by Measha Stone
As soon as we’re inside the house, the door’s closed and locked, he turns on me, walking me into the front door and caging me in with his arms. I can smell the brandy on his breath, and it intoxicates me.
“We should go upstairs,” he says, kissing me hard, like he’s been waiting all night to do this. To get his mouth on mine. I bring my hands up to his hips, holding him to me. I’ve been waiting all night, too.
“It’s not safe here? I thought you said your men know not to watch what’s not their business?” I tease, hoping to bring some light to his dark.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe here.” He captures my face in both hands. “You’re safe with me, Kasia.”
The weight of his words pins me in place.
He kisses my forehead, then grabs my hand again. “Upstairs, wife.” He emphasizes the last word.
I see a flicker of a shadow in the kitchen. Margaret’s still here, and I don’t want to put her in a position where she sees or hears something uncomfortable, so I follow him upstairs without any further teasing.
Once we’re in his bedroom, though, I untangle my hand from his and step away, flicking my hair over my shoulder.
“I’m pretty tired, Dominik.” I fake a yawn. “Maybe I’ll just head to bed.”
His eyes nail my feet to the floor. With purposeful, slow steps he stalks toward me. A lion to his prey. My heart beats out a loud melody against my chest and my mouth dries.
When he reaches me, he grabs the small handbag from my hand and tosses it to the dresser. With both hands he grabs my shoulders and spins me around. I can see his face in the mirror, his lips are pressed into a thin line, his eyes set firmly on me.
He picks up my hair and pushes it over my shoulders, exposing my back to him. The zipper of my dress lowers, while his gaze rises to meet mine in the mirror. The little straps of the dress sag down my shoulders. With a featherlike touch, he skims his fingers over my shoulders, pushing the straps down completely. The dress, a simple, black, deep-cut dress, falls to my feet.
I stand in front of him in only my black strapless bra and panties. He licks his lips.
With a flick of his fingers on my bra, the clips are unfastened, and it falls away from my body. I move to catch it, to hold it to me, but he grabs my arms, pinning them to my side.
“Are you trying to deny me, Kasia?” His voice is heavy, raw.
I catch his gaze in the mirror again and a shiver runs along my spine. His fierce expression should spread terror through me, instead of making my panties so damn wet for him.
“If I am?” I can’t help but tease him again. This is a game we’re playing, and no matter who loses, we’ll both win.
His lips crack into a wide grin and he steps closer to me, until his hard cock is pressed against my ass cheeks. “What do you think will happen?” he asks, wrapping an arm around me and cupping my breast. “Do you think you’re allowed to deny me?” Two fingers close around my nipple and pinch, bringing with it a glorious burn.
I shake my head.
“No?” He twists my nipple and pulls forward. The intensity makes me gasp, but I don’t try to pull away.
“No,” I finally manage to say.
He lets go and kisses the side of my cheek. “Good girl. Let’s try another question.” His hand roams to my other breast. “What happens when you’re a bad girl, Kasia?”
His fingers close tight, he pulls right away giving me no chance to grow accustomed to the sensation. I lean forward a bit, trying to lessen the pressure, but he’s pressed to me so hard, I have nowhere to go.
“What happens to bad girls, Kasia?” he asks again, scraping his teeth along my shoulder.
“You punish them,” I say while sucking in a breath.
“How do I punish you?” He gets more specific, lessening his grip.
I drag my gaze back to the mirror and find him staring at me. That same dangerous look in his eyes.
“You deny me pleasure.” I answer him firmly. I won’t lose this game. If he’s looking for a reason to punish me, he won’t find one. I’ll take what he dishes out, but I will not be denied.
“No, Kasia. I deny you release. I’ll give you all the pleasure you want.” He spreads his fingers out on my stomach, pushing me against him more. “But you were a good girl tonight, Kasia.” He moves from my stomach, reaching into the pocket of his pants.
I tense at the sight of a pocketknife in his hands.
