Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter Book 2)

by Melanie Martins

  Holy shit! My cheeks turn red at his demand. I’m used to him taking control, and except for that dry hump in Brazil, I can’t recall any time I’ve found myself on top of him. Plus, the cachaça had given me some extra confidence and audacity then that I don’t have right now. But I close the small gap between us and bury my insecurities in another kiss, claiming his mouth. His hands linger on my back so sensually that I shiver. Then they go all the way down to cup my ass, before squeezing my cheeks so tight that it makes me gasp. After breaking our kiss, Alex lifts his torso and sits up against the headboard. “Close your eyes,” he says.

  I do so, wondering what the hell he is doing. I hear him taking something from the nightstand, and I wonder if it’s a condom. I hope not…

  Then I hear a tube opening and liquid being applied to something. I feel his body moving, and it seems like he’s lying down again on the bed. But my eyes remain closed as I stay mounted on his groin, straddling him. One of his hands is now on the back of my head, pulling me down to kiss him. My lips slam into his, and there is a small groan coming from the back of his throat at our climbing pleasure. Then I part my lips in excitement, feeling his hardness pressing beneath my thighs. My breath comes out panting as I reach down to angle his shaft at my entrance, before letting the head slide smoothly inside me. “Ah…” I roll my eyes shut, reveling in the pressure of his length filling me. His hips start moving back and forth, spreading me farther to accommodate him. This position is slightly more painful than the others, as I can feel him deeper than usual, leaving my body more vulnerable and exposed, but I start following his rhythm, and the pain quickly turns into pure, warm bliss. I’m about to lean down to reach his lips when I suddenly start feeling something at the entrance of my ass. Opening my eyes wide, I ask, “What the—”

  “Relax…” Alex cuts me off. “It’s just a plug.”

  “A plug?” I repeat, concern thick in my tone.

  “Does it hurt?” he asks, pushing it deeper into my hole. With the amount of lube it seems to have, the plug goes inside me surprisingly easily. Oh dear… It’s a weird feeling to have an object in there, but it’s not painful.

  “Um, no… it’s just… weird.” Then in a naughty tone, I say, “You love filling my ass, don’t you?”

  “Oh yeah,” he shamelessly replies, before licking his lips. “And I’m gonna fuck it right after.” What! And before I can protest, he kisses my mouth so hungrily that I’m left without air, and despite it all, my pussy throbs around his cock, enjoying these moments of pure lust. Our kiss is brutal and uncontrollable, my tongue twirling with his, pleasure burning under our skin, and I start to move, rolling my hips in a smooth, slow wave. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” A burst of heat washes over me at his words. Jeez, there’s nothing more satisfying than knowing I’m doing it right. Then my lips travel down to his jaw, and I nibble his stubble before pressing wet kisses all the way down to his neck, where I suck heavily, inhaling his fragrance. His hands are on each butt cheek, guiding the pace. And then I find myself sitting back so I can get a better look at him. My eyes are drawn to his swollen lips, so fucking delicious and kissable, then to the stubble covering his square jaw, and as I observe him, I can still barely believe that he’s mine and mine only. Jeez, how lucky I am to have him here. His hands tightening, he pushes me back and forth over him with more insistence. My hips take over and start rocking into his, meeting each thrust. He shuts his eyes, his brows creasing from the pleasure while I keep the cadence, steadily moving over his cock. His hands leave my butt cheeks to cup and fondle my tits. His touch only makes me wilder, and I speed up the pace, bouncing my ass up and down his shaft, which slides so smoothly inside me now. And for the first time, I hear the headboard slapping against the wall. Jeez! My jaw drops at the sight, and I reach for my mouth to cover my gasp.

