by Alone Eagle
His eyes turned toward her, caught off guard.
She could hit alright.
She froze and bit her lip, maybe afraid she had overstepped the mark.
Vlad ran a hand down his face before teasing her, “That’s all you’ve got?”
Her eyes narrowed at him before she took her fighting stance again. Then, she leaned forward to punch him again, but he dodged it. She kicked him, nailing him in the chest making him grunt. He retreated from her, a devilish smile playing at his lips.
He liked fighting her.
Dahlia narrowed her eyes at him, maybe at his smirk before she shot forward to hit him again, but he went under her, twisting her body around and pulling her shirt over her head, discarding it to the side.
She screeched at him. The noise was painful to his ears.
“What? You can’t take off my clothes!”
He only shrugged and smirked. “I’m getting you prepared.”
Then, he playfully winked at her.
All he noticed was how she stood in her baby blue jeans, and her soft black bra. She was like the Goddess of death now. Her chest heaved in front of him. She stood up straight, before circling him, ready to attack.
That’s my girl.
She lunged for him again, but he blocked her punch with his forearm. Just then, she hit him in the stomach, making him wince. He glanced up at her smiley face and then grabbed her arms, managing to pin her hands behind her back. She tried to kick him, but he caged her legs in with his own. He leaned forward and clamped his teeth onto her neck.
She yelped and started scratching his back.
“No nails. That’s against the rules,” he murmured as a groan left his mouth.
“Are you serious? You’re biting my neck!” she yelled at him, breathless.
“I don’t think I can hit you. I feel if I do, you will probably die,” Vlad said, his face amused now, pulling away from her, and putting a distance between them.
Dahlia frowned at him, her hand touching the spot that was freshly bitten.
“You don’t play fair,” she muttered under her breath.
He raised an eyebrow at her and then exclaimed, “This is me being nice.”
She narrowed her eyes before reaching for him again. He had been expecting a punch, but instead, she dropped down low and kicked him in the knee, making him fall.
Vlad’s eyes doubled in size before he landed on his chest with a thud. He didn’t even have a chance to react as he fell on the carpeted floor. His hands slammed against it before glancing back at Dahlia over his shoulder.
Then, Dahlia was on his back, pinning him down.
“Do you surrender?” she asked him, her hoarse breath tickling his ear.
He only grinned. Then, he quickly turned over, holding onto her body before seating her on top of him.
Dahlia looked taken aback. She moved to pull away, but then he lifted the cups of bra upward, exposing her tits to the air.
She gasped at him in surprise. “Ch-cheat!” she stammered accusingly.
“Oh yeah?” he challenged her. “Who’s going to stop me?”
No referee.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.
Then, he ripped the bra completely off, ignoring her protests.
“You’re always ripping my clothes!” she shouted at him.
His face broke out in a teasing smile. He was smiling so much these days, ever since she had entered his life. It was a foreign feeling. At first, he’d given her half-smiles, but now he found himself smiling and laughing around her more often.
Small changes, but he wasn’t blind to the affect she was having on him.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he replied.
She tried to hit him again, landing a punch against his chest, making him grunt. She was really trying to hurt him again. But then he reached up quickly and grabbed her hands firmly one hand, locking it behind her. She tried to move, and as she did her hair and her tits swayed with her.
“I like you like this, bared to me,” he whispered to her.
Then, she froze, her lips parted at him.
He didn’t loosen his grip on her arms though in case she tried something.
His gaze traveled to her tangled, messy hair that tumbled behind her and enveloped them both like a cocoon. He admired her feminine physique. Her tits seemed larger now when she stood straight. They hung before him as if for his tasting, for his offering. Tension coiled through him as he stared at them fiercely. A flush ran down her skin before he glanced up at her face. Bright eyes, full parted lips, and heavy breathing. She looked breathtaking.
“I hate you,” she shot at him with as much venom as she could mutter.
He looked at her amused. “I promise you’ll love me one day.”
Her cheeks blew in and out at his words before she scoffed at him.
“Put them in my mouth,” he ordered, looking at her tits.
Her eyes widened before she shook her head, defiantly.
Then, he grabbed her hips by his free hand and brought her right next to his mouth. She squirmed and tried to move away, but then he grabbed her hair, pulling it back. A gasp left her mouth as she arched her back in reflex. His wet tongue sneaked out and left a long lick across her areoles.
Dahlia yelped above him, and he could feel a shudder run though her body. Then, his mouth closed on her tit, imprisoning it with his teeth. He let go of her hands so he could cup her and feast on her, attacking her with his mouth.
She pulled at his hair roughly, making him wince.
He bit her nipple in return, and she moaned and stopped pulling his hair when he bit her a bit harder. Her nipple instantly hardened in his mouth like a diamond ready to cut glass. For a few moments, she didn’t stop him and looked like she was surrendering. He knew if she pulled away right now, she would be injured and bloody. She was in between his teeth, under his control. He pulled on her other nipple with his mouth, stretching it out as far as it would go.
Dahlia writhed above him, whimpering, and scratching against his shoulders. “Vlad, that hurts,” she cried desperately.
