
Nothing fancy, but I’ve survived in much worse conditions.
At least everything smells clean.
I feel guilty, though, that Alena has to live in such lowly accommodations.
This is not how I would choose to spend our first night together.
But I must admit, it’s a tremendous step up from the hovel I originally planned to turn her in.
“Do I get more kisses yet?” Alena asks. “You promised me as much as I wanted.”
All the blood in my body rushes to my cock.
I want to kiss the fuck out of her and never stop, but I must take care of her first.
Her wellbeing will always be my first priority.
“Soon,” I assure her, then quickly change the subject. “I’m sorry for the lack of amenities, but this is our only option.”
We’ve been shoved down here for a reason. A reason I don’t want her to know yet.
“It’s… perfectly fine,” Alena says, and tries to push her way out of my arms. “I haven’t slept in a real bed in almost ten years.”
“What?” I say, taken aback.
Searching the bond, I don’t get any emotions from her. Like she’s detached herself from what she just said.
Finally working her way free, she explains, “At the church, I slept on a glorified cot.” Walking over to the queen-size bed, her fingers trail over the thick quilt. “My blankets were quite rough. I think they changed them out whenever they softened.”
“I don’t understand. They didn’t let you have a real bed?”
“No,” she murmurs. “They thought I was evil, so they didn’t want me to have any luxuries.”
Trying not to spook her, I walk slowly around her and sit on the side of the bed.
“They hit you?” I ask gently.
The seething anger in my soul wants destruction.
“Oh yes,” she says matter-of-factly. “I was beaten almost every day, and often without a reason. Sister Agatha wanted to make sure I knew my place.”
How fucking barbaric, and yet they call us monsters.
I pat the bed beside me. “Come eat your food, my love.”
“Okay,” she says and sits down beside me.
The way she is behaving right now, without a trace of emotion, terrifies me. She’s acting like a ghoul who’s been glamoured to obey.
Pulling the burger out of the bag, I quickly unwrap it and hand it to her.
Alena’s motions are automatic as she slowly but deliberately eats the burger I gave her like it tastes like cardboard.
Handing her the carton of french fries, I ask, “How’s the burger?”
Staring at the wall, she slowly turns and focuses on my face. “Hmm?”
Inside the bond, there’s only silence.
Silence that’s too much like the void.
What the fuck is that wall doing to her?
“The burger? How did it taste?” I ask her again, wanting more of a reaction.
“It’s fine,” she says quietly and accepts the fries.
I quirk an eyebrow as she shoves a fry into her mouth. “Just fine? Should we avoid that restaurant in the future?”
Alena pops another fry into her mouth and thinks as she chews before her lips slowly curl into a smile. “Actually, no. These are divine and feel almost… sinful. I haven’t had fast food in years.”
Finally, I’m getting more out of her.
My lips match her smile. “Really?”
Alena bobs her head up and down, her mouth too full to speak, as she begins to eat with more gusto.
I watch her eat, enjoying how much she’s enjoying it.
On the verge of becoming fascinated again.
Little bursts of pleasure pulse through the bond with each bite she takes.
And I know I could ask her more questions. Prod for more information about her past.