Secrets Inside Her: Running with the Devil Book Two

by Jasmin Quinn

  “Oh my god, Nika.” Finn’s breath was still a little unsteady, his heart still thundering under her hand. He kissed the top of her head and then lay on his back, moulding her to him. “How am I going to find the energy to gather wood after that.”

  Nika ran her fingers lovingly through the hair on his chest. “You might not have to, Finn. I am not cold at all.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Finn tried to get his breathing to settle as Nika wrapped herself around him, clinging to him like ivy. He wasn’t sure that he was ever going to breathe normally again as he lay with her, running his hands over her beautiful curves, discovering more to love about her body with each stroke. Nika snuggled into his arms pulling herself closer to his face so she could look at him.

  So fucking beautiful, he thought as he ran a hand through her hair. Then she said, “Finn, I think I might love you.”

  Finn’s heart skipped a beat and he froze. She loved him? He rarely said those words and the few times that he’d let them slip from his lips, they were a lie. He thought that maybe they were true this time, for this woman, who unleashed his primal beast. He wanted to own Nika, keep her hidden away from the eyes of other men, pleased that he had been her first, knowing that no man but him had ever touched her, should ever touch her. And in that moment, he didn’t want to lose her, didn’t want to be without her, ever. But was that love or was it obsession?

  When Finn didn’t respond, Nika asked, “Was that wrong to say, Finn?” She’d shifted so she was leaning on him, her face hovering over his, her beautiful full breasts warming his chest.

  He brought his hand up to her hair and caressed it, drawing her long, silky waves through his fingers. “It’s too soon to know that, Nika. For both of us. We’ve only known each other two days and most of that was spent fighting.”

  “I do know,” she insisted. “I’ve never wanted another man like I want you.”

  “You have no experience with other men. And for future reference, it is never a good idea to say those words after you’ve made love for the first time.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s just not done. It’s an unspoken rule.”

  “If it is an unspoken rule, then how do people know about it?”

  Finn groaned. “Nika—”

  “And also, I don’t need the rule for future reference because there will never be another first time with you. And you will be the only man I will ever sleep with.”

  She had a tell, Finn realized. Every time she got angry, her accent was more pronounced, her English a little less polished. “Nika, you can’t know that.”

  He could see the heat flare in her eyes as she furrowed her brow at him. “Are you going to break my heart, Finn?”

  “It’s anatomically impossible to emotionally break a heart.” He tried to change the subject, appeal to her logical side.

  But Nika was having none of it. She slid off the bed and picked up his white shirt, the one she’d been wearing since they’d left his parent’s house. Sexy on, sexy off. It didn’t matter. As she drew it over her head, she turned to him. “I know what I know, Finn. I have very strong feelings for you. If you left right now, I would grieve for the rest of my life and I would never ever forget you.”

  “Nika, I’m your first.”

  “And my last,” she insisted softly as she kneeled at the end of the bed beside his feet, her eyes raking him. His cock gave a little jerk of surprise under her perusal. “I only want you, Finn. And I know you feel the same way about me. Even if you are too cowardly to admit it.”

  He almost laughed at her. At her attempt to egg him on. “How do you know I feel the same way? You’re a genius not a mind reader.”

  “Oh, I know, Finn.” She nodded her head with certainty. “Since the ferry, since we saw each other for the first time. I saw it your eyes.”

  “That was lust, Nika. Whether you realize it or not, you’re extraordinarily beautiful. I can’t imagine you’ve never seen lust in a man’s eyes before.”

  “If it was just lust, Finn, then maybe you wouldn’t have been so careful with me when we had sex. Not caring if I was ready or if I took pleasure. Not at all concerned about whether or not you hurt me.”

  “That’s not who I am, Nika.”

  “I see,” Nika’s nostrils flared. She was clearly irritated. “So, you give all virgins the same treatment?”

  Finn sat up on the bed, rubbed his hand across his eyes and then considered the bewitching woman in front of him. Sexy as hell in his shirt, on her knees, hands on her hips, with a determined look on her face. He was getting hard again. “I’ve never been with a virgin before you.”

