by Zaires, Anna
Her dress is in the way, so I tear it open at the bodice, too impatient to figure out all the hooks and zippers. She’s braless underneath, and her breasts spill into my hands, round and perfect, tipped by gorgeous brown nipples. My mouth waters at the sight, and I bend my head, sucking one into my mouth. It tastes like salt and berries, like everything I’ve never known I craved, and as she arches into me with a gasping cry, her small hands fisting in my hair, I know I’ll never get enough of her.
It’s utterly impossible.
My cock is so hard it hurts, my balls tight against my body as I switch my focus to the other nipple, sucking it in deep before biting down with calculated force. She cries out again, her nails digging into my skull, and I soothe the sting with gentle strokes of my tongue before delivering another bite of pain.
She’s panting now, writhing underneath me, and I know I was right about her, about our compatibility in this regard. The beast in me calls to its mirror image in her, heightening the dark chemistry between us. Pain and pleasure, violence and lust—they’ve coexisted since the dawn of time, feeding on one another, forming a sensual symphony like no other.
A symphony that I intend to play with her.
Releasing her nipple, I move down her body, ripping her dress in half along the way. It was a fine, pretty dress, but I’ll buy her another. I’ll buy her everything, take care of her every need. She’ll never go hungry, will never know want again. Because she’s mine now, her body and her mind, her secrets and her fears and her desires.
I want it all from her.
Gripping her hands, I pin them at her sides as I trail burning kisses over her heaving ribcage, her flat belly, the vulnerable V under her navel. She’s wearing a white thong, and I rip it off as well, then pin her hands again as I continue my oral exploration of her body. It’s beautiful, all slim and toned, her bronze skin like warm silk under my lips. The hair on her pussy is delicate and fine, as if it’s just growing out after a waxing, and jealousy sears me like hellbroth as I imagine her grooming herself for an ex-boyfriend… for some man who isn’t me.
Never again.
No one else will ever touch her.
I will eviscerate any man who tries.
Her breaths speed up as my lips approach her sex, the muscles in her thighs tightening even as her legs part and her hips rise off the table. She wants this, badly, and though I’m dying to taste her fully, I prolong her torment by nuzzling just the outside of her tender folds, breathing in her scent and letting the anticipation build.
“Nikolai, please…” Her voice quivers, her hands flexing in my grasp as I kiss and lick at the seam of her slit, giving her just a fraction more. “Oh God, please, just—” She gasps as my tongue finally delves between her folds, and I lap at the creamy evidence of her desire, tasting her sweet, rich essence. She’s everything I’ve imagined, everything I’ve ever wanted, and my cock throbs violently with the need to be inside her, to slide deep into her tight, wet heat. Instead, I find her clit and greedily attack it, alternately sucking and licking, and as she comes with a choked cry, I push two fingers into her spasming flesh, intensifying her orgasm and preparing her for what’s to come.
Because I won’t be gentle when I take her.
I can’t be.
Not this time.
44
Chloe
Aftershocks are still rippling through my body when I open my eyes to find Nikolai leaning over me, one hand propped on the table next to me and the other possessively cupping my sex, two long, thick fingers buried inside me. His eyes are narrowed fiercely, his jaw taut. “I’m going to fuck you now.” His voice is hard and guttural, dangerously savage. “Do you understand?”
I do. It’s a warning as much as a statement of fact.
This is happening, and there’s no going back.
The sane part of me wants to run, to shrink back from the dark intensity in his stare, even as something twisted in me revels in his loss of control, in the raw, unvarnished hunger on his face. His smooth black hair is disheveled from my fingers, his lips glistening with my wetness, and the top buttons on his shirt are missing, as if he’s ripped them off.
This is not the elegant, sophisticated man who mandates rigid meal times.
It’s the feral being I’ve sensed lurking underneath.
“I…” I wet my lips, my body clenching on his fingers. “I understand.”
