Captivated: Spellbound (Book Two) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Trinity Night
the passport. It was of a pretty young brunette woman. The date was 1982. I couldn’t read the name because it was in Russian. Who was it? Why was it out here? It looked like some kind of occult magic box. Who was that woman? Was she still alive?
I put everything back in the box. My heart pounded. 1982— Alexi probably wasn’t even born yet. I sighed with relief. Whoever had hidden this passport with all these voodoo objects was almost definitely not Alexi. Still, I had to wonder. This was his land, and his parents, and grandparents before him. Someone in the Petrenko family was responsible for this. His father? His grandmother the gypsy? I had to hide it before he found out I knew. I didn’t want to bring up some dark family secret and get in the middle of something messy. I took it behind the coal shed and buried it several feet below the soil. I’d pretend I’d never seen it.
By the time I was done hiding the evidence it was getting dark. I’d only finished turning over about a quarter of the field. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow.
Chapter Six
I was so dirty and so sore from working all day, a sink bath wouldn't be enough. There was a washroom with a big tub on the other side of the living room. I took my heat stick and a full bucket of water and brought it to the bathroom. It only took about ten minutes for the heat stick to heat the water to near boiling so I poured it in the tub.
Then I had to go back out the well, pull up another bucket, and lug it into the house to heat. I repeated this process about five times until I had a full tub of hot water. I grabbed my toiletries from my bedroom and took them to the bath.
I removed my clothes and slipped into the hot water. It was heaven. I don’t think I’d ever been so grateful for a bath in my life. My tired, sore muscles eased into relaxation as I washed my sweaty body with a bar of handmade soap that sat on the edge of the tub. It smelled of lavender and honey. I rubbed shampoo in my hair and slipped down under the water.
I put conditioner in my hair and then began to shave my legs. I was getting more muscular and losing body fat. I didn’t think that was possible. I was eating sausage and full-fat milk, yet my body was getting more toned. I rinsed my legs and the conditioner out of my hair.
When I was finished shaving, I lay still in the warm water. It felt so good. The dim, single bulb, that lit the room, flickered. I prayed the electricity wouldn’t go out. That was all I needed— no electricity.
I ran my hand down my body and thought of Alexi. I wished he were there with me— in the tub, caressing my body with his big smooth hands. The thought of him was instantly arousing, and I tilted my head back as I stroked the insides of my thighs. Gliding up toward my pussy, I felt sensation tingle across my whole frame. I pushed a finger inside my lips and tickled the growing mound of my clit, absently, not committed to anything. I just played with myself, letting the sensation wash over me, thinking of Alexi’s mouth on my pussy, this dick in my mouth.
But I was so sore and tired. I didn’t have the energy to get myself off. Plus, I’d rather leave that for Alexi to do. It would only be a few more days until he returned and every time we played, it was so intense. Masturbation seemed an insult to it. I rose from the tub, letting the water drip down my glistening body. I patted myself dry and put on some underwear and a tank top. By the time my head hit the pillow, I was already asleep.
***
I woke up and washed out the peasant outfit. Alexi said he wouldn’t be back for a few days, so I took the opportunity to wash the filthy dress and shirt and hang it on a line in the front yard. I put on jeans and a tank top, and plenty of sun screen to work in the garden. It took me all day to finish turning over the soil in the back garden. I stopped several times to eat and wash my hands. I had to bandage them up because I was getting pretty
I put everything back in the box. My heart pounded. 1982— Alexi probably wasn’t even born yet. I sighed with relief. Whoever had hidden this passport with all these voodoo objects was almost definitely not Alexi. Still, I had to wonder. This was his land, and his parents, and grandparents before him. Someone in the Petrenko family was responsible for this. His father? His grandmother the gypsy? I had to hide it before he found out I knew. I didn’t want to bring up some dark family secret and get in the middle of something messy. I took it behind the coal shed and buried it several feet below the soil. I’d pretend I’d never seen it.
By the time I was done hiding the evidence it was getting dark. I’d only finished turning over about a quarter of the field. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow.
Chapter Six
I was so dirty and so sore from working all day, a sink bath wouldn't be enough. There was a washroom with a big tub on the other side of the living room. I took my heat stick and a full bucket of water and brought it to the bathroom. It only took about ten minutes for the heat stick to heat the water to near boiling so I poured it in the tub.
Then I had to go back out the well, pull up another bucket, and lug it into the house to heat. I repeated this process about five times until I had a full tub of hot water. I grabbed my toiletries from my bedroom and took them to the bath.
I removed my clothes and slipped into the hot water. It was heaven. I don’t think I’d ever been so grateful for a bath in my life. My tired, sore muscles eased into relaxation as I washed my sweaty body with a bar of handmade soap that sat on the edge of the tub. It smelled of lavender and honey. I rubbed shampoo in my hair and slipped down under the water.
I put conditioner in my hair and then began to shave my legs. I was getting more muscular and losing body fat. I didn’t think that was possible. I was eating sausage and full-fat milk, yet my body was getting more toned. I rinsed my legs and the conditioner out of my hair.
When I was finished shaving, I lay still in the warm water. It felt so good. The dim, single bulb, that lit the room, flickered. I prayed the electricity wouldn’t go out. That was all I needed— no electricity.
I ran my hand down my body and thought of Alexi. I wished he were there with me— in the tub, caressing my body with his big smooth hands. The thought of him was instantly arousing, and I tilted my head back as I stroked the insides of my thighs. Gliding up toward my pussy, I felt sensation tingle across my whole frame. I pushed a finger inside my lips and tickled the growing mound of my clit, absently, not committed to anything. I just played with myself, letting the sensation wash over me, thinking of Alexi’s mouth on my pussy, this dick in my mouth.
But I was so sore and tired. I didn’t have the energy to get myself off. Plus, I’d rather leave that for Alexi to do. It would only be a few more days until he returned and every time we played, it was so intense. Masturbation seemed an insult to it. I rose from the tub, letting the water drip down my glistening body. I patted myself dry and put on some underwear and a tank top. By the time my head hit the pillow, I was already asleep.
***
I woke up and washed out the peasant outfit. Alexi said he wouldn’t be back for a few days, so I took the opportunity to wash the filthy dress and shirt and hang it on a line in the front yard. I put on jeans and a tank top, and plenty of sun screen to work in the garden. It took me all day to finish turning over the soil in the back garden. I stopped several times to eat and wash my hands. I had to bandage them up because I was getting pretty
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