by Nikki Sloane
Overwhelming sensations flooded along my nerve endings. Heat. Ecstasy. Desire. When my orgasm released me, my hands fell away from this shoulders and I went slack and boneless against the leather cushions.
For a moment, there was only the sound of my rapid breathing and the thumping bass from downstairs, and then Luka rose up, wiping his mouth. His lips bowed into the faintest smile, making him look seductive and dangerous. He undid the utility belt around his hips and the gun thudded to the floor. It sounded too heavy to be plastic.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
He never asked me to do anything. It was always a command. Yet in the aftermath of the orgasm, I was euphoric, so I teased him. “You think you can tell me what to do?”
His serious expression didn’t change. “Yes.”
When he didn’t move or say anything else, I sobered. He was waiting impatiently on me to follow his order, but I’d already done more and gone further with him than I’d meant to. It was insane how quickly I’d allowed him to get under my skirt. I barely knew him, and I wasn’t a one-night fling kind of girl.
“I’m, uh . . . not sure—” I mumbled, letting my gaze fall downward.
Strong hands seized mine and tugged me up until I was sitting on the edge of the couch. Luka set our hands together on his collarbones, his palms pressing against the backs of my hands. “Undo one.”
I blinked away my confusion. He wanted me to undo one of his buttons? The chest beneath my fingers was hard and lean, and I wanted to see what was below the navy uniform. I’d only fantasized about it for two years, and he was telling me to take a peek . . . My fingers were clumsy as I undid the first button below the collar of his dress shirt.
Luka’s fingers weren’t clumsy. They were nimble as he unfastened my blouse button, which sat an inch above my cleavage. He could hold his liquor much better than I could. He seemed barely drunk, whereas I was getting worse. My brain moved sluggishly along, struggling to keep up.
“Now another.” His voice was low, but firm.
My mouth went dry, but I could do this. It wasn’t quite as real when he was the one undoing my shirt, versus myself. I popped open his next button, revealing tan, smooth skin below. I tensed as he tugged at my shirt, freeing another button so my black bra was exposed. His gaze drifted down, taking in my average-sized breasts encased in black satin.
“All of them,” he said. This time his voice was tinged with something that sounded a lot like excitement.
I swallowed thickly as I undid the rest of the line of buttons, and sat back. He rewarded me by pulling the shirttails free from his waistband and left the unbuttoned shirt to hang open. Holy hell, there was faint definition of his abdominals. My gaze roved over his chest and I tried not to let it show how badly I wanted to touch him.
Things grew hazy when he hurried to undo and throw open my shirt. His mouth was on my neck, carving a path down my collarbone. I shivered when his whiskers scraped along my skin. Fingers were inside my bra, tugging the cups down, and then his mouth locked on a nipple. It snapped into a hardened point as his tongue swiped over it, and the dull ache between my legs grew hot and sharp.
I gasped as he nipped with teeth, hard enough it hurt, but instantly his kiss soothed the burn away. How did he do that? I shut my eyes and let him suck at me while I hung on, my fingers laced through his thick hair. To hell with the spinning, I thought.
A noise of surprise broke free from my throat when he abruptly grabbed my shoulders and flung me down on my back on the couch cushions. Everything moved so fast, and I didn’t enjoy the sensation of being out of control. It was unfamiliar and scary. I had to concentrate and force myself to stay active, because the tequila made me slow and indifferent. You cannot let this go any further.
Luka’s hands and mouth were still focused on my breasts as he settled on his knees between my legs. When I tried to scoot back and sit up, he lifted his head and shot me a surprised look. Did I appear as nervous as I felt?
He blinked slowly, and then returned to his task, running his lips over one of my peaked nipples. “We’ve still got all our clothes on.” His words were soft and almost playful. “How much trouble can we really get in?”
The leather couch squealed as he shifted, sliding down along the length of my body. My stomach trembled beneath his scattered kisses. Was he going to . . .
