Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2 Layna Snow (feel good books .txt) 📖

place like this?” he asked, showing his teeth in a lecherous smirk. And still, it wasn’t a turn off.

Darn her hormones!

Soph shook her head, she didn’t know how to answer him! Without her paper, or her voice, she couldn’t do anything! The man even held her hands down, so she couldn’t even try sign language.

But maybe…Sophie flexed her hand until her middle finger came into contact with his hand. She could barely reach, he was gripping her wrist, but it would have to do.  Once that contact was made, she managed to trace out some letters. I AM MUTE. NEED TO GE- but she didn’t get to finish because the man just chuckled and pressed his body close to hers.

Now his face was just inches from her, his breath minty fresh.

“Coming onto me, huh? Well, that’ll have to wait, baby. We have to get out of here before the Lesser comes back. He’s just a scout. You don’t want him to bring in his buddies. But… once we get to a safer place, how ‘bout I do some caressing, huh?” the wiggle of his eyebrows was suggestive. And might have been funny, if his eyes weren’t burning up.

Oh, and if she couldn’t feel something hardening against her leg.

Damn! She hadn’t been flirting with him! How could he think that? Okay, so he didn’t know that she was mute. He couldn’t know that she was drawing letters. But still. If ignorance wasn’t an excuse in court, she wouldn’t let it excuse his behaviour either.

So, she showed him what she thought the only way she could. With a glare.

Oh, she understood what he was saying. They needed to go. For whatever reason, he seemed to be helping her. But it still didn’t sit well. This guy could be a Human. He could also be something else. They were in Hell and Demons were known to trick people.

But, this guy spoke English, even if it did have a slight accent. Did he know that was what she spoke… er understood? And if so, how?

All she knew was that she would feel a lot better with her gun. So when he let her up, she immediately went for her pack. Again.

She was ready, waiting, to be tackled again. She didn’t lunge for the bag, simply moved towards it. But he didn’t take her down.

Instead, she felt him grab her wrist. When had he gotten so close? She had moved a few feet away, but he stood right behind her, his armor slowly leaning into her back.

“Really? Didn’t we cover this? I thought that you had understood me. You were quiet when I ordered. But maybe you don’t speak English. Hmm.” He said, as if he was mulling it over. At the same time, he angled his body more in line with hers, pressing his pelvis against her butt.

“Nice.” He whispered, before wrapping his arm, and hers, around her. “You’re going to have to follow directions. Deja la bolsa. Tenemos que irnos, ahora.” Because her father taught her Spanish, she knew that the guy had said to forget the pack and that they had to leave. But no matter what language he spoke. She wouldn’t be able to respond.

No, a car accident six years ago stole that ability from her. And there was nothing she could do about it.

She shook her head, which just rasped against his facial hair—Oh gosh, did that ever feel erotic!—but that didn’t seem to be enough.

“Oh come on! You can ignore me all you like. Oh hell, no you can’t! I will prove to you how persistent I can be. But at a later time! You don’t want to see what else could be coming. And really, I can’t fight them if I’m worried about your sweet behind!”

Sweet? Gosh! He obviously had been missing female company for a while!

Her butt was too big, it always took up way too much room in her jeans. Not that the rest of her was small either. She had always been a little chubby. Her father used to call her his little Chunky-monkey, while Annie was well, slightly thinner—she did play sports after all. For this person—Demon?—to think she was attractive was like some cosmic joke. At her expense.

Soph shook her head again and nodded to the pack. She needed to get her stuff. He couldn’t leave it! Not only did it have her weapons, but it also contained some of her favorite things. There was a locket that Annie gave her on their 16th birthday. The picture of her family. And a few other objects that she treasured. She couldn’t just leave them.

She wouldn’t!

Sophie struggled, pulling against his arm. But it was no use. The guy was strong! Effing strong! And all she seemed to do was make him mad.

“Aren’t you a brat? Trying to top from the bottom, huh? Well, if we weren’t in the Outer, I’d spank your ass until it turned red.”

Sophie gasped. Heck, she would have whimpered and for once she was happy that she had no vocal-cords. This way, she could keep that needy sound to herself. But she felt her body respond anyways. A tight liquid clench in her tummy. One she’d never have imagined she’d feel at the thought of smacks on her bottom!

“Too late.” The voice growled in her ear.

Well, that sounded ominous. Was he really planning on spanking her?

Sophie looked over her shoulder, turning slightly so that she could see. And, she had wished she hadn’t.

Beyond him the darkness was alive. Or at least, things in the darkness were. Beings seemed to spring from the blackness, scurrying forward towards the light. They weren’t just on the ground. No, they clung to the walls like insects, pulling their misshapen bodies forward. These weren’t the same things as the little creature before. No, these were worse.

Their