I shake my head. “I have panties on.” I barely recognize my throaty voice.
He pushes me down on the bed, leaning closer, covering my body with his. “Didn’t I tell you never to wear panties?”
“No,” I half squeak.
“Yes, I did. Take them off!”
I hold his gaze. “What happens if I don’t?”
“You want to play games with me?” His eyes are shaded and his voice suddenly dead serious.
His tone makes worry flutter in my stomach. I swallow hard. What do I really know about this man? I was safe on the plane, surrounded by people, this suddenly feels very unsafe. “I… no… you—” I say shakily, my voice wavering.
“Syd.” He puts a finger to my lips, silencing me. “Don’t be afraid. Do as I say. Remove your panties.”
I exhale with a nervous shudder. Waves of heat course through me as I sit up and let the sheet fall to my waist. Dipping my hands under it, I pull off my panties and dangle them in front of him.
“I’ll take those,” he says and chuckles as he snags them from me. It’s a liberating sound which makes me relax a little. In the next moment, he rips the sheet off my body, pushes me down with a hand on my throat and I lie fully naked before him. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” His voice is thick with arousal as he leans over me, kissing and nibbling his way to my breasts, cupping them, pinching my nipples as he continues to kiss a path across my belly. Parting my legs, he spreads me wide open and puts his mouth to my pussy, his tongue finding my clit as he pushes a finger inside me. I lose my breath from the maddening rush of excitement that surges through me. My toes curl and I nearly crush his head between my thighs when I can’t control my limbs. I groan when he stops. He pushes my thighs apart, rougher this time, before he moves back up, claiming my mouth again. I taste myself on his lips.
“Undress me.” His voice leaves no room for protests. And I have no objections. I want to see him, feel him. I desperately want this man to be everything I hope he is, and more.
Scrambling to my knees on shaky limbs, I push off his suit jacket, dangling it teasingly in front of him before I drop it on the floor. He narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything. I loosen his tie and pull it over his head. Pretending to topple, I fall forward and plant a kiss on his nose. He reflexively steadies me with his hands on my hips, his touch scorching my naked skin.
One button at a time, I undo his shirt and plant a kiss on every new patch of revealed skin. Tearing it off him, I add it to the pile on the floor.
“You’re playing with fire, girl.”
I stick out my tongue at him, and he has me on my back in a flash, his body flush against mine. A hard bulge presses against the apex of my thighs, making my pussy clench with anticipation, but I push at him.
“Hey, I wasn’t finished.”
He sits up again, his eyes almost black as he stares hungrily at me. “Get on with it.”
Our gazes are locked as I pull the belt out of its loops and drop it to the floor. Pulling down the zipper, I make sure to brush against his hard length. He bucks and lets out a grunt. I grin and push him onto his back, then I pull off his pants and socks in a few jerky moves. Sitting back, I admire my work and the positively beautiful creature before me. He nods at his underwear. I’m more than happy to oblige and pull the last piece of fabric off him, shivering as I take in the breathtaking man in my bed.
Chapter 11
Nathan
She takes her sweet time, the little tease. It takes every ounce of self-control not to pounce. I want her under me, fucking her senseless, hearing her scream with abandon as she comes, again and again. I want to see her face twist in fear, in pain, and in that final rapture. I’m high on violence, blood, and adrenaline. I want to transfer every fucking bit of that to her. My cock is hard as rock and her eyes dart between my crotch and my face. She looks wonderfully insecure. I’ll destroy every last bit of that innocence. I’ll make her mine. I’ll make her remember me for the rest of her life. I’ll pay her back for that first rejection. She’s mine tonight. The sweet girl in the club who captivated me with her soft beauty is here, with me, with the monster who thought he could never have her. I entwine my fingers in the hair at the back of her neck and push her down, facing my crotch.
“Take me in your mouth.” Ever since she rested her head on my lap back on the airplane, her cheek pressing against my cock, I’ve needed her lips around me, needed to bury my full length in her throat.