Yes. The skirt was shoved up and his mouth was fire. This time I dug my fingers into my own skin, clutching at the tops of my thighs as he went down on me. The sight of Luka kneeling between my legs and licking me was unbelievable. Muscles low in my belly clenched, tensing to the point of pain.
That was exactly what he did to me. Made me want him so badly it hurt.
“I like that I’m the only one,” he whispered, “who knows what you taste like.”
I dragged air in and out of my body, watching him nuzzle my most sensitive part. He wasn’t gentle. He attacked me like we were under an approaching deadline, rushing me along. Maybe we were. Perhaps the alcohol would wear off soon and I’d come to my senses about how irresponsible I was being.
But perhaps he’d realize any second how ridiculous this was, really. He would figure out that the quivering virgin spread beneath him was too shy and awkward to play in his world.
“Oh!” My back arched high off the cushions as he plunged a finger inside me. The action, combined with his tongue, was too much to stay quiet through. I moaned and writhed as he teased me mercilessly. The finger pulsed in and out, injecting me with pleasure. He made me feel so good . . .
Luka sat back on his heels and both hands hurried to undo his belt and zipper. The air in the room went arctic.
“Wait!” Panic gripped me, locking my muscles.
He leaned over and put one hand on the cushion beside my head. “Shh, relax.” His voice was soothing, and followed immediately by his lips on mine. His kiss was slow and sweet. “We’re just going to put skin on skin.” His lips continued to assault and persuade, speaking and then kissing. “Did you like my mouth here?” His hand pressed to my damp body, touching my clit. “I’m going to put my cock on you, Addison. I’m going to tease you with it until you come.”
I shuddered, alight with excitement and trepidation. His belt clinked as it tumbled open, and he pulled his pants off of his hips, one side, then the other. His statement was technically true. We still had our clothes on, but it was really a lie. I was completely exposed with my breasts spilling over the tops of the cups of my bra and the skirt corded around my waist. Basically naked, with nowhere to hide trapped beneath him.
Luka gripped himself with the hand he wasn’t using for support, and slowly lowered onto me. The warm skin of his chest was our first connection, followed by his lips on mine, and then . . .
Holy hell!
Warning lights flashed in my head at how close I was to actual sex. His hard erection felt like it was wrapped in velvet when it pressed against my slit, only a fraction of an inch too high to gain entry. He groaned into my mouth and his lips were forceful and demanding. He kissed me as if I’d pissed him off and yet it turned him on.
Skin on skin, he’d said. I had no idea how amazing and torturous it was until he moved. His body slid over mine and I gasped as every point of contact between us came alive. The brush of his skin on my nipples was nice, but the ridge of his dick massaging my clit was something else entirely. A dark need roared to life and whispered terrible ideas, trying to bargain to get what it wanted.
Luka sawed his body back and forth on top of mine while he continued to control my mouth with his. His lips were incessant. They alternated between hard and soft, rough quickly followed by gentle and tender. It was impossible to match his ever-changing technique, especially when I was foggy with alcohol and lust.
The length of his glide seemed to increase with every pass, increasing the tension inside me, until I was certain I’d orgasm with the next rock of his hips. Yet it just kept feeling better. The coil of sexual release only wound tighter.
Holy hell, I could hear how wet I was, and my face heated with embarrassment. Was it normal to be this turned on? His dick was drenched in my arousal, and I was panting between his punishing kisses. He slid backward and readied to charge forward once more—
No.
His angle was too low, and the head of his hard dick was right at my entrance, pressing against my tight body.
I went rigid and once again panic filled my voice. “Luka.”
He held perfectly still. He didn’t advance, but he didn’t retreat either. His dark eyes stared down with so much intensity, it stole my breath. What was he thinking about, and why hadn’t he backed off? His expression slowly shifted into the seductive one from before.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You can still be a good girl.” The tip of his cock dug into me, forcing its way toward entry. “It doesn’t count if I’m barely inside you.”