  “Keep going…” Alex growls just as fast, throwing all my worries out the window. And as I do so, each thrust bringing us closer to a shuddering climax. From my tits, one of his hands moves higher. And I can tell by the frantic way he grips my throat and the guttural sounds coming from him that he’s getting closer. Fuck, I’m gonna make him come under me, and the thought of it drives me insane. There’s something extremely sensual and empowering about it. He adds some pressure on my neck, but just enough to leave me in a trance, somewhere far away in the clouds. “Harder…” His demand sounds nearly like a scolding, causing a flood of wetness between my thighs, and I speed up my pace, bouncing my hips more aggressively, consumed with the burning desire to take him to new levels of gratification. “That’s it,” he growls under me. “Fuck yeah.” I shut my eyes, as I can’t shut my mouth—I need it open to breathe and moan. His groans are the best melody and the best incentive to make me do things I’d never do sober. “Ahh…” They are nearly as loud as the sound of the headboard crashing against the wall with each of my thrusts. But I don’t care, I keep riding him until he gives me what I want. “Ahh…”

  I’m so high on lust right now that it feels like my pussy could break apart. “Oh fuck…” The words roll off my lips, and I realize they were loud enough for him to hear.

  “You love riding my cock, huh?” he asks, loosening his grip around my neck, but his hips keep moving and matching my bounces.

  My cheeks flush at his blunt question, and since I’m rendered totally speechless, I just nod in return. “Say it.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “You do what?” And I know he wants me to explicitly say those words. Alex has got a morbid pleasure for making me say things I usually wouldn’t dare say out loud. “Petra,” he snaps, and my attention shifts back to him.

  “I love riding your…” I don’t think I have the strength to say the rest out loud, but he stops moving in displeasure, and I can’t fathom disappointing him. “Your cock,” I say it, most likely for the first time in my life. Jeez, my profs at Loyola would shake their heads in disappointment at my vulgarity. But better them than my fiancé. “That’s the first time I’ve said the c-word out loud.” I think that was worth telling him.

  A pleasant smile charms his lips, and his gaze lingers over me before locking with mine again. “What a good girl you are when you comply.” His hands reach down to cup my ass, and he starts pounding me deeper and faster, taking control over the rhythm and over me. “Tell me, little Petra, you want me to come inside you?”

  “Oh jeez…” His questions are driving me to the edge, and I’m close, so damn close, to come. “Oh, Alex, please.” I don’t even have air to argue my case. My breathing is ragged, and my thighs quiver as he goes even harder. “Ahh…” My mouth remains wide open to moan, the sensation of his cock twitching and then throbbing taking me to oblivion, and my flesh tingles with rapture. “Ahh…” Then I hear him grunting in bliss, and I explode around his cock just as he releases his warm orgasm inside of me. Being able to make him come under me is so powerful, but also way more demanding. I collapse onto him, burying my face in his pillow. Despite his thick liquid oozing from me, I remain still, focused on regaining my breath. Alex leans over just enough to kiss my temple, while his hands rub my back in circular movements. Then I feel his hand reaching down to the base of the plug and playing with it. “How does it feel?” he asks, slightly pushing the plug.

  Without even moving, I simply say, “Feels good, and different…”

  Then he pulls the plug very slowly out of my ass, and I let out a quick gasp at the feeling. “I’ll leave the plugs on your nightstand. Tomorrow morning, after your shower, you’re gonna take the first one and put it in before going to breakfast.”

  I blink twice in confusion, and after pulling back to look him in the eye, I ask, “You want me to go to breakfast with a plug in my butt?” My tone comes off as outrageous as his request.

  A quick laugh escapes him. “Yes, would you do that for me?”

  “I think the question is more what I wouldn’t do…” He doesn’t say anything in return, as he knows that’s the truth. Yeah, I’m possessed. Truly and utterl
y possessed by this man. He’s taking me to new heights, and all I can hope for is that he doesn’t let me fall. For I know that this time, I might not survive it. We remain looking at each other for a few more heartbeats before he presses his lips against my forehead. Then they hover by my ear, and he whispers, “Turn around.” And after ushering me to turn and face the mirror standing in front of the bed, he adds, “On your knees.”

  Oh jeez… As I do so, my ass remains up in the air, with my head down.

  “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he orders.

  What? Look at myself in the mirror?

  My first instinct is to decline, but curiosity gets the best of me, and I dare to stare at my reflection. But my attention goes to him standing on his knees behind me, wonderfully sculpted, his shoulders wide and heavy with muscle, his chest broad and flat. The light plays on every edge and corner of his abs, following the contours of the musculature below so that every striation is visible. I notice how vascular he is, especially on his arms, but two prominent blue veins bulge on each side of his abs and trace a pronounced line to his groin, disappearing below his waist. Oh gosh… everything about him is perfection.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says just above a whisper as we look at each other in the mirror.

