Caught in the Trap: A Reverse Harem Academy Bully Romance (Mafia Lords of Knightswood Academy Book 1)

by Ivy Clyde

  “Don’t leave marks on me,” I blurted out through a haze of lust as my ass pressed against his hardened head.

  “I’ll do whatever I want with you,” he grated through clenched teeth. “Don’t take back your word to belong to me right now.” The timbers of his deep, rough voice vibrated through me.

  I pressed my lips together as his hand reached between my thighs while the other curled around my neck. Fear and lust lashed at me. His grip around my neck was loose but the threat of it tightening up remained as he coaxed a finger into my dripping folds.

  “You’re always so ready for me,” he whispered, tickling my ear with a rush of his hot breath. “Makes me wonder if you’re as compliant to Andrei.”

  Moans escaped my throat as he inserted his finger deep within me, making my walls clamp onto him tightly.

  “I need my cock inside you.” Next moment, he pulled the finger out, leaving me clenching emptily. I felt him guide his cock at my wet folds. I pressed down on the hardened head, eager to feel it penetrate my throbbing, aching core. Nothing else could quench the fire burning me from inside out.

  I cried out as Christian buried himself to the hilt in my hot core. Pain and pleasure coursed through me as my body arched backward. A rough growl escaped him as he pulled out completely and slammed back in again, hitting me deep. My body shuddered with the force of my pleasure as he began thrusting into me, filling me up completely. Noises I’d never heard before escaped my throat as my body rocked forward with each of his powerful thrusts.

  My eyes closed against the uncontrollable waves of pure pleasure as he moved inside me. I bit my lips in a bid to stop the screams caught in my throat. It felt too good to have Christian inside me, our bodies slamming against each other as we succumbed to the fiery heat that engulfed us both. I loved the way he was claiming me, addicted to the thrill of danger that always suffused me every time I was with him.

  My breasts swayed forward with the rhythm of his pounding into me. The quiet room was filled with the sounds of wet slaps as his body joined mine over and over and over again. Our moans and groans of pleasure added to the din. A very remote part of me wondered if the guards could hear the frenzied noise of our sex and lovemaking.

  My body tightened in delicious anticipation and with a sudden cry, I found myself unraveling against him while he continued to pound inside me. Waves of pleasure cascaded through me and for a few seconds I was lost to the moment.

  When the pleasurable haze lifted off me, I became aware of Christian’s thumb swirling around my clit.

  “Oh, god,” I moaned as he swirled his finger around the hardened nub, making my core throb harder than ever before.

  “Come for me again,” he growled against my ear, increasing the pressure and speed of his rubbing against the sensitive point. The wetness streaming from my pussy only made it slicker and with a sudden flick, I felt a dam collapse inside me. My body shuddered with the force of my orgasm as pleasure gushed through me in torrents, sweeping my mind into oblivion.

  My body slumped forward onto the pillows but Christian remained buried inside me, thrusting into me while I remained a boneless, shattered mess.

  It was a while before I felt him pull out of me. Moaning incoherently, I turned my body to lie on my back. Christian hovered over me. Slowly, I became aware of the weak afternoon sunshine filtering through the curtains. For a while, I’d lost all sense of my surroundings. My gaze slowly traveled down Christian’s body and fixed on his cock. He was still erect and hard. My insides contracted at the sight.

  You just had multiple orgasms, I berated myself, embarrassed at the hunger my lust was fueling inside me. But there was no way I could deny Christian the same pleasure he’d given me.

  “You still want more, don’t you?” he asked in a deep, rough voice. “I can see it in the way your eyes are hungering for my cock.”

  “Yes,” I crooned, lifting my arms toward him, beckoning him for an embrace.

  “I’ll give you more, sweetheart.” His words said one thing but the evil glint in his eyes said something else all together.

  Instead of moving down on me, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart, stationing himself between them. I was powerless to stop him and could only watch as he put his head between my thighs. His mouth settled on my pussy lips, dousing my entire body in a torrent of flames that burned me from within.