  “Why not?” Nika demanded.

  A chuckle escaped him. “There are just not that many virgins out there, Nika. At least not ones willing to sleep with me.” But he knew Nika was right. The light was returning to his soul, the darkness receding as he made love to her. He knew he wanted her, needed her, and yes, maybe even loved her if that was possible in such a short time. He’d been with enough woman, a few relationships, but mostly for the sex. And no one made him feel the way Nika did. But he was no fool. She was young and inexperienced. She might think she loved him, but there would be other men that would turn her head. She was lying to herself and to him when she told him he would be her last.

  “I will forgive you, Finn. But not for not saying you love me, because I don’t need you to say it to me. I know it is true. But I will forgive you because you doubt my word. You will see that you are wrong. And then what will you do?”

  Her eyes flashed at him and she huffed as she left the bedroom.

  Finn lay on his back a little longer, thinking about his extraordinary little Russian. She was like no other he’d ever met. She was perfect in every way and in some ways, he knew his possessiveness stemmed from that. He would have something no other man would have. He would have her, and other men would covet her, envy him. But it was a leap of faith for him to bind her to him and think she would always want to be with him. He knew that love had funny twists and turns – or maybe he didn’t. Had he ever really been in love before? Nika brought feelings out in him that were raw and untested. He hungered for her and now that he had a taste of her, he very much doubted he could let her go, even if she tired of him.

  He picked himself up off the bed and pulled on his jeans. She was sitting on her knees in front of the fire, poking a new log, trying to get it to catch. She didn’t look up at him when he entered the room. She really was mad at him, he thought with half a grin. Extraordinary that a woman with her brain was letting her emotions rule her. But he didn’t point that out to her – lest she let her emotions rule more loudly. He walked into the kitchen and dug though the bags of groceries, pulling out some bottled water. He took two over to the couch, setting one on the coffee table, and uncapping the other, taking a large pull. “Come sit with me, Nika.” He placed the bottle on the table in front of him. “It’s time we talked.”

  Nika got to her feet and walked over to the couch, looking down at Finn. “Where shall I sit? Beside you or on top of you?”

  Finn raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. “Wherever you want.”

  Nika chewed at her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I would like to sit on top of you, Finn.”

  Finn’s cock jerked up, interested in where this was leading, then Nika added, “But I better sit beside you, or I might forget to talk, and it’s not been a half an hour.” She sat down beside him, as close as she could get without sitting on him, snuggling under his arm.

  Finn pulled her close to him, wanting her again, but also puzzled by her. “What’s not been a half hour?”

  Nika leaned back, her eyes memorizing his face. “The 30-minute refractory period between orgasms for a man your age.”

  Logical Nika was back and Finn couldn’t help himself. He laughed in delight. But then he took her hand and moved it to his erect cock. “Apparently my refractory period is shorter,” he said dryly.

  Nika looked
down at his crotch as she groped Finn’s erection through his pants. Her brows furrowed in concentration. “I am lucky then,” she breathed as she undid the button and zipper on his jeans, freeing his penis.

  “What are doing, Nika?” Finn’s breathing restricted as Nika wrapped her hand around his cock giving it a gentle hug. Then she dropped off the couch onto her knees so that she was at eye level with his greedy erection. It jerked under her intense gaze.

  “Postponing our talk,” she breathed, wrapping her lips around him, licking his pre-cum, then taking as much of his length into her mouth. She grazed him with her teeth making him jerk.

  “Fuck, Nika.”

  She pulled her mouth away and looked up. “Am I doing it wrong?”

  “The only thing you’re doing wrong is stopping,” Finn exhaled as she slid her lips over his cock again. He watched as she sucked him, trying to take his full length into her small mouth. He got harder as he looked down at her, on her knees looking unbelievably sexy in his white shirt, her inexperienced mouth on his penis, her head bobbing up and down. She was his toy, willing and curious. Her lips offering him more, promising him everything. It was almost enough to make him come. But he didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not today. She pulled her mouth off his cock, then licked her tongue up the length of it, like she was eating ice cream from a cone. As she held his penis, she dropped her mouth to his balls, exploring them with her tongue, licking them, knowing him. Finn heard himself groan as the pressure built. He grabbed Nika by the hair and forced her face away from his cock.