Then, he popped it out of his mouth and looked up at her. “Good pain or bad pain?”
She bit her dark pink lips, reddening them. Her cheeks turned red like roses, and her body flushed and glistened with a light sheen of sweat due to the heat coming from the fireplace.
“Good pain,” she admitted, her eyes hazy.
Then, he returned his attention back to her tits.
He switched from one nipple to the other, leaving light marks on her, continuing his sweet torture.
“We didn’t agree to sex wrestling!” she muttered at him.
He peeked up at her and found her staring right at him. Her lips parted when he narrowed his eyes and deliberately let his lust ignite in them. “We kinda did when we agreed the winner fucks the loser.”
“You’re not the winner!” she protested, pushing against him, and trying to scramble away. He rose, grabbing her by her long hair, pulling her back, until she was nestled between his legs, her ass in his lap. Adrenaline and testosterone rushed through him, he was feeling turned on and thrilled at the fact that she could fight.
Then he pulled off her jeans ignoring her shouts of “Cheating!” reaching inside her black panties he then thrust two fingers inside her. Then, she shut up. He could feel her wetness.
“You’re soaked, baby,” he whispered against her ear. “Is that for me?”
Dahlia only breathed hard.
Her desperation seemed to increase when she might have realized she was at his mercy, but with it, it seemed her arousal also rose. With one hand he tweaked her nipples, and the other fondled her in her panties. Her body seemed weakened now, with desire. She tried to cage his hand by crossing her legs. He smiled to himself at her halfhearted show of resistance and only opened them again.
“Do you surrender, Doll?” he whispered against her skin, still rubbing her.
She licked her lips at him, breathin
g heavily.
“Vlad,” she whispered, gripping his arms tightly.
“What is it?” he murmured to her.
“Oh… please, please,” she begged him.
The magic word. He loved it when she said it. He became a pawn to her then, bending to her will and pleasure.
“Do you surrender?” he repeated.
He gazed at her as she pressed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him in frustration. He grinned at her in return.
“Tozz feek,” she whispered angrily at him.
He arched an eyebrow at her. “And what’s that?”
“Screw you,” she replied breathlessly.
Just then, he slapped her lightly on her sex making her jump.
“Come on, give in already,” he murmured against her hair, increasing the speed of his fingers. She wasn’t fighting him anymore. The fight seemed to be gone from her now. She was well-trained though. She knew how to attack. He didn’t know how well she could defend herself against him, although he’d caught glimpses when she fought Leo.
She made a noise again, half a moan of pleasure and half of frustration and said, “I wanted to go outside.”
His fingers paused momentarily. “We’ll go out whether you win or lose.”
What are you saying moron? his inner voice shot at him.
Dahlia tilted her head back and gazed at him with her doe-like large eyes, her lids half shut. She was so close to him, and her pretty eyes were so glassy, he could see his reflection in them.
They lit up at him and she asked, “Really?”
He slowly nodded.
Then, she smiled at him. “You win then.”
He responded by pulling off his shirt and her black panties. Then, he lifted her up by her hips, making her gasp as she straddled his. Never had he wanted someone so much.
Her soft tits rubbed against his chest.
He leaned in to grab her lower lip with his. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. His kisses weren’t feathery light but rougher and needier. He kissed her hungrily, not pausing in movement. He wanted to devour her.
Right now, he needed her like he needed air to breathe.
He pushed her against the wall, loosening his hold on her hips to unbuckle his pants and unzip them. He stared at her body. She had light marks covering her delicate pink nipples that looked a little angry. He liked his marks on her. As though the pink buds had a mind of their own, they hardened in response. He let out a shaky breath, wedging himself between her legs, and she held onto his shoulders tighter.
“You’re mine, Dahlia,” he growled at her. “All mine. There’s no escaping me now. You have no idea who you’ve let inside of your walls now. I’m going to do this every damn day until you pass out.”
Her doe-like eyes were startled at they looked at him, taking in his brutal words.
He reached up and grabbed her by the throat, choking her lightly. For a moment, they only watched each other.
When she let out a small whimper, he let go of her throat and pulled her hands away from him and rested them against the wall, holding onto her wrists. She had the look of a lost, trapped animal, casting him in the role of a predator.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
Dahlia looked at him nervously before her tongue nervously darted out to lick her lower lip. His eyes followed that little movement, and hunger growled inside of him.
Those lips belong to me.
“Please, I want you,” she whispered.
“Is that all you want, Doll?” he murmured, settling his head in the crook of her neck.
She exhaled slowly before looking away. She submission seemed hard for her to admit, but he wasn’t going to let her off.
“I need you inside me.”
She closed her eyes, and her cheeks burned red.
“You can do better than that, Doll,” he whispered.
He wanted her to say it.
“I’ve never talked like this before,” Dahlia murmured.
Vlad’s eyes widened in surprise and then… curiously. “Never?”
She only shook her head at him.
A teasing smile appeared on his face. “I’m going to be the only man you dirty talk to. Now tell me what you want.” He demanded to know now. It wasn’t a request but an order.