His jaw flexes violently, and then he’s on me, his lips and tongue consuming me as his fingers thrust deeper, finding a spot that makes sparks dance at the edges of my vision. He tastes like the forest, primal and wild, his cedar-and-bergamot scent mixing with the musky undertone of my arousal. Gasping into his mouth, I arch against him, clutching at his sides as he starts to fuck me with those fingers, driving them into me with a hard, relentless rhythm that makes tension skyrocket in my core. I can feel the orgasm barreling at me with the speed of a runaway locomotive, and then it’s crashing over me, blasting me with white-hot, dizzying pleasure.
Panting, I sprawl bonelessly on the hard surface of the table, but Nikolai’s not done with me. Before I can recover, he pulls out his fingers and pushes away from me. Forcing open my heavy eyelids, I watch as he pulls down his zipper and rolls a condom onto his erection.
A very large erection.
I was right about his size. He’s bigger than any guy I’ve known.
A frisson of purely feminine alarm snakes through me, but he’s already over me, gripping my wrists to pin them above my head as he claims my lips in another scorching kiss. The broad, thick head of his cock prods at my entrance, and finding it, presses in.
I’m wet and soft from the two orgasms, but the stretch still burns, my body struggling to accommodate his size as he slides deeper. A sound of distress escapes my throat, and he stills, lifting his head.
Breathing heavily, we stare at each other, and unbidden, his words come to me. Crazy words, about predestination and threads of fate… about the inevitability of us. I still don’t know if I believe it, but I can’t deny the powerful connection that thrums between us, can’t refute that this feels more like bonding than mere sex.
He must feel it too, because the savage fire in his eyes intensifies and his grip on my wrists tightens. “Yes, zaychik…” His voice is a deep, dark rasp. “You’re mine now.”
And with a heavy push, he thrusts in all the way.
The shock of the invasion is still reverberating through my body as he begins to move, his eyes locked on mine. His strokes are ruthless, so hard and deep they hurt, but the pain is soon edged out by a darker kind of pleasure, one that’s only partially related to the fresh tension coiling in my core. Each merciless thrust slams his pelvis against mine, pressing on my clit, but it’s the look in his eyes that drives my arousal higher and sends another orgasm blasting through me.
It’s a look of possessiveness, complete and total, mixed with something dangerously tender and intense.
He comes a few moments after I do, still holding my gaze, and my heart pounds wildly as I watch his gorgeous face contort with the pleasure-pain of his release as he grinds into me, emptying himself deep inside my body.
It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced, and the most beautiful.
Our bodies are still joined, my wrists held captive in his grasp, when he lowers his head and presses the softest, sweetest kiss to my lips, then lays his cheek against mine, his warm breath washing over my bare shoulder. I want my hands free so I can hold him, but this feels right too, comforting in some strange way. The table is cold and hard under my back, my inner flesh throbbing from his rough possession, but I feel utterly at peace, my rapid breathing slowing as every remnant of tension drains from my body.
I could lie like that for hours, days, weeks, but after a few long moments, he stirs, raising his head to look at me with a tender smile. Releasing my wrists, he carefully withdraws from me and pushes up to stand. “You okay, zaychik?” he murmurs, running a warm, callused palm over my arm, and I
nod, blushing as I sit up.
“More than okay,” I admit, pulling together the edges of my torn dress as he disposes of the condom in a trashcan by the desk.
“Good,” he says softly, zipping up his pants. “Because we’re far from done.”
And scooping me up against his chest, he carries me out of the office.
45
Chloe
I half expect to run into Alina or Lyudmila, but we make it to Nikolai’s bedroom without encountering anyone. It’s a huge relief, given the state of my dress—and, I realize as I catch a glimpse of us in a mirror, my face and hair.
With my lips swollen from his kisses and my hair wild, I don’t just look freshly fucked.
I look ravished.
