by Nikki Sloane
“Wasn’t that his name?” she continued. “The boy you were head over heels for?”
Mom! “I wasn’t!”
Luka buried his lips into the side of my leg, planting kisses and silencing a laugh. I was doubly annoyed with my mom, not just at how she’d unknowingly embarrassed me, but how I’d been denied the sound of his laughter. It was such a rare occurrence.
“Okay, Addie,” she said. “Whatever you say. Are you going to see him again?”
Luka’s indecent kiss had rendered me honest. I threaded my hand through his hair and locked my gaze with his intense one. “Yes.” Oh, yes. I had a feeling I’d be seeing a lot more of him in another minute. “Hey, I gotta run. Tell Jonathon congrats for me.”
Luka looked disappointed as we said our goodbyes, but the second I disconnected the call, his hands began to work his belt. “Head over heels?”
“I didn’t even know you.”
Did I now?
It was awkward being half naked on the dinner table while he stood beside me, but then his pants were sliding down his thighs and his hard dick was nudging between my legs, readying to make good on his earlier promise.
He pushed inside, giving me just an inch. “You don’t have to know me to want this. Which you do, don’t you?”
The fit of him inside my tight body was still a lot to handle, and it hurt. Yet it felt good. A beautiful pain. The stretch was achy, but it shifted into a new sensation as he pushed deeper inside, sealing the connection between us closed.
“Yes,” I breathed. Yes. It felt so good to confess it out loud.
His eyes reflected everything I felt, every drop of lust and pleasure and need, but there was more in his look. He had rage and darkness. He was scary, and perfect.
This morning he’d been almost gentle, probably as gentle as Luka got, but his first harsh thrust now set the tone for the session. I cried out. Pain stabbed into me as he impaled me on his firm dick, but it slid easily into my slick body. The sensation was darkly satisfying, as if he were claiming me all over again for the first time.
The force of his body fucking mine had the table knocking against the floor, scooting along.
“Get your shirt off,” he demanded. “When my cock’s inside you, you’ll always be naked. I want those goddamn tits available to me.”
I frantically yanked at my shirt, lifting it up over my head, and as I cast it over the side of the table, I knocked over my wine glass. It didn’t spill much, as I’d already drank most of the glass. Luka set it back upright as I hurried to undo my bra, and the straps tangled briefly in my arms. It dropped to the floor with barely a sound.
He pinched my nipple so hard there was pain. “Be more careful.”
He drove into my body, punishing me, but the initial hurt was gone, and now I felt heat and pleasure. Every inch I took inside me heightened my craving for him, and I became incensed. I raked my nails down his arms, urging him for more, like I could scrape it out of him. His hands clamped around my waist, holding my thrashing body down.
“Perfect little Addison.” His voice mocked disapproval. “Talking to her parents while I’ve got my head between her thighs, licking her sweet pussy.” His thrust caused my eyes to roll back into my head. “Were you worried they’d find out what I’ve done to their good girl?” With my eyes closed, it made his voice sound treacherous. “That you’re not a virgin anymore?”
I couldn’t think about his words. I fisted a hand in the center of his shirt and pulled him down. Wait, no. His clothes were in my way. I wanted his heated skin pressed against mine. I reached over his shoulder and grabbed another handful of shirt, this time on his back, and jerked it up over his head.
He broke our devastating kiss just long enough to get rid of the t-shirt, and then his lips returned to mine, swallowing my moan. His smooth, soft skin was addictive, and he felt feverish. Maybe that was why his words and actions could be so cold. He used all of his warmth in his burning body.
My spine dug into the table as he continued to pound relentlessly, and I sighed in anguish as his chest drew away. My eyes fluttered open in time to see him dip his hand in the spilled wine, and then he was smearing the wetness over my breasts. The action was followed quickly by his mouth and swirling tongue. It was enjoyable, the dual sensation of the cool wine and his hot mouth.
And it was all building toward a big finish.
