Captive Princess (Romance on the Go Book 0)

by Winter Sloane

  “Would you want that?” he asked, brushing his mouth over hers, but not quite touching.

  “I’m scared if I give in, I won’t be the same.” She looked at her, big blue eyes not as naive as the first time they met, but in some ways, still heartbreakingly innocent. “You’re my first, you know.”

  That knowledge filled him with smugness, that he’d be her first and the last, because Vadim didn’t share his most cherished possessions.

  “You ruined me when we danced all those years ago. Oh, you didn’t need to do much. That quick kiss we shared was enough.”

  “Good. Does that frighten you? That I’m glad I have that effect on you?”

  “The blade’s double-edged.”

  Vadim didn't deny it. He could have waited a little longer for the two of them to have this discussion, but now was fine, too.

  “You’re not a sheltered princess anymore, Eve. What will you do next?”

  She bit on her bottom lip, one he wanted to nip at. He slipped his hands past her waist, under her shirt to grip the curves that maddened him, obsessed him. Vadim wanted her under him, at his mercy, begging him for release.

  “If I’m not Charles Valentin’s daughter, who am I? What have I left?”

  “Mine.”

  Would it be enough for her? Vadim would never let her go, but he wouldn’t get in the way of her dreams either. Once she finished grieving for her family, once she had the strength to move forward, she’d come to the realization that in a way, he set her free from the cage and constraints she’d had to live with her entire life as the daughter of a mafioso.

  Vadim didn’t stop her from tugging at his shirt. He allowed her to pull it off, so it would be his turn. She didn’t protest when he returned the favor, baring more of her creamy silken skin, the bright pink lace bra that matched her panties. Most of the bruises from three days ago had begun to fade, and so had the cuts.

  Eve might forget, but he wouldn’t. He recalled every blemish, any imperfection those fuckers put on her skin. They’d pay their debt soon enough.

  “Tell me to stop and I will.”

  She didn’t, not even when he reached behind her, unclasped her bra and tossed it away so he had an eyeful of her luscious breasts. He grazed a fist over her pinkish-brown nipples, liking how they pebbled under his touch.

  “I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Once we go down this path, there’s no coming back.”

  “I know. I want to lose myself in you.”

  It took plenty of courage for Eve to admit that. Vadim had given her space these past few days, knowing she fought a war inside of her—the desire for him versus vengeance for her kin. He could take her anytime, as was his right, but the last thing he wanted was her to hate him even more.

  Eve’s breathing hitched when he lowered his head to one breast, held the bud captive between his teeth, and grazed at it.

  He tongued her areola, slipping his hand further down her body, past the waistband of her jogging shorts, underwear, to find what he wanted. Vadim fingered her slick pussy folds, rubbing her clit back and forth. Then he bit hard enough to leave a mark on her tits. Eve cried out, digging her fingers into his biceps.

  “Yes,” she managed to utter. “More. Please.”

  Chapter Five

  “What exactly are you begging me for, princess?” Vadim asked, voice edged with roughness, lust he could no longer contain.

  He’d waited for her too long, wanted to see her come undone, satisfied by the knowledge he stripped her shields bare and made her scream his name. Only then, she’d become his in every sense of the word.

  “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” she retorted. There it was, the fire in her eyes.

  He smiled in response.

  “I want…” She hesitated, clutching at his shoulders tighter, her tits brushing against his chest. Maddening, but he wanted to hear it on her lips. “You.”

  He flipped her over, her body cushioned by the soft grass. Eve yelped but didn’t push him away, or tell him she changed her mind. Too late for regrets either way. Vadim hooked his fingers into the soft silken material of her shorts, yanked them down, along with her underwear, baring the slick jewel between her legs.

  Shy smile on her lips, she parted her knees for him, giving him a glimpse of her sleek, velvet folds, an open invitation. Vadim dispensed with his bottoms and boxers, until he stood in front of her, nude.

  She sucked in a breath, eyeing his thickening dick. “You’re—”

  She couldn’t continue.

  “Speechless?”

  “Can you really fit in me?”

