“Please.” She hated the need in her voice, but it stopped him in his tracks. “Don’t stomp off again without an explanation. Talk to me.”
He walked towards the bed, his expression unreadable.
The mattress dipped, but he didn’t touch her, even though Sasha hungered to feel his fingers and his lips on her again. This was wrong, her desire for him, but she couldn’t help herself. He treated her with nothing but respect, had never laid a hand on her or taken her by force. Nikolai had been holding himself back. She didn’t miss the erection he sported, even though he tried hiding it from her.
Nikolai finally reached for her, twirled a strand of hair in his fingers, then stroked her, touch impossibly gentle.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you just now,” he said.
“Why? I don’t regret it. I’ve been wondering if you lost interest in me.”
Nikolai narrowed his eyes. “That would never happen. I didn’t want to cross that line until you were ready, until you realized there’s no one else for you but me.”
Nikolai always had way of twisting his words, of trying to convince himself that he was a monster, Sasha thought drily. Didn’t Nikolai know she could see past his lies easily? In his own way, he cared about her. Why allow her so many liberties? Why hadn’t he stopped her or restrained her when he found out she’d taken his cell phone in the middle of the night?
“Kiss me again.” Sasha knew it wasn’t wise, making demands of a killer, but she had to know if their earlier kiss had been a fluke.
Chapter Ten
Nikolai leaned in close, slamming his lips over hers. Heat washed over her, obliterating any doubts left in her mind. She parted her lips for him as he thrust his tongue down her throat. Nikolai withdrew from her mouth, licking his lips, looking far from sated.
Her core heated at the look in his eyes. He cupped her left breast, massaging it, then giving it a squeeze, making her nipples tighten. She was glad she’d changed out of the shirt and jeans she wore today and into her usual nightly wear—one of his t-shirts. Nikolai planted a hand between her breasts and gently pushed her until she lay on her back, staring up at his massive frame.
Sasha’s heart thudded, but she didn’t stop him as he straddled her.
He slowly slid his knee between her legs, against her panties. Her breathing hitched as moisture gathered between her legs.
“Tell me to stop anytime and I will,” he said.
“Okay. Don’t stop.”
For some reason, that made him smile.
Sasha waited for his next move, moaning when he planted one hand on her hip, holding her in place. The other hand he used to pin her wrists above her head, the motion thrusting her breasts upwards. Then he loosened his grip, spreading his fingers across hers. He held her hands for a few moments. She squeezed at his fingers, unable to form complete sentences.
“Please,” she uttered.
His gaze slipped from her kiss-swollen lips to her hardened tits, a predatory smile on his lips. She blushed.
“Please what? What do you want, baby?”
“You.”
Nikolai leaned in to steal another kiss, taking his time. He nipped at her bottom lip, ran his tongue over her parted lips, before leaving a trail down the side of her neck, her collarbones.
He released her hands, and she helped him peel off his shirt. Underneath, she wore nothing but her panties. Cool air kissed her breasts. Sasha shivered, barely feeling the cold when he lowered his mouth to her nipple and closed his teeth on it. She moaned as her tits pebbled. He bit down, leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth there, before moving on to the other one.
Nikolai didn’t tear his gaze off her the entire time, as if he wanted to commit her reaction to memory. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest, to be set free. Seeing his bite marks on her breasts, the red stark against her creamy white skin, only aroused her. She tried to close her legs, but he only tightened the pressure on her hip, a warning.
“Don’t hide your need from me, baby,” he said, fingering the hem of her black panties.
He rubbed her through the fabric, teasing a groan from her lips, then shredded the panties. Too stunned by how he easily destroyed them, Sasha only breathed in and out, waiting for his next move. Nikolai told her she could put a stop to this anytime, but the thought never crossed her mind. Nikolai might like reminding her she wasn’t in the hands of a good man, that he was a killer, but he forgot one vital fact. Never once had he harmed her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her thighs, hand close to the slick folds of her pussy lips. Those words undid her completely.
“Show me that pretty pussy.” It was a command, not a question.
She parted her legs for him. God, her entire face must be red by now. He stroked her cunt lips, gathering the wetness to his mouth and sucking on them.
“Sweet,” he murmured. “Just like I imagined. Do you know what’s going to happen next, baby?”
Sasha couldn’t speak, so she shook her head.
“First, I’m going to claim this pussy, to remind you that this…” He paused, circling her clit until the bud turned swollen. She moaned, thrusting her hips towards his hand, but he didn’t bite, not yet. Nikolai continued, “Belongs to me.”
She shuddered at those words. It was incredibly wrong that she felt so turned on by them, by how right they sounded, but screw logic. Sasha was a grown woman. She knew what she wanted and that was having Nikolai between her thighs.
Nikolai traced her slick pussy lips.
“Nikolai,” she whispered. “Keep teasing me and I’ll come on your fingers.”
He smirked, then slowly slid a finger into her tight heat. Pain flared, but she barely noticed it. Her entire body felt strung up, like she was high on drugs. Something inside her broke as his hand came away with blood. His smile widened, and he began teasing her again, rubbing at her pussy lips until his hand came away slick with her cum. At the same time, he continued stroking her clit with his thumb. The pressure inside her built.