And that’s pretty much how I feel as he lays me down on his king-sized bed and begins to strip, volcanic heat kindling anew in his golden eyes. I don’t know if I’m up for more so soon, especially with the questions raised by the video hanging over us, but when he’s fully naked, his magnificent body bared to my gaze, I can’t find the will to protest as he climbs over me and takes my lips in a deep, tenderly erotic kiss.
It’s a lovemaking this time, not a fucking. He worships every inch of my body, bringing me to another orgasm with his lips and tongue before carefully sheathing himself in my sore flesh. Somehow, I manage to come again alongside him, and then, exhausted, I lie in his arms like a ragdoll before drifting off to sleep.
* * *
I wake up to the feel of being submerged in warm water. Blinking my eyes open, I realize we’re both half-lying in a bubble bath, with Nikolai spooning me from underneath so I don’t slip in and drown.
“Relax, zaychik,” he murmurs in my ear, running a soapy sponge over my breasts and stomach. “Close your eyes, let me take care of you.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. After the sleepless night I’ve had and with my body jellified by all those orgasms, I’m already drifting off to dreamland. Vaguely, I’m aware of him washing me all over, then lifting me out of the tub and wrapping a big, fluffy towel around me. At that point, I wake up enough to ask for privacy to use the bathroom, and then I stumble off to bed, where he’s waiting for me with a tray of food.
Sleepily, I let him feed me grapes, cheese, and various spreads on crackers—since we missed dinner in favor of sex and all—and then I pass out in his embrace, feeling safe, secure, and cared for.
Feeling like I’ve found my new home.
46
Chloe
We make love twice more throughout the night, with Nikolai giving me two orgasms each time, and by morning, I’m so sore I can’t move, yet so satisfied it’s worth it. Of course it’s possible I can’t move because his heavy arm is slung across my ribcage, securing me to him as he sleeps—almost like a child with a teddy bear.
Grinning at the incongruous thought, I carefully wriggle out of his embrace and tiptoe into the adjoining bathroom, where I find a brand-new toothbrush considerately laid out for me. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I brush my teeth and take care of business, then put on a huge, soft robe I find hanging on the door. It’s obviously his, but hopefully, he won’t mind if I wear it long enough to get back to my room.
He did destroy my dress, after all.
The thought is both disturbing and exhilarating, my pulse speeding up when I think about how he reacted when I proposed leaving. I don’t know what I’d thought his reaction would be when he learned of my predicament, but it wasn’t that.
Nothing is resolved between us, but there’s one thing I now know for sure, and it fills me with immense gratitude and hope.
Despite the danger I’ve brought with me, Nikolai doesn’t want me gone.
I’m not surprised to find him still asleep when I return to the bedroom. Between the jet lag and the long flight—plus all that sex—he must be exhausted. Holding up the sides of the robe to prevent it from dragging on the floor, I pad quietly toward the door, but as I’m passing by the bed, I can’t resist the urge to stop and stare at my new lover.
Because that’s what my gorgeous, mysterious Russian employer is now.
My lover.
Covered by a blanket up to his waist, he’s lying half on his side, half on his back, face turned partially toward me and one muscled arm folded above his head. Some men look younger in repose, softer, but not Nikolai. Sleep only enhances that dangerous, animalistic quality I’ve sensed in him—even as it heightens his striking male beauty. With those intense eyes closed, I can see just how long and thick his jet-black lashes are, how sharply carved his cheekbones. His lips are slightly parted, but even in this relaxed state, there’s something cynical in their curve, a wicked sensuality in the way their softness contrasts with the hint of stubble darkening the hard, molded lines of his jaw.
I could stand and stare at him for a solid hour, but that would be creepy, and in any case, I need to get back to my room and get dressed before the rest of the household wakes up. I don’t know what time it is, but judging by the soft light seeping through the blinds, it’s not long after sunrise—which makes sense, given how early I fell asleep last night.