Her eyes never leave mine as she wraps her lush lips around the head of my cock, igniting me. Her tongue swirls around the tip, and it’s like a bolt of electricity shoots through me. As she molds her mouth around it, I grip the sheets and fight hard to not push her down and bury myself to the hilt in her throat. She is clearly inexperienced, and I remember what she said on the plane, so I’ll bide my time just a little longer.
My whole body is roaring for release, to take out all my pent-up energy on her, to have her completely at my mercy. Flipping her over on her back, I force her thighs apart and push my fingers inside her tight cunt, reveling in how wet she is. She arches and moans. I silence her, capturing her sweet lips with mine, battling her tongue, exploring every crevice, stealing the breath from her lungs. I thrust harder, preparing her for what’s next, because I’m going to take her so fucking hard she won’t even know her name. Pulling my hand out of her soaked pussy, I grab her hips, positioning myself. I pause a moment to take her in, her glossed-over eyes, parted lips, her quickly rising and falling chest, then I thrust forward, all the way in. I push her down, pinning her to the bed as I take her hard, shoving my thick cock into her with abandon. I need this so fucking bad. Need her.
The veins in her neck swell, as her cries grow louder with every thrust. Her arousal transfers to me, her labored breathing, her slick skin that shines with perspiration. She glows. Her eyes are big and trusting. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, what have you done to me?” I groan. I pull out, my cock glistening wet, hard as a rock. I feel like a caveman. “Turn around. Hands and knees.”
She scrambles up and does what I tell her, one hesitant glance in my direction. There’s a little hint of fear there, but her eyes are hooded, her cheeks flushed. She is like clay in my hands. She wants me and still she’s slightly apprehensive. I love it.
Her perfectly shaped firm, round ass is pale and unmarred. I admire the swollen dark pink flesh between her ass cheeks. So wet for me.
“Spread your legs.” As she obeys, I cup her pussy and push a couple of fingers inside, thrusting shallowly, making her tremble. “You like this?”
“Very much,” she moans.
“Such a little sex kitten you turned out to be, little inexperienced Sydney.”
Her only answer is a deep groan as I push deeper at the same time as I give her a firm, but not overly hard slap on her ass. She jolts and pushes back on my hand.
I caress the spot, give it a light kiss, then slap it again, harder, at the same time as I move my fingers in and out. “You’ve got such a nice ass, Syd.”
“I want you in me,” she groans. “Stop being mean.”
I slap her other cheek. Twice. Her body rocks from the impact. She cries out and recoils, but then she comes back, arching, trembling, as I caress her clit, flicking the swollen nub.
“I haven’t even started on mean yet, sweetheart.” I slap her again, enjoying her gasps. “Do you feel your skin getting hotter? How it burns right into your cunt?”
She presses her face into the mattress, her fists clenching. “I don’t know,” she whimpers.
I slap her again. A tremor runs through her and she bucks, moving away from me, but still she doesn’t flee and keeps rocking her hips in pace with my thrusting. I lean over her, my mouth to her ear. “Then why are you still on all fours before me?”
“It’s… It’s good too,” she whimpers.
I caress the blooming areas on her ass cheeks, beautifully reddened, then I bend over and cov
er them in kisses.
“Good,” I whisper. “Do you want my cock?”
She makes an incoherent sound. I slap her. Hard as fuck. She cries out. “Do you?” I slap her again. She bucks and twists to the side, squirming to get away. I grab her hips and pull her back up. “You came to me, remember? You already knew I don’t ask for permission.” With one arm around her hips, securing her tightly, I slap her again, her skin gradually turning mottled. My cock twitches at the sight and at her reluctant submission. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
“I know.” I knead her heated skin, coaxing yet another moan out of her. “But you haven’t told me to stop, have you?” I slap her again, a little lighter, then again and again, one cheek, then the other, partially on her pussy.
She screams and jerks, gasping for air. I line up my cock and ram into her in one swift move. Catching her breasts in my hands, I pinch her nipples hard as I thrust.
“Come for me, babe.”