  My head fell back against the pillows as I felt his lips curve into a smile against my pussy. His tongue darted out, flicking my clit. Moans escaped me as I felt the roughness of his tongue against my wet folds as he lapped at the honeyed wetness of my desire. His hands gripped both sides of my hips to keep me in place while he made love to me with his tongue.

  I writhed with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me while his hands firmly held me down. My fingers wove through the locks of his hair and gripped them tight as his tongue continued to pleasure me with its long, hot flicks.

  My teeth sank into my lips as I tried my hardest to reign in the embarrassing noises escaping my lips. But soon, I tasted the ferrous sourness of blood on my tongue.

  Christian suddenly moved his face away from my pussy to stare at me. “Why don’t I hear you, babe?”

  “The whole house must have heard me by now,” I mumbled.

  Dark chuckles escaped him as he bent down to kiss my pussy lips again. This time, I felt his teeth graze against my clit. He sucked on it again, driving two fingers inside my wet folds. My walls clenched onto his digit immediately as a climax rocked through me, breaking through all my restraints.

  I cried out, my fingers curling around the bed sheet underneath me.

  “Stop teasing me,” I begged as my body shuddered with the force of another orgasm. “I need you inside me already. Please, Christian.”

  He stopped as my body collapsed against the bed. I felt drained but my insides clenched emptily. I needed Christian to fill me up with his hard, throbbing cock. It was the only way to satiate the hunger he’d lit inside me.

  Christian moved over me, covering my body with his. He stared into my eyes as his fingers came to brush away a few strands of hair away from my face. Without a word, he leaned into me and captured my lips with his in a surprisingly gentle kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue and it nearly unraveled me again. My hands moved up his shoulders and around his neck while I wrapped my legs around him, willing him to sink that hot cock inside me.

  I felt him reach between us to guide his cock at my wet entrance while he continued to kiss me.

  He slid in easily, thanks to my slick wetness, stretching me and filling me up completely. He began moving inside me, his movements deep and slow. My own hips rose up to meet his thrusts, eager to feel his hot, hard length plunging inside my tight, clenching core.

  He kept kissing me but my kisses became intermittent as my mouth opened wide with the gasps and moans escaping me. My nails dug into his shoulders and dragged down the skin of his arms. He groaned but didn’t stop me from leaving scratches on him. A part of me felt the ecstasy that came from marking their mate. Christian’s mouth moved to the side of my neck where he was kissing and biting the soft, sensitive skin, leaving marks of his own on my body but I no longer cared.

  This moment belonged to us. My heart was divided in two between Christian and Andrei, but my body wasn’t and they would get to lay claim to it fully.

  My pleasure rose high as my body tightened against his. He drove inside me, throwing me off the edge so that I was left to writhe and shudder underneath him as a powerful orgasm flowed through me. My nails dug into the skin of his chest, leaving marks on his pale, flawless skin.

  Christian thrust into me until his own body was tightening up, preparing him for the ultimate pleasure. His mouth clamped over mine as he pistoned inside me with complete abandonment. My walls clenched onto his hard length and with a sudden growl, I felt him shatter inside me.

  His seeds burst inside me, filling me with his white hot essence as my walls continued to clamp arou
nd him and milk him until he was gasping and panting with the force of his own pleasure.

  He was slumped over me, his head buried in the hollow between my neck and shoulder. His cock was still deep inside me when he raised his head to look at me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my lips, cheeks and eyes.

  Deep inside, I was aware of the hot flush of redness on my cheeks, strands of my dark hair sticking to my sweaty neck and my eyes filmed with a look of utter satisfaction and bliss. However, all my insecurities were driven away as he left soft kisses all over me.

  With a gentle move, he pulled out of me and laid himself beside me. His fingers caressed the scratches I’d left on his chest, a smile lifting the corners of his luscious lips. “You’ve marked me too.”

  “I liked doing that to you,” I confessed. Turning toward him, I pressed my face against his chest and wrapped an arm around him. His body was like a hot furnace against my cooling body.

  “I’m yours too, Skye,” he whispered just as my eyes closed in blissful slumber.