I inhaled sharply with discomfort and surprise, my mouth falling open. He was big and hard, and my body naturally resisted, but he continued to press forward. It didn’t matter that I was trying to scoot backward—there was nowhere to go. My head hit the armrest of the couch, and his hand clamped down on my breast so tightly I couldn’t retreat further.
“Wait a minute,” I said, swallowing back the rising fear.
But he didn’t.
Luka inched his way along, until I could feel the tip of his cock pushing past my entrance. It hurt. The stretch was a sharp pain followed immediately by a deep, uncomfortable ache. My eyes were as wide as they’d ever been in my life. Holy God. There was someone else inside me.
He ceased his movement, but then he was kissing me again. I turned my head to the side, away from him, and struggled to get my breathing under control. Things were spinning so badly now I couldn’t focus on what I wanted to say. What I needed to say. Had I told him no?
“Stop,” I choked out.
“I did.” His voice was hypnotic when it was that close to my ear. His tongue traced a line down my neck and I shivered in response. “I’m hardly inside you, and fuck, you’re so tight.” He seized one of my hands with his and forced it down between our bodies. His fingers curled mine around his thick shaft that wasn’t inside me. “See?” He nipped gently on the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “You’re still okay, Addison.”
He guided my hand to stroke him and groaned in pleasure. Was what he said true? Was I still a virgin even though an inch of him was lodged inside my body? There was a lot of him that wasn’t buried between my legs.
His order was urgent and commanding. “Harder.”
I clenched my fist tighter around him. He was thick. I stroked from the base all the way until he disappeared inside me, and then back down again. He was firm and warm. Did I like this feeling or should I be upset that he’d taken over and done this without permission? The only thing I knew for certain was I shouldn’t have had the last shot of tequila. My inhibitions were too far gone. The dark voice in my head wanted to tell him to go further. Deeper. My head swung back to face him.
His expression was determination, but I didn’t get much of a look. He slammed his mouth over mine, claiming me in a quick, but forceful kiss.
“Always doing what I tell you,” he murmured against my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
I whimpered as his hips moved and Luka slipped a little deeper inside. I squirmed like I could melt into the couch and evade the uncomfortable intrusion.
His lips parted and he blew out a loud sigh. “You want me all the way inside you?”
“No,” I cried quickly.
“Then stop moving.” Shear concentration was etched on his face, like he was in an enormous battle and losing the fight. “You feel way too goddamn good.”
My thoughts splintered into two. It was empowering to hear he liked it, but logic screamed at me to stop this immediately. It had already gone too far. In my fantasies, yes, I had sex with him, but that was fantasy. It didn’t carry consequences or cause regret.
I closed my eyes and tried to center myself, but it was impossible. Luka’s teeth dragged over my breasts, followed by his hands, and I was on a merry-go-round spinning ninety miles an hour.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, then pushed forward. His shallow thrust hurt, and the ache flooded my lower body with heat. His breath filled my ear. “You can take a little more.”
“No,” I whined.
“Yes.”
That single word tipped the scales, and I crossed from confusion into dread. It was clear now that we were going to go as far as Luka wanted, and I had no say in the matter. I slapped my hands on his bare chest and pushed up with all my might.
“You’re not wearing anything.” Like a condom.
“I’m clean, and you’re a virgin. We’re both okay.”
Was he stupid? “No, Luka. Get off of me.”
It flipped a switch in him. I saw the Luka I thought I knew disappear, and something else took over in his place. This version of him was all hard and cold, and utterly terrifying.
“Reach up and grab ahold of the armrest.” His voice was detached and chilling.
“No—”
It died on my tongue as Luka glared at me. “Be a good girl and do what I say.”
His threatening look made me reach up with shaky hands and clutch at the leather armrest. He grabbed my wrists, binding them together in one strong hold. The tight clamp on my wrists was too much to overcome or break free from.