“Maybe you should call them back,” he said, nipping at the underside of a breast. “Let them hear you coming all over my cock.”
Holy hell, I was terrified he’d make me do it.
“No.” He said it like he was correcting himself, and stood upright. His eyes were possessive. “Forget it. That sound’s only for me.”
My legs gripped at his waist and my hands clung to his forearms. The table creaked loudly beneath me, and I was gasping for breath, each one a struggle. I’d been careless and spilled the wine, and now the words spilled from me with the same recklessness. “God, Luka. It feels really good.”
I watched him break apart while he was surrounded by me. His broad shoulders pulled tight together, his eyes slammed shut, and he withdrew from me abruptly. I lay stunned as he gripped himself, pumping his fist over his dick. Ropes of thick liquid flicked onto my belly and breasts, and I flinched at the contact. There was a loud, deep groan of satisfaction, and his fist slowed. He moved until the very last drop had poured from him onto my lower abdomen, and leaned over, supporting himself on his free hand.
“You . . .” He hadn’t quite caught his breath. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he seemed to finally even out. He said it softly. “Look what you do to me.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, confused on what exactly he— “Oh!”
Luka eased two fingers inside, and set his other hand on my clit, stirring. I collapsed on the table with an enormous bang.
“Holy shit,” I moaned. He was touching me in a spot I hadn’t felt before. It was so deep and intense, my body burst into flames. He studied every minute move I made as his fingers pumped in and out and worked me into a frenzy. The orgasm threatened, and then it abruptly barreled down on me. My arms flayed, searching desperate for something to hold onto, and I clawed at the wooden tabletop.
“Yes,” he said, his voice coated in power. “Yes, Addison.”
I unleashed a cry that verged on a scream as the climax obliterated. I seized and contracted, one intense wave, then another right on its heels. The pleasure was on a whole new level from anything I’d had before, and it just kept going. I shivered in ecstasy, and the uncontrollable writhing kept me moving on his hand, prolonging the orgasm.
And after a lifetime, the pleasure began to ease away and I began my journey back down to earth. Back to the reality where Luka Markovic had just fucked me on his kitchen table, his come all over my breasts, and given me the greatest orgasm of my life with his skilled hands. I’d been with him two days. The longest two days of my life, but still only two days. What would happen after a week? Or a month?
How much further down would he take me?
π
Not going to class on Monday nearly made me sick.
I sat on the bed in the green-striped guest bedroom that was mine now, apparently, and chewed at my fingernails. It was an old, disgusting habit I usually only fell back into during finals or the week leading up to the MCATs, but I was more anxious now than I’d ever been for a test. At least those I could prepare for and felt in control. There was no control now since Luka had stolen all of mine away.
I didn’t try to escape, but I fantasized about it. I made plans and different scenarios, more than anything to give myself something to do. I needed a distraction to keep from thinking about the class I was missing out on.
After dinner last night, Luka had led me to a half bath off of the kitchen and instructed me to clean up. Then he’d taken me upstairs, allowed me to pick out some sleeping clothes and things for tomorrow, and returned me to my bedroom.
There’d been no me
ntion of the shiny silver deadbolt that had been installed on the outside of my door, but I’d noticed it immediately. Luka must have had it done while we’d been in the office working.
He’d kissed me goodnight and left, and the distinct clunk of the deadbolt turning made my heart sink. We had a long way to go with building trust.
I’d slept better than the previous night, and when I woke, there was breakfast waiting on top of the dresser, right beside my stack of books, and I was grateful for both. I ate quickly, showered and dressed, and curled up in the loveseat with my organic chemistry book in my lap.
He’d removed the ticking alarm clock, so once again I had no idea what time it was, and it was beyond irritating. It was overcast outside, making it difficult to judge. At one point I got up and peered out the window, staring at the pretty front lawn and long driveway that curved to disappear into a heavily wooded forest. There were no other houses in sight. I went back to reading and taking notes.
I was nearing the end of a chapter when a soft rap on the door broke the silence and startled me.