  He knelt in front of her, blanketed his body over hers and took her lips again. The sweet taste of her, of crushed berries mixed in with vanilla, exploded on his mouth. She kissed him back, fervently, biting his bottom lip. His unexpected little hellion.

  Vadim left a trail of kisses down her neck, licked, sucked, and savored every inch of skin. Reaching her groin, he gripped her thighs open, legs she vainly tried to close.

  “No. All of you—tits, cunt, ass, and the rest of your body, mine.”

  She sucked in a breath, nodding as he eyed her tempting pink folds.

  “Such a pretty pussy. I need a taste.” He flicked his tongue over her clit, back and forth until it hardened. She moaned above him, clawing at the grass as he sucked on her outer lips, pushed his tongue into her opening. Vadim ate her out, loving every groan and sound of pleasure he wrangled from her lips.

  When she wove her fingers into his hair, he didn’t protest.

  “Come for me, princess. Do it now,” he ordered, biting lightly on the nub of her clit. She squirmed, back arching as she climaxed, screaming out his name. He licked her clean, like a satisfied cat. Her eyelids fluttered, and a languid expression settled on her pretty face. He gave her thigh a warning squeeze.

  “No, don’t go to sleep yet, princess. We’ve just begun. I intend to take your virginity then claim your other hole, too. Maybe not today but soon. I’m a ravenous man. I want all of you.”

  ****

  Uttered by another man, those words would have unnerved Eve, but she felt sated, her body aching in some places where he bit her, left his marks over her. She didn’t know why she liked that, why they were different from the bruises left behind by the three men who’d nearly raped her three days ago

  No, Eve understood. Those men saw her as disposable trash, one body among many to use and abuse, but not Vadim. Vadim wanted to keep her, desired her when she thought no other man would want her.

  When she’d first met him, she confessed wanting to have what Clarissa and Raul did, but her sister’s relationship, Clarissa’s insistence on choosing her own man, had doomed all of them. Eve saw that now.

  “My father,” she muttered, unsure why the fuck she brought this up now, “offered me as an alternative to my sister to Gustav Petrovich. He refused, saying his son deserved better than a consolation prize, a reject.”

  Anger flashed in Vadim’s green eyes. “Gustav’s a bitter little man, and he’ll soon pay for his crimes.”

  She gripped his arm in warning. Eve had already lost her family. She couldn’t recover if Vadim was taken from her, too. He was on her side, her dark protector. One didn’t choose whom they loved, and she’d held a torch for him since she’d been a girl, a foolish brat with idealistic dreams.

  “What did you mean by that?”

  “You’re my one weakness, princess. I’d been placed in a position where making the wrong move could fuck things up, but now’s different. Gustav might have succeeded in his revenge, but he discounted you. Ask and I’ll kill him for you.”

  Eve sat up slowly, clenching her fists by her sides at the startling revelation that she held the power to end the life of the man she hated, who planned and waited five years to end the entire Valentin family.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “Good. Let’s turn to more important matters.”

  Her gaze lingered on the mon
ster hanging between his legs, so thick, so full. Eve reached out, curious, curling his fingers around his shaft. She settled on her knees, a better position. Vadim groaned when she moved her hand up and down.

  “Harder,” he commanded.

  Eve did as he asked, amazed how his shaft became engorged. She swiped the pre-cum gathered at his tip, leaned in close, and gave it a lick, until the taste of him filled her mouth. He speared fingers into her hair, tugging her close.

  “Take me in your mouth.”

  She parted her lips and took him a couple of inches, before gagging. Eyes watering, she refused to give up. Eve tried again, sucked slower, running her tongue and using a bit of teeth to trace every bump and ridge of his dick.

  Eve bobbed her head up and down, able to accommodate more of him, but not all. Never mind. She’d practice.

  Wait. Did she just presume there might be a second time and a third?

  “I’ll take over.”