“Please,” I whispered, trembling so badly I was sure to vibrate off the couch.
“Shh.” His lips brushed over mine. “Just relax.”
It was an order I couldn’t obey no matter how much I wanted to. I stayed perfectly still as he held me down and pulsed inside me, his dick sliding in and out in tiny strokes. My body was no longer protesting as badly as before, but it wasn’t enjoyable. My heart beat so fast I became lightheaded and dizzy. And my heart stopped altogether when Luka’s free hand slid over my mouth and covered it, silencing me.
“I’ll go slow,” he said. Warm lips trailed over my cheekbone. “But it’s going to hurt at first.”
I sucked in rapid gasps through my nose. Oh my God. I tried to speak, but my cries for him to stop were muffled against his rough palm.
No, no, no! Not like this.
I wriggled and tried to get him to release me, but he was unfazed. His singular focus was on my eyes, watching every rapid blink I made as I fought back, but my struggle was nothing to him.
Please, not like this! I silently pleaded with him. Couldn’t he see how I was panicking? Didn’t he care?
No, he didn’t. His eyes were dark as black lava and his expression was complete dominance. I felt owned. Smothered under his power. He drew in a deep breath, preparing for something big. Then his hips sank further into me and I moaned in pain. There was a sharp stab of fire, which gave way to a burning, ripping feeling.
That was when Luka Markovic ruthlessly stole from me what was supposed to be mine to give.
Chapter
FOUR
Hot tears stung in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I used my anger to sink my teeth into Luka’s hand. I bit as hard as I could until he swore and yanked the hand away.
Air poured in through my lips and I rasped, readying to scream—
He cupped my jaw and pressed his forehead against mine, his tone soothing and quiet. “Calm down. It’s okay, it’s over.”
Nothing was okay. Was he insane? The air was too thin and I started to hyperventilate. I gasped and choked.
“Shh,” he whispered softly. Did he honestly think I’d take comfort from him right now? The fiery pain radiated outward from my hips to the base of my spine, even though he wasn’t moving. Once he’d forced himself all the way in, Luka hesitated.
“Addison.” His thumb slid over my trembling lips and pressed down, stilling them. “Fuck, Addison. You feel so good.”
I was trapped in a centrifuge, whirling in a blur, only instead of separating my emot
ions they were a jumbled mess. Lust. Hurt. Shock. The alcohol only added to the confusion. His voice was soaked with appreciation, and in spite of what he’d just done, it was hard to ignore the tiny tinge of warmth it gave me.
His mouth replaced his thumb, sealing his lips over mine. I went limp in his hold, not returning the kiss but not running from it either. The damage had been done, and what I wanted was irrelevant—Luka would take whether I gave or not, so I chose to lie motionless and give nothing.
My inaction seemed to drive him. His kiss was intense and his tongue pushed past my lips, slipping into my mouth. So soft and gentle, in total contrast to what he’d done.
What he was still doing.
A slight move of his hips brought on a new wave of discomfort, and I moaned my displeasure against his mouth. Probably because I wasn’t responding to his kiss, he pulled back and examined my face . . . what the hell was his expression? Was it supposed to be worry?
“It’ll get better,” he said, his voice low.
I swung my gaze away from him and closed my eyes, desperate to shut him out. But how could I do that when he was deep inside me, making me ache and throb? Or with his hand clasping my wrists tightly together, his bare chest pressed to mine?
Inch by burning inch, Luka crept in and out of me. He was at least true to his word and went slow. The pain lessened to a point I could think over it. How had I been this stupid? I was almost as angry with myself as I was with him.
The leather couch squeaked to match his slow rhythm. I couldn’t keep my eyes closed any longer. I stared blankly at the soft leather cushion back and tried to shut everything down. Like I could pretend he wasn’t on top of me, his dick surging inside my aching body, or his mouth latched onto my ear. With all that was happening, it was his uneven breath that became too loud to ignore.