Sydney falls forward, flat against the bed. I follow suit, pounding her cunt as I bite down on her neck, marking her. I move a hand to between her legs, finding her swollen clit. “Come for me.”
Her whole body tenses and her chest heaves. There are tears in her eyes as her pussy explodes in convulsions, hugging my cock. There’s not a fiber in me that’s able to hold back any longer and I come harder than I can remember ever doing in my life. I bite down on her neck again, crushing her to me, sweaty and out of breath. All my pent-up energy, the murders, the blazing fires, the adrenaline, her cries, they’re too much. I lose myself in the feeling of my cock buried inside her warm, tight pussy, filling her with my come, my heart pumping like I’ve run a marathon.
I fall over to the side and pull her to me, her back to my chest. My hand finds the hot skin on her ass and I drag my fingers over it, lightly. “You did good.”
“You’re not right in the head,” she mumbles. “That was ten shades of wicked.”
I grin and give her a light slap. “And yet here you are.” She’s more right than she knows. I’m not entirely right in the head, and her obedience tonight has made something dark flare to life in me. I want to explore exactly how far I can push her. And then push a little more. My cock twitches at the mere thought. I’m not that nice, and she’s about to experience it.
I fall asleep with Sydney in my arms, completely relaxed for the first time in a very long while.
The sound of my phone jerks me awake. Vague images from a dream fade rapidly as I pat the bedside table to find the source of the noise. I look at the screen and open the call.
“A moment,” I whisper, then I wriggle free of Sydney’s warm, soft body, amazed that she is lying so trustingly in my arms after what I put her through. I grimace at the thought as I tiptoe to the other room and ask what the fuck Alexei wants in the middle of the night. I look longingly at the bed after we’ve ended the call, but decide to wash off before I climb back in.
I’ve had my fair share of women and quite a lot of satisfying experiences, but there’s something about this beautiful brunette that hits me deep. I don’t know what it is she’s doing to me, why she’s so special. She’s just some chick. I never really chat to girls I pick up. Sure, some small talk, and a lot of dirty, but I’ve never sat down, relaxed and had a conversation. I wouldn’t have done it with Sydney either if she’d gone with me at Le Bain. I wouldn’t have given us the chance. I’m not sure I’d have known how, to be honest. During those hours on the plane and then, last night, when I fucking missed her company, I realized that I couldn’t leave it unexplored. She made me curious for more. A hell of a lot more sex, obviously, but also something I don’t know how to express. Her vulnerability? Honesty? That measure of trust I’ve never felt from anyone outside the family before?
After I’ve showered and dried off, I kiss her lightly, not to disturb her, and climb back in next to her again. I play with her locks, let them slip between my fingers, then I just stroke her cheek. She looks so content, and so innocent. I would never have thought I’d have a woman like her lying on my arm.
I destroy. That’s what I do. I know I’ll destroy this too. Her. It makes my heart ache. I should walk away, but I already know I won’t.
Chapter 12
Sydney
I’m startled awake by a low voice from the adjacent room.
“Mm-hmm—six?—will he be there too?—and then your usual place?—right—no, I can’t spell it out for a reason—if he doesn’t show you know what’ll happen—you got the gear? —all right—see you then.”
The quiet rustle of footsteps approaches on the soft carpet and I close my eyes, pretending to sleep. I feel like I overheard something I wasn’t supposed to. He passes me and water clatters as he takes a shower. When he comes back, smelling fresh of freesia scented soap, he climbs under the sheet and pulls me close to him, his chest to my back. He kisses the back of my neck, and then he plays with my hair, caresses me. He’s so, so tender. I can barely breathe. It’s not love. I’m not stupid. We’ve just met. But in this moment, I feel revered, like I’m the most precious thing in his life.
His breathing changes as he falls asleep again.
Me, I don’t fall asleep for a very long time. My mind spins. I’m sore everywhere. My butt stings, I ache between my legs, my nipples are so tender they can barely touch the sheet, and when I carefully finger my nape there’s swelling where he buried his teeth.