“So, what do you think about that?”
What did he ask her again?
****
Nikolai drew circles on her clit, then gave it a pinch, wrangling a gasp from her. “I want to hear your answer,” he said.
“No objections,” she uttered.
Fuck him but those cornflower blue eyes, so languid, so soft, suited her. He liked that, both the fire in her eyes when he challenged her and when he exposed her vulnerability. Nikolai tugged off his shirt, liking the appreciative look she gave him. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans.
“Good girl,” was all he said.
Heat appeared over her cheeks and neck. Did she like it when he called her that?
Then he lowered his face into her cunt, sweeping his tongue across the swollen hood, then sucking on it. She gasped, raking her nails across his shoulders, but he didn’t mind.
Nikolai liked that she had some bite to her because maybe he’d finally found a woman able to handle him. Most of the women he’d been with before always complained he was too rough, too possessive. They meant nothing to him, petty distractions. He’d known from the start Sasha could be something else.
She was a dangerous, curvy little thing, but he didn’t care. He needed to fuck her senseless, to hear her scream out his name. Nikolai gently thrust two fingers into her pussy again. She shuddered against him, chest heaving, those gorgeous tits marked by his teeth bouncing slightly as she came.
Nikolai got off her, needing to bury himself in her soon. She looked fucking perfect on the bed, his conquered prize, his woman. Sasha looked like she was about to curl into a ball, but he stroked her belly, her thighs until she blinked up at him. His goddess.
He patted the edge of the bed.
“Come here,” he ordered, pleased she scooted a little lower.
He chucked off his jeans. Never once did she push him away or tell him to fuck off, to stop. Sasha wanted this as
much as he did. Don’t leave, she had begged him moments before. It broke him a little hearing those words slip from her lips, and he swore he’d never walk away from an argument with her again.
She wetted her tempting little lips while he stroked his dick in his hand, aware of her gaze on him. Nikolai didn’t bother with a condom. He was clean, and she had taken no other man in her. Except him. Nikolai would be her first and her last because he’d kill without remorse the next man who touched her.
His prick turned rock hard as he watched the rise and fall of her chest. There was no going back now. He searched those blue eyes for any flicker of hesitation or fear, only to see excitement there. Three days. He waited that long and didn’t regret it one bit, because maybe she finally understood that he’d be the only man for her.
He lifted her leg on his left shoulder and placed a kiss on her calf, making her giggle. Nikolai planted both legs over his shoulder. Like this, he could see her slick, pink pussy links. Nikolai blanketed his body over her soft curves, careful not to crush her. She was a fucking perfect fit against him.
Chapter Eleven
“Are you ready for me?” Nikolai asked her.
Yes, she mouthed, still incapable of words it seemed. He pushed inside her tight heat, slowly, carefully, especially knowing this was her first time, their first time, and he didn’t want her to think back on this moment with regret. Nikolai gripped her hips. Fuck, she was tight. Sasha’s inner muscles clamped down on his dick.
“So tight,” he muttered. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. Breathe in and out for me. That’s good.”
She relaxed against him. Gritting his teeth, Nikolai took his time until he sheathed himself all the way in, until his balls brushed against her pussy lips.
Nikolai began with slow and steady strokes, aware of her nails raking across his shoulders. Her lips parted as a moan slipped out. Nikolai brushed his mouth against hers, muffling her cries. This time, he kissed her slowly as if they had all the time in the world. When he pulled back, she panted.
“Faster,” she told him.
He picked up speed, and she raised her hips, meeting him for every stroke. He must have found her sensitive spot because she gasped. Nikolai focused on that spot, her cries of pleasure music to his ears.
His balls drew tight against his body as he rode her deep and deeper. He reached between their bodies, stroking her clit back and forth, then giving it a pinch. That did the trick. She arched her back, mouthing a wordless cry, and then she came around his dick. He pushed in and out of her several more times before the pressure building inside him burst. Nikolai groaned, filling her pussy with warmth.
“Next time,” he told her through gritted teeth. “Your ass is mine.”
She didn’t answer him, only expelled a sigh. He rolled off her, grabbing some towels from the bathroom to clean her up. Half of him still expected her to bolt, even though she’d stood her ground at the gas station. Fear found its way to his killer’s heart, except Sasha remained where he left her, well-fucked and his. No, he realized, burying that fear. Tonight had changed things between them and, he hoped, for the better.
He swiped her clean between her legs, then wiped his dick. Tossing the towel away, he climbed into bed, hoping she wouldn’t tell him she wanted to be alone after sex. Sasha didn’t protest when he tugged her close. Relief washed over him, making his limbs languid as she nestled close to him, like a kitten seeking attention.
Nikolai gripped her ass, pulling her close until their skin touched. He couldn’t stop touching her, petting her thigh, her stomach, her pussy. She rubbed herself on him, sighing. Fuck, he’d never get sick of hearing that sound. His hands came away with her juices. Nikolai lifted his fingers to her lips. He didn’t need to say a word, and she licked them dry.
“Nikolai?” she asked him after.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned.