  42

  Andrei

  Morning sunshine streamed down on me as I rode my bike up the hilly road that led toward Ivanov Mansion. The howl of the wind rushing past me was exhilarating, adding to my anticipation of seeing Skye again. It felt like I hadn’t seen her for ages even though it had barely been a week.

  The news of her being carried away by ER paramedics from the depths of the Novomedik building on Monday had me panicking for her. The few spies I’d planted there to keep an eye on the Volkovs reported seeing her almost naked while the men put her inside an ambulance van. They also mentioned about a young woman who was screaming bloody murder at Dimitri while Nikolai Ivanov held her back from inflicting any physical strike on him.

  I’d been at Knightswood Academy when the news came to me in the form of texts. Stuck in the middle of a class, I had to see whether Mikhael was free to run out and gather more information about the incident. I would be right behind him in another half hour but I needed to know what happened to Skye as soon as possible.

  By yesterday, I confirmed the entire story, both from Skye’s guardian and the doctor who’d been in charge of her at the hospital. The doctor confirmed there had been no other sign of injury on Skye’s body apart from the two deep slashes on her wrist.

  My gloved fingers gripped the handlebars of the bike as anger shot through me. I knew firsthand how painful and devastatingly slow it was to die from bleeding out, especially the wrists. Skye suffered the same pain all by herself with no one there to stop her.

  I’d already beaten Dimitri for it until his face was smashed to a pulp. He accepted the fact he was responsible for what happened to her and didn’t even put up a fight as I hit him again and again, feeling my own knuckles bleed from the powerful impacts. I’d expected him to deny his involvement but he accepted it, going as far as to put reason behind his action, reasons I couldn’t myself ignore.

  Deep inside I knew that Skye was planted at the academy to keep her close to us. Whoever did it, knew how strongly I and Dimitri would be attracted to the girl who resembled Maria like her doppelganger. Was she already caught in their web and unable to escape? No matter how much I hated Dimitri, I couldn’t ignore the fact that Skye had chosen to die from mere threats from him. He hadn’t even touched her other than forcing her to strip bare. Skye was too strong a girl to be bullied into committing suicide just minutes after he left her. There had to be another reason why she was so scared.

  As much as I hated taking any advice from Dimitri, I had to find out more about her relationship with Nikolai Ivanov. The Ivanovs never posed any threats to us before but I could no longer trust them fully.

  The gross massacre of my family and people was done by someone close to us. I still hadn’t found a clue to it apart from my brother’s repeated chanting “The Volkovs did it.” No matter how thoroughly I had the Volkovs investigated, no proof had come of their involvement. At the same time, it irked me that Dimitri would claim my men had shot him, nearly killing him. I’d never ordered a hit on him. It was something I’d never do without concrete proof of his involvement in the murders.

  As days passed, it started becoming apparent that someone was pitching our families against each other. They were using the rift that had developed between me and Dimitri over Maria’s death.

  I let out a long breath, calming myself as the tops of the Ivanov Mansion came in my view. Increasing the speed of the bike, I rode toward it, eager to see whether Skye was truly all right. Part of me was appreciative that Nikolai, the next heir to the Ivanov empire, hadn’t fussed about me taking her away for the rest of the week to recuperate at my place. I never had a chance to interact with him before but he seemed aloof and uninterested in most things, but that was just the façade he exercised. Even when his father was away sorting out personal matters, he was single-handedly managing the family business on his own and he was barely twenty-five years old.

  Reaching the gates of the estate, I pulled the bike to a stop. Two heavily armed guards stepped forward at once. They didn’t intimidate me. All mafia families had heavy security around their homes that housed their wives and children. I lifted the hood of my helmet, giving them a proper look at my face.

  “You are expected, Sir,” said one of them. They both stepped away and motioned for the gates to open. Giving them a nod, I drove my bike through the gates and followed the paved path that led toward the mansion in the far distance.

  Reaching the mansion’s front gates, I found a butler waiting there already. I parked my bike nearby and dismounted.