  She held her mouth open, letting him push in and out of her, rhythm painfully controlled, slow. So careful, she realized. Vadim must have been walking on glass since she arrived. He was close, pulled his prick away, but she held on, pressing her lips over the skin of his dick. Vadim felt like silk stretched over heated steel in her mouth. When he exploded, she accepted his jizz. Droplets dripped down the side of her mouth, but he swiped them clean, licking his fingers after.

  Eve blushed and sat back on her heels, waiting for his next instructions. Giving Vadim a blowjob, holding that power over a man like him, her man if she wanted, had aroused her. Even now, her tits contracted, and her pussy grew wet once more.

  “Lay on your back on the grass. Touch yourself.”

  Her face must be completely red by now, but she liked it when he gave her orders. She scooted backwards, lay down, and spread herself. With two fingers, she parted her cunt lips, aware of his intense gaze pinned on her at all times.

  Eve had masturbated many times, especially when she couldn’t sleep. When she touched herself, she’d fantasized about one man. This moment was real, though, and it felt different, with Vadim there.

  “Pinch those large tits.”

  She closed two fingers over her left tit, his teeth-marks still pinkish, standing out. Mine, Vadim had said as if he stated a simple fact. She pulled at the bud and groaned, closing her legs on impulse, but he walked in front of her, nudging them apart. Eve placed her other hand between her legs and began fondling herself.

  When she looked at Vadim, she noticed his hand on his dick, stroking it back to life.

  This was really happening. Eve wanted Vadim, obsessed about him as much as he did her.

  Eve would always mourn her family, her grief not easily forgotten, but her father and sister had made their choices. In the aftermath of the slaughter, Eve chose to survive. Was it wrong, to cling to the one man who was capable of getting under her skin? Past marrow, skin and bone, Vadim would soon tunnel a way to her heart, only to discover it had always belonged to him.

  “Fuck. I need to be in you now.” Vadim went for his jeans, taking out a condom foil from his wallet, and lube.

  “You came prepared,” she managed to point out, still not stopping.

  “Always am, in case I wore you down and you caved.”

  “This thing between us, there’s no cure for it,” she whispered.

  “Are you scared?”

  “Yes, but I don’t want to back off now.”

  “Good.” Vadim knelt in front of her once more, cock once again full, hard.

  “Will it hurt?”

  “Only the first time.” Vadim gripped her ankle, placed one leg on his shoulder, and then did the same to the other.

  Eve soon understood why he chose this position, because it offered intimacy of the highest level. Like this, he could see every expression on her face, every weakness and vulnerability. Vadim uncapped the lube, spreading some on his fingers, then her slick pussy. His touch sent an electric jolt right to her core, made her insides melt.

  “I’m going to get you ready for me, before using my cock.”

  “Okay.”

  He pushed lowered his face into her cunt and blew at her clit. Vadim apparently knew what he was doing. He tongued the sensitive nub of flesh, occasionally using a bit of teeth, leaving her a panting mess, like her body no longer belonged to her. She moaned, aware of her slick pussy lips. She was so wet and ready for him. Needing something to hold onto, she gripped the grass, coming away with slivers. Eve clawed at the ground again, found a sturdy root and held on.

  “You’re ready.” Vadim leaned forward, took her mouth again. He gave her a surprisingly tender and sweet kiss, one that nearly sent her over the moon. Then he broke the foil, slipped the rubber over his shaft, and pressed the tip against her entrance. She held him instead, nails creating half-crescent marks on his inked, tanned flesh as he slowly sank his cock inside her.

  Eve felt every inch, the burn making her grit her teeth. Some kind of barrier broke and she felt sticky fluid down her thigh. Not yet, she thought.

  “Endure this for me, princess. Soon enough, I’ll make you fly.”

  Holding on to his promise, she took deep breaths, until he sheathed himself to the hilt, balls brushing against her ass. His stubbled jaw brushed against hers, and she opened her mouth to receive his kiss, this one bruising, fully waking the hunger inside of her.

  Chapter Six

  Fuck, but Eve felt incredibly tight around his dick. Vadim wanted to rut her, fuck her hard and good, but this was Eve’s first time. He pulled his dick out, sliding back in slowly, until her nails scored his back, marking him as hers, too.