With one last look at sleeping Nikolai, I tiptoe out of the room. As I hoped, nobody’s around, the house completely silent as I make my way to my bedroom. I’m not particularly embarrassed by what happened—sooner or later, everyone will know we’re dating—but Nikolai and I need to talk about it first, along with everything else.
I still feel terrible about endangering him and his family, and it’s only the knowledge that they have all those guards and security measures that’s preventing me from jumping into my car and fleeing anyway. Well, that and the fact that I still don’t have my car keys.
I’m going to seriously insist they get a locksmith here ASAP.
Stepping into my room, I close the door behind me and am about to take off the robe when I spot the figure on my bed.
My heart leaps into my throat, even as I recognize who it is.
“Did you and Kolya have a nice fuck?” Alina asks, rising to her feet—and as she comes unsteadily toward me, barefoot and wearing only a sheer peignoir, I see the overly bright glitter of her eyes and realize she’s on something.
Something way stronger than pot.
47
Chloe
“What are you doing here?” I demand, my heart rate kicking higher as she stops in front of me, swaying. If I had any doubts about her state, they dissolve as I take in her huge black pupils and smell the sickly sweet odor of her breath. For the first time since I’ve known Nikolai’s sister, she’s not wearing makeup, and her beautiful face is pale and puffy, her green eyes red-rimmed and underlined by shadows.
“I was waiting for you.” Her pretty lips are bloodless as they stretch into an uneven smile. “My brother wanted you to get paid for the first week by noon yesterday, but I didn’t feel well enough to get out of bed until later in the evening, so that’s when I came by to drop that off.” She waves a careless hand at the thick envelope sitting on the nightstand.
“You’ve been here all night?”
She laughs, a too-bright peal of a sound. “Don’t be silly. I dropped off the envelope and left. But I couldn’t sleep, so I swung by to check on you again this morning—and you still weren’t here. So…” Her gaze falls to my robe. “Did you have a nice time fucking my brother? Rumor has it, he’s got mad skills.”
Heat invades my face. “I think you better leave.”
“I will. Just tell me, Chloe… Have you already fallen for him? Did that handsome face of his fool you into thinking he’s your knight in shining armor, after all?”
I take a deep breath. “Alina, listen… I don’t know what beef you have with your brother, but I think it’s best if we talk when you’re feeling better. Nikolai and I have started dating, but that doesn’t mean—”
She sways toward me. “Poor child. He did fool you, didn’t he?”
“Uh-huh.” I grip her shoulders, steadying her; then I turn her around and march h
er toward the door. “We’ll talk more about this later.”
She twists out of my hold. “You don’t understand. I’m trying to help you.” Her glassy eyes are wide, imploring. “You need to listen to me. He’s just like him.”
I shouldn’t listen to anything she says in this state, but I can’t help myself. “Him?”
“Our father. Kolya is his carbon copy, in all ways.” She grips the lapels of my robe. “Do you understand? He’s a monster, a killer. He—” She stops, her face turning even paler as she realizes what she’s said.
Releasing my robe, she backs away as I stare at her, my stomach churning as every suspicion I’ve ever entertained about the Molotovs surfaces like a poisoned cork in a well. Alina is clearly out of her mind, but to call her brother a killer?
That’s not an accusation one throws around for no reason, even when drunk or high.
She’s already reaching for the door handle when I shake off my shock-induced paralysis and dash after her. “What are you talking about?” Grabbing her arm, I spin her around to face me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
She’s shaking her head, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Forget it. I just… didn’t want you to end up like her.”
“Her?”
“Just leave, Chloe. Go before it’s too late.”
I grit my teeth. “I can’t. Pavel lost my car keys. But even if I had them, there’s no way I’d just—”
“I found them. In Kolya’s nightstand drawer.”
I step back, reeling. “What? When?”
“Yesterday morning, when I went into Kolya’s room to get the cash for you.” Her jade-green eyes look haunted. “That’s when I knew.”