  She looked up at him stunned. “Stand up,” he said bluntly, and she obeyed without question. Finn’s lust surged at her compliance. He gently kicked at her ankles forcing her to widen her stance as he reached under her shirt, stroking her pussy with his fingers. She was dripping. He grinned. “You’re ready, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said simply and started to lean forward towards him, but he shook his head. “Just stand there, Nika. Don’t move until I say.”

  She licked her lips, her chest rising and falling in concert with his strokes. He rubbed at her clit with his finger, then drew it back and plunged up into her pussy. He wasn’t gentle this time, he didn’t want to make love to her again, he wanted to fuck her. Perversely he thought that might change her mind about her love for him. He watched her face as he fingered her, seeing her eyes widen at first and then close as desire overtook her. Her hands were fisted at her sides, she’d bring them up to grab at him, then drop them again to her sides remembering his order.

  How far could he push her? Finn wondered. Then he took a second finger and inserted it into her pussy. She cried out as he thrust in and out of her, her legs trembled, her nipples begging for attention as they pushed at the fabric of his shirt. He reached up with his free hand and lifted her shirt so he could see her pussy. “Hold this,” he told her as he handed her the tails of the shirt.

  “I could take it off,” she gasped between heavy breaths.

  “No. Keep it on.”

  Finn brought his free hand to her waist, holding her, stroking her clit with his thumb, rough against her silky wetness, while he continued to penetrate her with his fingers. He could see the tension building in her, her body quivering, her legs shaking. He took a deep breath as another bolt of lust shot through him. He pulled out of her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto him, her legs straddling him as he forced her pussy onto his eager cock. She was wet and tight, her vagina sheathing him, his needy cock forcing himself into her without his earlier care. Until she took all of him in her, until she was full.

  He saw the pain and passion intermingled on her face, a tightening of her forehead as her lips parted and exhaled her pleasure. “Fuck me, Nika,” he told her. “If you want to come, you need to work for it.”

  Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she licked her lips before running her tongue across his upper lip. Finn forgot that she was supposed to do all the work. The touch of her tongue almost made him explode and he grabbed the back her head, crushing his lips hard against hers. No mercy as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, seeking out her tongue, sparring with it.

  Nika was moving on top of him, rising and falling on his cock, pacing herself, rubbing herself against him as she thrust. “Soon,” she groaned, and the feeling fled from Finn’s legs. “I just need… “

  “What Nika? Tell me what you need.” Finn knew he was close, wanted her to come first.

  “Your hand.” She pulled his hand to her pussy and he stroked her clit whisper soft, watching her eyes as they fluttered. “Finn, please.”

  “Harder?”

  “Yes, harder,” she pleaded. He stroked his finger harder and then rubbed at her inner thigh. Her thrusting grew frenzied and she was almost sobbing, begging for relief.

  Finn whispered in her ear. “I’m going to let you come. Are you ready, Nika?”

  “Finn,” she cried out in a strangled voice. Then he brought his fingers back to her pussy, picking up the wetness leaking from her, and then brushing his fingers across her clit, a little gently, then a little harder and then he pinched it, enough to cause a little pain, enough to send her over the edge. She stopped thrusting as her orgasm hit, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. A hoarse cry of bliss as it traveled through her. And then small thrusts as she tried to make it last, tried to keep the aftershocks from fading. He could feel his own orgasm building, waited for her to start her thrusts again, to finish him. Did she know to do that?