“Don’t worry,” he kisses my cheek. “You’re safe here, remember. You’re safe with me.” He kisses me again, a tender gesture as he slides the blade between my hip and the thin strap of my panties. With one arm now draped over my chest, pinning me to him, he swipes the knife, easily cutting the strap then moving to my other hip. Again, he cuts the fabric then tosses the knife onto the dresser.
“Such a pretty girl,” he whispers into my ear, pulling the remnants of my panties from between my legs and dropping them to the ground.
The darkness in him reaches his eyes, I can sense it with his touch. He needs this, he needs to have this control, to have me bend to his will. What surprises me is how much I crave it too. I want to calm his storm, and I want to lose myself in it at the same time.
I reach over my shoulder and cup his cheek. At first, he stiffens, but then softens, leaning into my hand.
“I’m safe here.” I stare at him in the mirror. The heat I see, the hunger screaming at me in his reflection kicks my heart into a gallop. I swallow back a little gasp when he cups my breast again.
“You’re stronger than you think, my Kasia.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, scraping his teeth over my skin again. A shot of electricity jolts me, and I feel alive. More alive than I have in a long time.
It’s not just that he says these things, it’s that I believe him. It’s that I know he believes them.
He grabs hold of my arm and spins me to face him. “I’m going to show you what a brave girl you really are.” He walks me backward until my ass hits the dresser. “Down, my Kasia. Kneel for me.” He presses lightly on my shoulders and I sink to the floor for him. Kneeling at his feet, looking up at him, wondering what he wants from me next. Because I want to give it to him. I want to make this good for him. To make him forget his stress.
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth. I wonder how pretty you’ll be with my cock stuffed inside it.” His other hand works his belt open and he tugs his pants down until his cock is freed.
I try to move back, but I have nowhere to go. Still holding my head, he presses me against the dresser. I’m trapped.
“Open for me, Kasia.” He fists his cock with one hand, bringing the tip to my lips. There’s a pearl of moisture that is too tempting not to lick away.
He hisses as though I’ve hurt him with my tongue on his dick.
“Open.” This order is rougher, his fingers tighten in my hair.
I bring my hand up, ready to wrap it around his shaft, but he brushes it away.
“No. Put your hands on your knees. I want just your mouth, Kasia. I’m going to fuck it and fuck it hard. If you do a good job, I’ll stuff my cock in your pussy next. It’s wet for me, isn’t it? You’re waiting for me to fuck you hard?” He switches between Polish and English as he talks, but I manage to keep up well enough to understand him.
I open my mouth and steel myself for whatever he’s going to do to me. This is his moment. He may hurt me, but he won’t harm me.
He doesn’t need to tell me that or explain it. It’s just there, written in his eyes.
“Fuck.” A buzzing sounds and he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his pants, throwing it onto the bed without looking at it.
There’s no warning. He plows into my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I swallow, sputter, trying to catch my breath, but my husband isn’t gentle. He never promised he would be.
I press my fingernails into my thighs, taking the face fucking he’s dishing out. Again, he pushes down my throat and I swallow, but it doesn’t help. I gag.
He pulls out enough for me to get my breath, but that’s it. The moment I’m better, he shoves himself down me again.
“Mouth stuffed with my cock,” he mutters above me, thrusting again. “So...fuck...” his words trail off into a groan.
In the next moment, his dick is yanked from me and he hauls me to my feet. Have I done something wrong?
“Did I hurt you?” I ask when I see the darkness of his expression.
The stern set of his jaw softens, and he laughs.
“Hurt me? Woman, you’re going to kill me if we keep that up.” He steps back and quickly undresses, tossing his clothing to the floor. Once he’s stripped and bare, I stare at him openly.
There’s a scar on his abdomen, and I touch it lightly. He grabs my wrist, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it.
“You were hurt,” I say stupidly.
“I healed.” There’s more to his words, I think. A statement directed at me, but I don’t understand it.
Keeping my wrist in his hand, he brings me to the bed — his side. He opens the bedside drawer and brings out a pair of handcuffs.