She shook her head, twisting in his arms so they looked at each other face-to-face. Nikolai tensed. If she told him she regretted tonight, it would gut him
“I’m glad you kissed me,” she finally told him.
Sasha rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes. She reminded him of a sleeping angel. Nikolai reached out, beginning to stroke her hair until her snores filled the room. Nikolai was glad he kissed her, too.
****
Sasha woke before he did. She didn’t budge at first. She thought she’d be back in her room back in the penthouse suite. Dread uncoiled in her belly. Time to watch the clock again and to watch the people below from her balcony. Then she felt the heavy warm body draped over hers, one thigh over hers, a callused hand on her left breast.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, staring at the cracked ceiling in front of her. She exhaled and turned her head to look at Nikolai next to her. Her breathing quickened, and her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. So last night hadn’t been a dream. His teeth marks on her breasts and the soreness between her legs attested to that.
She found herself smiling.
Sasha hadn’t regretted what transpired last night one bit. What happened between them had been special, a good memory. Nikolai always woke up early to get them breakfast. Maybe this morning she could return the favor. She remembered seeing a diner next to the motel when they drove in the night before.
Quietly as possible, she pried herself away from his hold. He snored softly in his sleep. Like this, with his eyes shut, he looked less intense, less savage. Peaceful almost. A giggle nearly slipped from her lips, but she held it back.
No, the man who had slept next to her and fucked her like he owned her body the night before—she’d never mistake him for harmless. But Nikolai wasn't the monster he claimed to be either. He was her protector, too.
Careful not to wake him, she gently pried his hands off her breast. She shivered, goosebumps appearing on her arms as she remembered how he rendered her into a pleading, needful mess with one proprietary, confident look.
Sasha’s bare feet hit the frayed carpeting. Silently congratulating herself on a job well done, she looked at the floor. Her shredded panties lay on the ground with his clothes. Sasha woke up feeling different today. She felt like a woman, an adult, instead of the frightened girl when she was with Maxim. Sasha understood why. For most of her life, her father made all the decisions for her. Last night, she chose to be with Nikolai.
She changed into the same plain red shirt and faded jeans she’d worn yesterday.
Nikolai dominated the bed, hugging one pillow to his massive chest. Some part of her still couldn’t believe this man was hers. She took a few bills from his wallet and headed outside, intending to have breakfast on the table when he woke up.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she padded to the door and opened it.
Not once did she entertain the notion of escape.
****
Sasha returned to the room arms with two brown paper bags only to find Nikolai awake and dressed.
“Where have you been?” he demanded, practically yelling at her.
Why was he so mad? Sasha set the bags down on the table next to the door. His gaze landed on the paper bags and swore.
“You got us food?” he asked, looking less angry now, but his temper didn’t look completely cooled. Nikolai ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated gesture, she realized. “What if one of the Petrovich men managed to tail us and grab you?”
“You said that was unlikely after we changed cars,” she blurted. “Did you think I was that helpless?
He caged her against the wall suddenly, gripped her wrists above her head, only to hold her the way he did the night before, fingers spread over hers.
Her heart hammered as those faded green eyes bored into hers.
Anger turned into something else. Desire surged through her veins as he closed the distance between them, and he dug his jeans-covered erection against her pants. Her body gave her away, and all her mental defenses fell. Without a bra, he could probably see her tits poking out of the shirt.
/> “You’re not helpless,” he stated. “I never saw you as weak. The hidden steel you keep is what makes me so fucking hard for you. That, and how you’re always horny for me.”
“I’m not,” she blurted, face heating.
His words got to her though, sinking deep into her bones. All her life, Maxim had berated her, reinforcing the notion in her head that she was fragile, breakable. If she took a step into the outside world, she wouldn’t survive. Her encounter with those two men proved her father’s point, and yet here was Nikolai, telling her different.
“Don’t lie to me, baby.”
Keeping one hand locked on her wrists, he used his other to undo her jeans. The denim slid down her hips. He slid his hand past the waistband of her pants. She moaned, chest heaving as his fingers found her slick pussy.
He rubbed her clit, ran his fingers over her cunt lips, and shamelessly, she rubbed her groin against him. Nikolai smiled as if that proved his point about her wanting him. “Get yourself off in my hand.”
The crass words halted her. She blushed. From another man’s mouth, those words might sound crude, degrading, but Nikolai told her the night before not to be ashamed of her desires, didn’t he?
“I’m waiting, baby. Show me how desperately you want my dick in you and I might just reward you for being a good girl.”
God. Nikolai said whatever he wanted, didn’t he? Yet, Sasha preferred blunt honesty to endless lies and deceit. He gave her clit a pinch, and she groaned, beginning to rock her hips back and forth. She rubbed her pussy against his rough, callused hand, getting wetter each time she did it. The pressure in her core began to build. Her tits felt ultra-sensitive. It felt good, rubbing them against the hard wall of his bare chest.
He released her arms, and, needing to hold onto the sheer strength of him, she clutched at his biceps, panting as she stroked herself on his hand faster. She let out a scream as he slid two fingers inside her. Sasha climaxed, mind shattering as she came. She looked into those hungry eyes and begged him. “Fuck me like you own me.”
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