  He thrust in and out of her, gritting his teeth, settling on a rhythm that suited them both. Eve locked her hands behind his neck, one hand in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. She’d gotten bold, but he liked how she knew what she wanted. Crushing her lips, he moved faster, sweat-slicked body sliding against hers. Deep and deeper, he breached her most intimate places.

  He changed the angle of his thrust and must have found her G-spot, because she arched her back.

  When Vadim released her mouth, she mewled for him. He decided he liked that sound. He aimed for her sweet spot repeatedly. She held on, fingers on his shoulders, spurring him on. Vadim reduced them both to grunts and pants. Words had flown out the window a long time ago.

  He reached for her left breast, pinching her nipple, and she cried out, eyes widening. Then every tense muscle in her body went slack. Eve’s eyelids fluttered shut as bliss swept her under. Seeing her in orgasm, his own crashed into him a second later. A few thrusts and the pressure building inside him broke.

  The forest, the river, all of it fell away from his line of sight. He growled out his pleasure, emptying his balls into the condom. When he was done, he pulled out of her, disposed of the condom and lay next to Eve.

  Vadim waited a few seconds for both of them to recover their breathing. Now that the hunger had been sated, would Eve regret her decision? She cuddled close, resting her face on his chest, her glorious, brown curls fanning out. Like silk, he remembered thinking, twirling one lazy finger into a loose strand.

  “I didn’t know,” she began. “That sex could be that amazing. The initial pain seemed like nothing.”

  She rested a palm over his left pectoral, over the heart that beat and bled for her alone.

  “It wouldn’t have been like that,” she murmured, “if you didn’t pull those men off me.”

  He closed his fingers over hers. Vadim wasn’t a fool. He knew sex hadn’t been the cure for anything, but they’d come to an understanding.

  “I hate you a little. I know it’s childish and you saved my life. I’m grateful, but it’s still there, but with time, that will fade,” she said.

  If he did possess the ability to rewind time, he’d change nothing. Only Eve mattered, and trying to save anyone else could have ended in her death or his. Vadim had been ready to die a long time ago, but this fiery young woman had stirred the dead ashes of hi
s heart back to life.

  “What’s going to happen next?” she finally asked.

  “I have no intention of going back to that life.”

  She tightened her grip on his fingers. “Can we really escape? Since I was a little girl, I always imagined what it would be like, if I wasn’t Charles Valentin’s daughter.”

  “It’s possible.” He sat up, gathering her in his arms. She looked up at him with eyes far too old for her, but that had been unavoidable. He’d seen his share of violence, and she understood the world didn’t come in clear shades of black and white, too.

  “I’m frightened,” Eve admitted. “My heart knows what it wants, but—”

  Vadim pressed a finger to her lips. “That’s all that matters. You know I’m not the most decent man, but I’ll make sure no one can fucking hurt you again.”

  “You’re all I have now,” she whispered. His parched soul, devoid of any emotion save what he felt for Eve, cracked a little at those words. If Vadim loved her enough, he’d set her free despite his claims to keep her, but her next words stumped him most.

  “I think,” Eve murmured, “that’s okay. You’re the only one that mattered, the only person who ever saw me and didn’t think I was flawed or imperfect.”

  Good days, bad days. Those were inevitable, but as long as he had his woman by his side, then Vadim wasn’t worried. There might be light at the end of the tunnel after all. First though, Vadim had to throw out the trash, paving the road to their future so Eve would stop having those nightmares.

  ****

  Eve couldn’t sleep, not with the knowledge Vadim might be bleeding or dead somewhere. She flung the comforters aside, staring at the empty space where he usually lay. Her chest constricted, making it difficult to breathe. Padding to the nearest window, she opened it, letting the wind in.

  Since they’d made love by the riverbank a week ago, it seemed foolish to stick to separate rooms. Once that one barrier between them had been crossed, it was easier. Eve didn’t regret her decision to stay with Vadim one bit, the thought of escape never entering her mind once. After all, she was always free to leave.