  “Mr. Romanoff?” asked the young man as I was lifting my helmet.

  “Yes. I am here for Skye.”

  “She is waiting for you in the entrance hall. Please allow me to show you the way.”

  I gestured for the man to walk ahead of me. He led the way through the open doors of the mansion and entered a vast hall glittering with wealth and magnificence. Unlike Romanoff Manor, the décor here was modern. There was plenty of natural sunlight seeping through the tall, clear glass windows, illuminating vases of bronze and porcelain and the paintings that decorated the walls.

  I’d barely turned my gaze away from the domed ceiling overhead when someone collided with me, making me stumble backward. The familiar hint of lavender and roses reached my nostrils as the soft, warm figure wrapped her arms around me.

  “Skye,” I managed to gasp as she tightened her arms around me. Her sky-blue eyes were clear and sparkling as she gazed up at me. A light smile teased the corners of her lips. Something loosened inside me at the sight. There was no sign of depression in her face and for that, I was glad.

  “How are you now?” I asked. Gently breaking her hold, I stepped back to take a better look at her.

  Skye was dressed in jeans and a checkered shirt paired with a leather jacket over it. The long black sleeves hid her wrists completely.

  “I am much better,” she said, letting her smile falter. “It doesn’t hurt as much now.” Taking a deep breath, she let her gaze rove all over me. A grin came back on her pretty face. “I knew you were going to pick me up on your bike,” she said excitedly. “I’m so glad I decided to dress up right for the ride.”

  “The idea is to make you feel good,” I said, brushing the pad of my thumb across her peach-soft skin. Color bloomed in her cheeks at my gesture and I had to lean down and capture those luscious lips for a kiss. She tasted the same as before. I deepened the kiss, swirling my tongue around hers to indulge in her intoxicating scent and taste. Skye’s body melted against mine as my arms wrapped around her to pull her closer.

  The subtle sound of a cough broke us apart. Turning toward the front, I found myself facing Nikolai Ivanov himself. Behind him, stood Christian. Even though there wasn’t much of an age gap between them, Christian preferred to call him ‘uncle’.

  “Hello,” I said as Nikolai came to stand before me. “Thank you for welcoming me to your home.”

  His silver gaze to
ok in Skye who still had her arm wrapped around my waist. Seeming to feel his eyes on her, she stepped away. “Would you like some tea or coffee?” he offered.

  “No, thank you. We’ll leave right away.”

  Nikolai gave a nod. “You’ll be responsible for her until you return her to us.”

  “Of course. Skye will be safe with me.”

  A loud scoff had me turning my gaze on Christian. “How is that racer bike safe?” he threw at me in a scathing tone.

  I felt a little taken aback for a moment. Christian attended Knightswood Academy and was in the same year as me but he’d never made an attempt to speak to me or Dimitri. His scorn and biting tone made it clear how he felt about me but as I looked back at him, I found his dark gaze on Skye who was squirming by my side and was partially hidden behind me.

  Drawing her against me, I stared at Christian. “Skye will be safe with me. You don’t need to concern yourself about her.”

  “And who made you the person to decide what I concern myself with?” he spat back.

  “Christian.” Nikolai’s deep, foreboding voice rang out in the vast, quiet hall. Turning his attention to me, he added, “You may go now. Have Skye back at school on Monday.”

  I gave a nod and steered Skye around, noticing how tense her shoulders were. Grasping her hand, I led her out of the hall to reach my bike.

  She seemed to breathe easier once we stepped outside.

  “Does he give you a hard time?” I asked, gesturing back toward the door we came from.

  “Who?”

  “Christian.”

  A startled look came over her. “No,” she said quickly. “He has nothing to do with me.” The color spreading on her cheeks said a different story altogether. Dimitri’s words echoed in my mind. There were definitely things that Skye was hiding but if we wanted to help her, we had to start by gaining her trust. Dimitri’s harsh approach already proved to be devastating to her. Skye may be strong on her own but she needed someone who could be gentle with her. She was already too closed off to the cruelty of the world around her.