“Addison?” a female voice asked. “May I come in?”
Like I had any control over that. I couldn’t exactly let her in. “Uh . . . yeah, that’s fine.”
I closed my book and stood, straightening my clothes. Was this the person Luka had said would be at the house with me? The lock on the door was turned, and it swung open slowly, revealing a petite woman who looked to be thirty. Blonde and fair skinned, with big doe eyes and a white, perfect smile.
“I’m Jennifer,” she said as she came in and shut the door. “I’m married to Alek.” She said it like I should have a clue who that was, but my vacant stare must have announced I didn’t. “I’m Luka’s cousin-in-law.”
She set her purse down on the dresser, and placed her hands on her hips, zeroing in on me. “Let’s have a look at you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Can you turn? Luka said you needed new clothes and a dress for Goran’s Christmas party.”
I walked in a slow circle. “Who’s Goran?”
When I came back around, there was a tight smile frozen on her pleasant face. “He’s Luka’s uncle.”
The head of the Markovic family, the one Luka said everyone answered to. I threaded my nervous hands together. Luka had sent Jennifer to pick out a dress for me for Christmas, and it was barely November.
She went to her purse, retrieved her phone, and held it up. “Can I take a few pictures?”
Could I say no? “Uh, sure.” I didn’t smile and stood awkwardly as the camera snapped away.
The phone was set down and a measuring tape retrieved next. Jennifer went about her business as if I were more an object than a person, taking my measurements and recording the information in her phone. She asked how tall I was and my shoe size, and when she look satisfied, she picked up her purse.
“I’ll be back later in the week with some options.”
Jennifer left as abruptly as she’d arrived. She’d seemed on a mission, and I wondered if Luka had ordered her not to socialize with his prisoner. She knew I was his captive because she locked me in as she left.
A while after Jennifer’s visit, the door was unlocked, pushed open, and revealed Luka standing in the hallway. He wore black pants, a gray patterned dress shirt, and a black tie that had been tugged loose. I was instantly anxious.
“I’ve got lunch ready.” He turned, not waiting for me, and headed back to the stairs.
He’d set out the food his chef had prepared, because I could see the marked containers stacked beside the sink. He sat down at the table he’d fucked me on last night, and began to eat. How could he be so indifferent to it all? I sank down into the seat opposite him.
There was no conversation, making me tense. Why had he bothered to come home for lunch if we weren’t going to say anything? I couldn’t handle the silence another moment.
“How’s work, darling?” I asked, my tone pointed.
His chewing slowed and his gaze tightened on mine.
Since I didn’t get a response, it pushed me further. “My day’s been great. Nothing to do but sit around and wait for you.”
He set his fork down deliberately, and his expression hardened. “I don’t care for the attitude.”
“Well, I don’t care for missing class when I’m not sick.”
“You want to miss class because you don’t feel well?” His words were laced with the threat. “I can make that happen.”
I blew out a breath and my shoulders slumped. Luka had trapped me in this awful position, but he was also trying to make the best of it. He could have taken the easy way out and left me at that dinner table with his father. Not only would he be rid of me, but he wouldn’t have been forced into making the deal with his uncle.
So I shouldn’t be lashing out at him, since my goal was to earn his trust. I sighed. “I’m sorry. This is . . . hard for me.”
Luka blinked and his gaze drifted away from mine. His voice came out less confident than usual. “I know it is.”
We plunged into silence once more, but this time it wasn’t quite as oppressive.
He picked up his fork, but hesitated. “Eat your lunch. I have something for you after that might make it easier.”
“A time machine?” I asked.
His eyebrow pulled upward. I looked down at my plate of chicken parmesan and got busy eating so it would keep my mouth occupied.
The lack of conversation wasn’t uncomfortable. It was clear Luka was a man of few words, but I longed to know more. He’d gone through all of my stuff, had read my application essay, and prodded me for information. He knew a lot more about me than I did about him. My heartbeat picked up as I attempted a conversation.