“Please fuck me Vlad,” Dahlia murmured. Her cheeks blazed now. He stiffened against her. “Hard,” she whispered.
His breath hitched at her last words. Then, he growled in approval. “Tell me again,” he ordered.
She remained silent for a few moments, breathing heavily now as if she couldn’t control herself around him.
Vlad slid a hand into her hair, tilting her head up, forcing her to look into his eyes.
“Please fuck me hard,” she repeated.
Her sweet breath landed on his lips.
He pressed his mouth against her jawline, and she shuddered hard against him. He knew he was driving her wild.
“I never wanted to talk dirty to anyone but… you,” she admitted in a low voice as if she hadn’t spoken at all.
These words belong to me.
She was a dark chaos waiting to be unleashed.
A sinful delight.
He glanced up at her, meeting her eyes. Then, she gave him a small hesitant smile, catching him off guard. He was aroused and horny as hell right now. Her smiles confused him. They stirred up something other than lusty feelings.
That smile belongs to me.
He pressed himself against her opening and thrusted into her hard. She cried out. His heartbeat raced and thumped in his ears.
“You like being fucked by a killer?” he whispered in her ear.
She stiffened against him.
He paused in movement.
She glanced at him, meeting his eyes, unafraid now.
“Only if the killer is you.”
At her reply, he began whispering more dirty words into her ear. He pulled her long flowing hair from her nape. With small strokes of his tongue, he sucked on her tender skin before leaving possessive marks, like he was branding her.
Dahlia panted hard as his body jostled hers every time, and he thrust deeper. She whimpered against him and arched her back. Her legs pulled him closer to her, as if she could mold herself onto him. Her body reacted to him, to his brutality, begging for her. She seemed powerless against him.
Vlad’s eyes stared at her, into her soul, as though he could read every one of her dreams and fears. He hadn’t expected her to come into his life. She was so precious. So damn beautiful. Her Middle Eastern features, the contrast of her pale skin and her thick, dark hair that cascaded down her back while some spilled over her shoulder. Her amber eyes were fringed with dark eyelashes. Her rose bud lips were parted as she stared down at him.
She was so striking.
His fingers dug into her hips every time he thrusted into her, faster, and less rhythmic now. The tempo and insanity were increasing, impossible to focus on anything else but her. Her nipples puckered in the cool night air, and he leaned down and bit one. His gaze was hard and uncompromising as it traveled down her body. He was unstoppable now. He continued to fuck her mercilessly as he rubbed a finger against her clit.
He caught the look of desire in her eyes every now and then.
The way she looked at him like a woman looks at a man.
She cried out again and again, with every one of his strokes, with every thrust. Her voice sounded dry and desperate now.
Then, he pressed his lips against her as she was swept away before him. His mouth muffled her sounds, owning her, and her voice.
22
Chapter 22
My days passed now with Vlad in my bed. It been about two weeks since we had first been close. I wasn’t sure what to label us though. We still talked, but now the conversations were limited since we were too busy touching each other. Sometimes, I skipped wearing a bra because my nipples were too red and raw from his sucking and biting.
As I
walked past Natalie in the kitchen, I popped my head inside the door to see what she was cooking.
“Do you need any help?” I asked her.
Natalie turned to look at me and smiled, shaking her head.
I shrugged sheepishly. “I don’t mind. I can cook.”
“Little Sir mentioned you are Lebanese?”
I nodded at her. “Yes.”
“You can cook Arabian food?”
Then I grinned. “Yes. Do you have seasoned marinated beef?”
Natalie nodded. “I was planning on making beef tonight, so I had the beef marinated.”
“Perfect,” I replied.
I joined her at the counter, pulling up the long sleeves of my sweater. Natalie handed me a white apron before we began cooking.
“Do you have any skewers lying around?” I asked.
She frowned at me and eyed me warily. “Are you planning on stabbing Vlad again?”
I let out a laugh. “He would probably shoot me faster than I could stab him.” I couldn’t help but feel a rush of embarrassment as I remembered the first time, I had tried to attack Vlad and it hadn’t gone too well.
Natalie’s eyes beamed at me and she went to get the skewers.
I began cooking a dish called shawarma. It consisted of meat slices, stacked in a cone shape. I typically preferred it spit roasted.
“Who taught you how to cook?” Natalie asked me.
I shrugged. “I taught myself. I lived alone after I turned eighteen and moved out of my last foster home.”
I could feel Natalie watching me, waiting for more information.
“There’s not much to say about me. I lived a single life. I’m reserved and I keep to myself,” I replied. “I went to college and I got my degree. What about you?” I asked Natalie, turning toward her.
She smiled at me. “I have been working for the Vitalli family since I moved to the country. They are close to me. I wish I could say I’m their family but I’m not, but I have always raised Vladimir like he was my own child.”
“Are you married?” I asked her.
She gave me a dimmed smile. “My husband died many years ago. I have two kids back home in Italy. They live there now.”
I nodded and began adding spices to the meat such as, turmeric, cumin, cinnamon, and paprika. I added coriander and a pinch of cayenne. I also made flatbreads since the dish was better served with it.