  I laugh, thinking how he’s just read my mind, and I let my head dip down.

  “Eyes on me, Miss Van Gatt.”

  “Sorry.” My heart keeps thundering as I see him reaching for his cock and placing it between my butt cheeks. Oh jeez, I haven’t done this since the hunt. My body tenses up, and I freeze instantly at the thought of having him inside.

  “Shhh…” he says, stroking the lower part of my back. “Relax…” Instantly, though, my gaze drops again. “Petra.” And I know he wants me to keep looking at him.

  Taking a deep breath, I keep my eyes on his, and as I do so, there is a definite sense of his girth as he stretches me open to accommodate him. He thrusts slightly in, making me gasp at the feel of him. Oh fuck, I forgot how painful this can be. A plug is a total joke compared to him.

  He cracks a side smile, and pushes his head in a bit more.

  “Ah…” I close my eyes for a second, but reopen them just as fast.

  “Breathe…” he says in a low voice while going deeper. “I know you can take it.”

  Well, yeah, but last time, I was not watching the whole damn thing in the mirror! I try to keep my eyes wide open as he thrusts farther in, but it’s so hard. I want to close them, rest my head on the mattress. But I can’t.

  “Oh fuck,” I hear him growling. “You feel so damn good.” He licks his lower lip before moving his hips forward, this time harder.

  Jeez, my cheeks flush just hearing his words.

  “And you have no idea how much I love pleasing you.” I don’t know why I said that, but it felt like the right thing to say.

  He holds me on each side of my waist, his eyes focused down there, and, in a sudden move, he rams into me, taking my breath away.

  “Fuck…” I moan, feeling such a big part of him entering me.

  But he doesn’t stop there, no. He looks up at me again, and as we gaze at each other, he thrusts again. Deeper. Longer. Harder.

  Ah!” I whimper, my eyes never leaving his. I can see a smile of pride and satisfaction settling on his lips. And I smile too, knowing how much he is enjoying it. “Ah…” He thrusts once more, and I know in that moment that he is all the way inside.

  “See…” he mutters, keeping his smile just as big. “I knew you could take it.”

  There is some sort of womanly pride in showing him I’m able to take him completely.

  His hands leave my waist, going up to my hair to form a messy ponytail. Then he leans downs to meet me.

  “Now…” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear, his cock teasing me inside, but his eyes still locked on mine. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”

  My jaw drops at his words, but not my gaze. I keep looking him straight in the eye, and in the heat of the moment, I utter, biting my lip, “I hope so.”

  “Keep looking at me,” he demands, his hands holding my hair in a ponytail. “Even if you cry. Are we clear?”

  I nod, my eyes never leaving his stare. My body is in a trance, trembling, sweating, my heart filled with anxiety and fear at his next move. How much more rough can it be?

  He tightens his grip around my ponytail and my neck, and thrusts into me so hard that the only reason I don’t fall on the mattress is because he is holding me. I’ve got to close my eyes for a moment to breathe. “Petra.”

  But I reopen them just as fast at hearing him call my name, only to see how wet they are.

  “Ah…” he growls behind me as he keeps moving back and forth, propelling my hips forward with the intensity of each thrust.

  Tears start blurring my vision, and I sniffle, trying to prevent them from falling. But he doesn’t stop. No.

  And as I look at us in the mirror, him holding my neck and hair, his cock deep inside my ass, his pelvis moving back and forth, and me on my knees, I can feel everything we are both feeling—the pleasure, the pain, the power, the submission.

  “You’re such a fucking good girl,” he praises as we become one in that moment. And I can’t help but smile at his words.

  “Keep going,” I tell him.

  I have no idea why I dared to say that, but it just felt so natural to do so.

  His intensity picks up, and with tears streaming from my eyes, I moan, feeling his cock spasm inside me with a spreading warmth of cum.