“You look nice,” I eked out.
His eyes clouded with suspicion. I couldn’t blame him, but it wasn’t a lie. He looked great in his professional clothes. He’d rolled back his sleeves, showing off an expensive watch, and the dress shirt fit him expertly.
“Do you have to wear a tie, or choose to?”
He appeared to consider his answer carefully. “I don’t have to, but I like to look my best.” His coal-colored eyes deepened. “Just like you.” He’d finished his lunch, and now I seemed to be his primary focus. “But you should be aware you look your best when you’re not wearing anything at all.”
My mouth went dry. I thought the same of him, but there was no way I’d say it out loud.
Luka’s phone, which rested face up on the table, chimed with a text message. He scooped it up, typed out a response, and set his gaze on me. Something sexual lingered in his dark eyes, and it made me pinch my knees together.
“Your time is my time,” he said, matter-of-factly. “So you’re going to use my time to bring yourself right to the edge of orgasm, but you won’t come. You’ll do it twice before I’m back at six fifteen.”
My mind stumbled over the assignment. “I . . . there’s not a clock in my room.”
“I’m about to give you one.” He took the napkin out of his lap, tossed it on his plate, and turned toward the doorway. “Vanessa?” he called, his voice raised.
A woman appeared carrying a black book. Her long, straight brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and matched the rest of her. Efficient, no nonsense. She had dark skin and her face was pretty, and she looked to be the same age as Luka. But her frame wasn’t the standard delicate feminine one—she was more muscle than curves.
I imagined when she wanted to, Vanessa could be downright intimidating.
“Did you finish?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Her curious, distracted gaze wandered over to me, and then she must have realized how unprofessional her answer had been. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“That’s weird, don’t call me that.” Luka scowled. He took the black book from her, which wasn’t a book. He flipped open the cover, examined the iPad inside, and seemed satisfied. “Thank you,” he said, dismissing her.
She nodded and disappeared throu
gh the doorway.
“Your assistant?” I asked.
“No. She’s new.” He slid the iPad across the table toward me. “This is yours.”
“What?” I stared at the tablet with disbelief.
“It won’t connect to the Internet, but I put some books on there, and also this.” He tapped an icon that led to the videos stored on the device, and then tapped again. The video went fullscreen and began to play, and my mouth fell open.
“Is this from today?” I grabbed the tablet to examine it closer. It appeared to be video of my molecular biology lecture.
“Yeah,” he said. “Vanessa will video your classes every day and bring the footage to me.”
I paused the video and stared at him, trying to sort through the competing emotions. I was thrilled he’d arranged this so I wasn’t really missing the lectures, but less pleased that he could hold the videos for ransom. He could get me to do almost anything for those videos, and he knew it.
“Notice your new iPad has a clock at the top of the screen.” Luka’s eyes gleamed. He was excited about doling out the assignment to me.
The tablet suddenly felt heavier in my hands.
After lunch was over, he glanced at his watch, and it was clear it was time to return to my prison cell. I fought not to drag my feet up the stairs. I was already sick of the green striped wallpaper, and I longed for Avery’s garish Christmas lights duct taped to the ceiling.
Luka hovered in the door, looking unsure of how to proceed. We hadn’t touched. The distance between us should have been reassuring, but it wasn’t. My betraying body wanted him closer. It desired his warm skin against mine, and I cursed myself.
“I’ll be back at six fifteen,” he said.
I lifted my chin, trying to look unaffected. “All right.” It was supposed to sound snide, but my voice weakened and turned breathless. “I’ll be here, waiting for you.”
His shoulders tightened, and it looked like he was wavering. Was he going to step into the room, shut the door, and start something? And, did I want that? No, I told myself, clutching the iPad closer. He’d already given me what I needed.
His decision had been made and the faint desire in his expression drained away. “See you later.” Luka was halfway out the door, and lobbed the comment over his shoulder. “Have fun with your assignment, but . . . not too much fun.”