I’m in a bit of a shock, to be honest. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My body has never had every nerve ending on fire, crackling with need, I’ve never been unable to draw my next breath in an orgasm that nearly made me black out.
And I’ve never felt so vulnerable, so rattled.
I don’t know what to make of it. His strong arms feel safe around me now, but the power he wielded over me, how he made me bend to his will—it frightens me. I’m not sure I can handle this. Him. He’s too much.
His phone starts making noises. Drowsy, I open my eyes as he turns over and kills the piercing sound.
“What time is it?” I mumble. I fight the fog, almost unable to make it to the surface. I guess I finally fell asleep.
“Time to get up-time,” he answers and gives me a hug before he gets out of bed.
I whimper and turn to the side, closing my eyes again. “No really, what time is it?”
“Six,” he says. I hear him move around.
“What?” I open my eyes a crack. “I want to sleep. Do you really have to get up now?”
He laughs and ruffles my hair. “Sleepyhead. I have things to do. You’re on vacation, you can stay in bed. Or… you can join me in the shower.”
The suggestion shoots straight to my core. I thought I was tired, but my body clearly isn’t connected to my mind when I’m with him.
“I’m awake.” I jump out of bed, already tingling, needing him to touch me. He grins and motions for me to follow. Naked, and with the dried-up sweat on my skin combined with the chill in the air, I soon shiver. He holds a hand in the stream of water, then pulls me to him. He’s hard, pushing against my still tender butt. I lean my head back and soak up the warmth.
He lets me go and I hear him fiddle with something. Caressing my neck with slick, soapy hands, he then slides lower, taking good care of my breasts, then lower, stomach, hips, buttocks. He brushes past an increasingly aching part between my legs, sliding back and forth a few times. Crouching, he lathers my legs down to my feet. His hands follow the slick contours of my body all the way back up, tenderly wrapping his fingers around my neck. I wince when he passes the aching area where he bit me. He plants a light kiss there.
“Hurts?”
“Mm-hmm. You bit me.”
“Happens.”
“That’s—” Not normal.
“Don’t move.”
I snap my mouth shut. There’s a sound of a cap that opens and closes, then his hands thread through my hair and he begins massaging my scalp, washing my long mane thoroughl
y. I close my eyes and moan in pleasure. This is pure gold. He guides me into the water and I rinse off, then I start turning around.
“Ah-ah,” he says and steadies me. “Stay.” He pulls me to him and slides his erection in between my thighs, teasing me, moving back and forth. I arch and try to get him inside me, but I’m getting nowhere. “Where do you want me?” he asks in a husky voice, breathing on my neck.
“Uh,” I say, not able to form coherent thoughts, or anything resembling any known language.
He covers my breasts with his hands and squeezes them. “Tell me.” He pinches my nipples hard, then strokes them tenderly before his hands slide lower. “Tell me, or I’ll add to those bruises on your butt.”
“Please,” I moan and push against his erection.
“Please what?” He takes a firm hold on my hips, his hard length teasing my aching folds. So close, but not there.
“You’re so mean,” I gasp and squirm.
“Oh, Syd. You don’t know the meaning of the word ‘mean’. Turn around.”
He pulls back and my pussy clenches, empty and aching for him. I turn, taken aback by the primal hunger in his eyes. Eyes to drown in. I knew I would, and it’s happening. I’m losing myself in the whirlwind that is Nathan Russo. I take in his face, his well-shaped nose, his high cheekbones and his full mouth. His dark hair is flattened on his scalp and a few strands cover his temples. I lift my hand to touch him, but he catches it in mid-air.
“Get on your knees.” He pulls a towel off the rack and drops it on the floor between us, then he lays a hand on my head and pushes me down. “Take my cock in your mouth.”
His voice is thick with arousal and it sends shivers of need through me. I touch him tentatively, experimenting, taking him in a little, then daring a little more. He supports himself with a hand on the wall and grabs hold of my hair with the other, pushing deeper, thrusting slowly. I try to relax and let him in, but my reflexes work against me and I push back with my hands on his thighs and gag.
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