“So you don’t get in my way.” He works them around one wrist, then spins me around to cuff the other behind my back. My shoulders pull at the position, but it’s not enough to stop him. I doubt he’d listen anyway.
I press my ass back at him. There’s no explanation for it, but I want his touch. Hard or soft, I just want it on me.
He’s quick to react, throwing me over the side of the bed. Over and over again he smacks my ass with his open palm.
“What did I do?” I ask, unsure if I’m supposed to be enjoying his manhandling as much as I am.
“Nothing, my Kasia. You’ve earned a reward,” he says, and increases the force of his spanks. He spreads them out over both cheeks and then my thighs. Quickly, my mind begins to fall into haze, a sweet hum covers my flesh.
But he’s not done with me.
I clench and cry out with the sharpness of his nails digging into my tender flesh. He drags his hand up one thigh and then the other. My mind is focused again, but there’s a calm in my soul that wasn’t there moments ago.
“There’s my girl,” he says and moves behind me. “Ass up, I’m going to fuck you now.” He pulls my hips upward to where he wants them. My face stays rooted into the bed, but I manage to get my feet planted.
In one savage thrust, he’s inside me. His balls hit my pussy. There’s no reprieve for me. He drags out only to slam back into me. My face rubs against the quilt covering the mattress.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He sounds like an animal gone mad. I’ve done that to him, I’ve brought him to such high arousal. I arch my back and lift my ass higher for him.
He uses one hand to grip my hip while the other moves to my cuffed wrists. He’s riding me. My mind conjures up the image of how he looks riding me like the wild animal he is.
“Dominik!” I cry out. I need more, harder, faster, just more of everything. It’s like I’m chasing down a ghost and I need Dominik to help me find it.
“Don’t worry, sweet Kasia.” He wraps his hand beneath me, quickly finding my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I yell and spread my thighs a bit more so he can have more access.
“Go on, Kasia. Show me how hard you can come while I’m riding you. Go on,” he rubs my clit faster, presses harder while he keeps plowing his cock into me.
My shoulders burn, but the pain only melds into the throbbing of my ass, the ache inside of me.
Out of nowhere, a flash happens and screaming. SO much screaming. It takes a second for me to realize it’s me. My body shakes, and I’m still crying out as the powerful waves wash me away.
Dominik chuckles behind me, rubbing my clit slower. He’s easing me down from heaven, and only when I’ve landed softly does he go back to fucking me hard.
“So good,” he says, tugging on my wrists and fucking me so hard the bed scratches the floor when it moves.
A smack to my ass, another grunt, a hard thrust and then he roars. His cock stills inside of me, but I feel every pulse of his release.
Dominik is heavy when he falls forward over my body. He releases my wrists, but his chest is pressed against my back. His hot breath washes over my cheek. I keep silent, letting him find his way back to me in his own time.
He presses a warm kiss to my cheek.
“Good girl,” he says in Polish and slowly slips from my pussy. He undoes the cuffs and tosses them away. When he stands me up, he rubs my arms. They burn, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure I see in his features. He has a crocked smile on his lips.
“A towel?” I ask quietly, tearing my gaze from his. I have to be careful. We’re good at this, at fucking, but it’s the in-between times when I need to be cautious.
“No.” He brushes my hair from my face. “We’re married. My seed stays right where I put it.” He pulls the quilt back from the bed and motions for me to get inside.
I climb inside the bed, tugging the quilt to cover myself once I’m on my side of the bed. He goes about the room, grabbing his discarded clothing and my dress before bringing them to the closet. I snuggle into the bedding.
My eyelids are heavy and there’s a weakness to my muscles after such an intense release.
He walks to my side of the bed wearing a pair of pajama pants. They hang low on his hips, showing off his sharp cut muscles.
Dominik sits next to me, caressing my cheek.