  Then he closes his eyes for a second—the second he puts his lips on my temple. My heart melts at his tenderness, and I close mine too, losing myself in this heavenly sent kiss. I wish this could last forever. Tears keep falling, but not from the physical pain. I’d heard you could cry while making love, overwhelmed with emotions, but I never thought it would happen to me. “Hey…” he whispers. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m sorry.” I sniffle, feeling pathetic to be so emotional. “It has been a rough day.”

  Chuckling at my wordplay, he asks, “Should I leave?”

  “No,” I reply instantly before he can move away. “Stay inside me a bit longer.”

  As we remain silent, enjoying each other’s warmth, I try to cherish this moment as much as I can. For some reason that I can’t explain, a bitter taste settles in my gut, telling me the happiness won’t last.

  I can’t help but get anxious at the thought of my parents’ reaction once they find out we ran away. Are they gonna hurt him? Or us? Oh gosh! The thought of it makes me shiver instantly.

  “Be careful with my parents,” I tell him.

  “I know,” he replies, his tone filled with seriousness, as if he knows what I’m thinking. “I won’t let them hurt us.”

  Chapter 34

  The Hamptons, October 24, 2020

  Matthew Bradford

  “Are you sure about that?” Pops asks me once more, his tone coming off stern, as we remain on the front porch with Tess, Roy, and their security agents at one o’clock in the morning.

  “Yeah, I swear. She received a text on her phone and then left,” I tell them.

  Pops had come as fast as he could and called Roy right after. When they arrived here, their faces were so grave that I thought Petra had died or something.

  But one of the security agents standing beside Roy doesn’t seem convinced. “We haven’t intercepted any incoming messages though. Even the GPS tracking shows her phone is still here in this house.”

  And I’m not really sure what he means by that.

  “So what happened here?” Tess asks him. “Do you think she received a message that you couldn’t intercept? I thought the phone was fully traced, including calls.”

  What? Petra’s phone is being traced? So they heard my entire convo with her? Wow. They don’t joke around.

  “And it is,” the agent insists. “We should’ve received this text too. We receive them al
l.” He pauses, thinking something through, and then he asks, looking at me, “Did you see if she was carrying an extra phone with her?”

  “Um, I didn’t notice. I know she received the text on an iPhone.”

  “I’ve got the footage.” With his iPhone in his hands, Pops plays for us the recording from the camera at the gates. We see Petra heading there with her backpack, but there is no car waiting for her on the other side. She then opens the steel door near the main gates and starts running away. Alex must have been waiting a bit farther down the road.

  We all go outside to the driveway, trying to see if we can find any street cameras that would have a better angle to record the car and the plate itself.

  We walk a bit farther down the street, and all of a sudden, I hear a crack as I step on something. Looking at the ground, I find an iPhone shattered in a thousand pieces.

  “Well, that’s why you thought she had never left the house,” I tell the agents, pointing to what is left of her phone.

  “It’s him for sure,” Tess snaps as she glares at Roy. Then she rubs her eyes tiredly, blowing out a long sigh. Her eyes landing on me, she asks, “Did she tell you where she would be heading, or anything at all?”

  “No, she just said she was tired and was going to go to sleep,” I tell them again. “And by the time I got into the house, she had already left.”

  “Roy,” my dad puts a hand on his shoulder in order to appease him, “we will find her. I give you my word. And we will bring her back.” Then he looks at the agents and asks, “Do you have a suspect in mind?”

  “Yes, I do,” I reply at the same time as everyone else.

  “Alexander Van Dieren,” Tess mutters.

  “Okay…” My dad squints his eyes in confusion. "And who is he?”

  “He’s her godfather.” Tess is the first to reply again, her face laced with disgust and rage. I can tell she truly hates the guy, even though she tries hard to stay as stoic as possible. “He’s so obsessed with her that we had to keep him away from her for ten years.” What? That is something I wasn’t aware of. Jeez! I always suspected there was something wrong with that dude though. “Once he came back, he started grooming her again, so we asked him to move to Singapore and leave Petra alone, but this time it was too late.” Fuck! The more I hear Tess talking, the more I feel bad that I cooperated with that creep. Damn it! What a dumbass I was. “He’s a predator of the worst kind. And now… now he’s kidnapped her,” she says, trying to contain her rising tears.