Maren
Marik’s weight leaned against me as his mouth dug into mine, his knuckles a sharp lump driving into my low waist as he worked his belt buckle free.
I pulled away to grant my lungs air. “When will Captain Cenek be done with his meeting?”
The stupid man misunderstood me, shaking his uniformed pants down his hips and standing before me in a pair of white briefs. “He’s interrogating a prisoner, we have time.” He came for me again, thrusting his knees on either side of me. “I’ve never been with a woman like you.”
“That’s nice,” I murmured, scrutinizing the room. Two windows on either side of the fireplace, a low ceiling over our heads, and water drifting through the air, trapped in every pore of the stone walls. No weapons mounted nearby. I’d strapped my knife to my hip, and if he continued the invasion of his brash pelvic bones against my frame, he’d no doubt find it.
I pulled my mouth from his again. “I’m thirsty. Could I have some water?”
Mihaunahelp me, I didn’t want tohurtthe poor idiot simply for falling into my trap. But his moon-damned hands burrowed into the laces of my corset, pulling it free. It fell to the floor, my unlaced dress hanging open without it.
“Wait—”
He shuddered, his palms breaching the boundaries of my dress and splaying roughly across my stomach, driving up to my breasts.
Stone walls became wooden.
“Stop,” I commanded him, batting one of his hands away with the swing of my arm.
Wooden walls. Shrinking, shrinking, shrinking. Stale breath over my neck.
He acted as though he couldn’t hear me, suddenly drunk with my flesh. A growl vibrated within me. To Perpetuum and back. Just minutes ago, I’d wondered if using my siren body had been a flimsy strategy against the mind of a human man.
Now I wondered if it hadn’t quite been flimsy enough.
His hand slid down the narrow path of my belly toward the intersection of my thighs, and all too suddenly, I was finished with the entire experiment.
Hands shoved my knees apart.
My arm shot out, cupping his manhood with my fingers.
He let out a full-bodied sigh at my touch. In the center of my palm, I clutched his precious cargo, drawing every drop of blood within his veins into them. They grew, the water within him obedient to my call. And grew. And grew.
I’m not sure what it feels like when one’s testicles suddenly expand. But whatever it was, it finally cut through his arousal and made him go still as a corpse.
Through gritted teeth, I hissed, “I said, ‘stop.’ Remove your hands.”
Marik did so at once, raising both palms in the air, his eyes wide. “What—”
“Back up,” I said, pushing off the wall. I walked him in reverse to the nearest chair so forcefully he fell into the seat. Face pale, he spread his legs, desperate to see what I was doing. “When a lady tells you to stop, you need to listen.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, breathless. “Please—”
But I barely heard him over the rasp of oily skin against my ear. Rough hands across my thighs. The walls around me wooden and flexing. The room tiny. The air damp.
Not to worry. I will make it fast.
“Do not move,” I warned, shaking the memory away as I reached with a blind arm for his pants. Iron cuffs hung from his belt, and I stripped them free.
“Don’t—don’t burst them,” he cried, staring down at his crotch in horror.
“I won’t if you sit still.”
“They’re going to burst.”
I prodded at the water within him, ensuring they wouldn’t, but there seemed to be plenty of room left for them to swell. “You’re fine,” I snapped, propping a knee onto his lap to better reach the back of the chair over his head. “Put your hands up.”