  She opened her eyes and looked at him, but her gaze was unfocused, her lips, her hair, everything showed the passion she experienced. He couldn’t wait for her, he needed release now. He pulled her off his lap and pushed her face down on the couch, grabbing her hips and bringing her to her knees. Then he plunged into her, rode her hard, pulling her hips to meet his frenzied thrusts. He reached under her shirt, filling his hands with her breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, pulling at her nipples as he thrust. A frantic cry of passion flew from her lips and tipped him over the edge. Tightly hugging her to him like a Kevlar vest, he exploded deep inside of her. His cum shot out of him, the steel vibration of a gun, shuddering through him, leaving him for dead. He stayed that way for a few long moments, tracing her curves, memorizing her.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Nika shifted slightly, not sure if she should move or not. Finn was rough with her, letting his passion take over, using her body to satisfy his lust. But she was not angry. She loved the way he possessed her. When he moved out of her, she felt bereft, instantly missing him, wanting him back inside her. It felt so right, this felt so right. All of it.

  As Finn moved from her, Nika flipped over on to her buttocks and faced him, sitting cross-legged, leaning her back against the arm of the couch. She picked up the bottle of water Finn brought to her and took a long drink from it as she watched Finn tuck his penis into his trousers, zipping it up. “That was a good talk.” She grinned at him before taking another sip of the water.

  “Maybe for you.” Finn leaned against the opposite arm of the couch stretching his legs out, so he could touch her with his feet. “For me, it was fucking mind-blowing.”

  Nika giggled as he brought his hands to his temples and exploded his fingers outward, exhaling his breath so it came whooshing out. “You are right, Finn. It was fucking mind-blowing.” Her tongue rolled over fucking forcing her accent to deepen. And she imitated his hand movements and exhale.

  They both laughed and then he said, “Nika,” stripping the lightness out of the room with his seriousness. “I want you to talk to me. I want to know everything.”

  “Finn, if I tell you everything, I don’t know what might happen to you.”

  “Nika, couples don’t have secrets.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him, her mouth pursing in irritation. “Finn, I am inexperienced, not a child, not stupid. This has nothing to do with us, it has to do with keeping you safe.”

  “Not me, Nika. You. I’m not afraid to die, but if yo
u died, there would be no point in living. If I am going to be effective in keeping you safe, then I need to know exactly what you’re mixed up in. And I wasn’t being patronizing about us being a couple. What’s after this? We can’t stay here forever. We probably only have another day or two. If the Russians want you back, I expect your employer does too. We’re being hunted from all sides. What happens if your boss shows up. Do you just walk away from me, go with him? Does he kill me because I know too much?”

  Nika felt her body go cold at the thought of a future without Finn. “I wouldn’t go, Finn. Not without you.”

  “And I wouldn’t go, not without knowing what I was getting involved in.”

  “But you do love me, don’t you Finn?” she said softly. She stretched out her foot and gave Finn a gentle loving tap on his toes.

  Finn took her foot between his two feet and rubbed it. “I would like us to have a chance to find out if it’s love. Right now, I feel like I couldn’t live without you.”

  Nika looked down at her foot, securely encased in Finn’s feet. She didn’t smile, but she was pleased by his words. “I’ll tell you, Finn. All of it. But you must never tell anyone that you know. Mr. Jackman will kill you. He is good man, but he is not a kind man.”

  “Tell me, Nika.”

  Nika breathed in deeply, her guilt at betraying Mr. Jackman at war with her love and concern for Finn. But it was a David and Goliath battle. Finn was going to need to be well-armed when the time came to confront Mr. Jackman and all that he was. “Mr. Jackman bought me when I was 11.”

  Finn interrupted. “Start with your life before Mr. Jackman. I want to know you.”

  Nika frowned as if not wanting to share this part of her life, but she started again. “I was born in…. in rural Russia, an area called the Novgorod oblast, in the municipal district of Volotovsky near the settlement of Volot. Volot is a rural locality and is not only Volotovsky’s administrative centre, but also serves as the administrative centre of the Volot Settlement, one of three settlements into which the district is administratively divided. Municipally, it is the administrative centre of the Volot Rural Settlement. The population of the Volotovsky District is in decline and is probably around 5000 residents, 40% of which reside in the Volot Rural Settlement.”