“I have to do a few things. Go to sleep, I’ll be up in a bit.” And then he kisses me. Not the possessive way he has before, but with tenderness. It’s not a kiss that forces me to realize he’s in charge, that he owns me. No. This kiss gives me an entirely different feeling. A warmth spreads across my chest.
“Sleep,” he says again and flicks off the light on my nightstand. I pull the covers up to my chin as he walks out of the room. He turns off the main light and closes the door quietly.
We don’t have to be enemies, I remind myself. But I can’t help but wonder if I’m betraying my family. Because it’s not a matter of hating him now...I’m starting to like him.
Chapter Eighteen
Dominik
I sit back in my office chair, staring at the ceiling. I’ve gone over the information five times, and it never changes. Marcin Garska wanted his daughter dead. He put a hit on his own daughter. But he killed the wrong one, and he’s punished Kasia for it ever since.
My phone dances on my desk, and I grab it.
“Dominik.”
“Yeah, Dad. It’s me.” I tap my fingertips on my desk. Kasia is upstairs asleep. I shouldn’t have left her. I should have climbed into bed with her like I wanted to and wrapped myself around her. But I have to get this shit done.
“I just got out of the meeting.”
I sent him the information I received from the Kominski brothers while we were driving home from the club. I didn’t realize he’d act on the information so quickly.
“How’d it go?” I roll my head to the side. There’s tension in my neck.
“Exactly like we hoped. Garska is going to lose his territory. I need you to go to the attorney tomorrow. He thinks he can get the case tossed out, but he needs your help.” Code for cash. The attorney has finally figured out which wheel needs the oil. “As soon as I get home, we’ll take care of Garska. We have full authority over the matter.”
“That’s good,” I say, but there’s still a dark cloud hanging over my head. Take care of Garska means only one thing, and after the way he’s treated Kasia I should be glad. But I don’t want her hurting, and as fucked up as it is, this will hurt her.
“His daughter. You still have her?”
“Kasia? Yes, she’s here.” Where the hell else would my wife be?
“She’ll be the one to inherit once he’s taken care of. I had to make that compromise. Instead of everything rolling over to us like the original agreement states, it will go to her. Seeing as you’re married to her now, the council thinks it’s fair enoug
h. We’ll need to figure out what to do with her.”
My stomach twists. “She’s my wife. There’s nothing to decide. Her inheritance goes to me.”
There’s a beat of silence. My father is still the head of our family. I have never nor will I ever dispute that, but when it comes to Kasia, she’s all my responsibility.
“You’re right. We’ll work out the details. As soon as the attorney gives the okay, we’ll be on a plane home. And it could not be too soon. Your sister is driving me up a fucking wall here.”
I laugh. “Not enjoying her time there?”
“The girl has snuck out so many times, our men are threatening to seal her bedroom door closed.” He talks about her like it’s annoying, but I know he’s proud of how strong his daughter is. She’s not one to follow the line just because it’s where she’s supposed to be.
“She’ll settle down eventually.” I doubt it will be any time soon, but she’s his prize and I won’t remind him that it’s his own doing that she’s so pigheaded. The girl needs a good taming.
“From your lips to God’s ear, Dominik.” He laughs. “How about your brother? I left him a voicemail, but he hasn’t called me back.”
“He’s working his magic with the Katfish Klub. He’s doing good work.” I should probably call him or stop by his place soon. I’ve spent too much time away dealing with dad’s legal shit and now Kasia.
“What a fucking name. You gonna change it?”
I grin into the receiver. “He’s working on it. I’m giving him full responsibility with the club. He’s good at it.” It also keeps his hands as clean as I can keep them, but I don’t say that to my father. I’m the oldest. I’ll take the risks for all of us.
I catch a glimpse of a shadow passing my office door. A light goes on down the hall, in the kitchen.
“This is good, son. You’ve done good.”
Pride blossoms in my chest. My father’s never been one to lay on the compliments, but he’s always given credit when it’s due.
A cabinet opens and closes in the kitchen. With the dead quiet of night, I can hear almost everything happening in there.