Russo Saga Collection

by Nicolina Martin

  I inhale to scream when I realize it’s Nathan. Nathan Fucking Russo. My heart is nearly beating its way out of my chest and my knees fold from the shock. I moan in his hand, widening my eyes as I meet his ice-cold gaze.

  “Did you think you were getting away, sweetheart?”

  I try to answer, but I can’t produce anything but incoherent groans. I jerk and twist my head from side to side, trying to break free.

  “No screaming, love.”

  I frown and shake my head. Why would I scream? He holds my gaze a few moments longer, then he removes his hand. I inhale to protest against the treatment when he crushes his mouth against mine. One hand finds the naked skin on my thigh, his other hand grips the back of my head, pushing me to him. My panties soak in a second, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet. He devours my mouth as his hand wanders up under the hem of the short dress, finding my wet core.

  “Syd, I think you missed me,” he mumbles against my lips as he rubs my pussy through the fabric. I tremble in his hold, barely able to breathe. Never breaking the kiss, he pushes the panties to the side and finds my swollen folds. His other hand moves to cup my breast, pinching my nipple hard as he thrusts his fingers inside my tight pussy. I gasp and my eyes roll back from the waves of heat that surge through me. Flicking my clit with his thumb, he keeps thrusting. Tension builds between my legs until I can barely stand on my own. Suddenly he pulls out and corrects my dress. He bends down and takes my rock-hard nipple between his teeth, through the thin fabric of the dress, biting lightly, teasing it. I nearly weep, trembling in his hold. Then he takes a step back and regards me. I don’t need a mirror to know I look a mess. I wobble on my high heels and plant my hands against the wall behind me.

  His chest heaves and there’s a large bulge in his pants.

  He doesn’t miss where my gaze travels, and a predatory smile spreads over his lips. He holds out a hand. I stare at it as if it’s going to bite me, squirming with the need for more. More of his touch. More of these sensations. I can’t even remember why I left to begin with and, after hesitating only a second, I place my hand in his. He grabs my wrist and pulls me through the alley, putting a key in a door I haven’t noticed until now. Where are we going? A flutter of worry runs through my chest, but I relax when we enter a rather posh lobby with a door guard, an elevator and a staircase.

  I’m baffled by how the guard turns his back on us, almost as if he’s pretending not to see. Nathan pulls me to the elevator and as it opens, he pushes me inside, following suit. He presses the button for the third floor and then hoists me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, his mouth finds my breast, as he presses his hard bulge against my pussy. I rock against him, aching, shuddering. He pulls down the neckline and frees a breast, immediately sucking the nipple in between his teeth.

  “Did you try to run from me?” he mumbles as he bites down a little harder.

  I cry out from the pain. My heart pounds at an insane pace. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what I’m doing.

  He blows at the tender nipple, flicking it with his tongue. It’s as if an electric field crackles between us. When the doors slide open, he doesn’t let me down. With my breast bared, he carries me with ease through a corridor, fiddles with a key and then pushes me inside a dark apartment. The door slams shut, and he drops me back down. I shake, my legs unsteady. His eyes glint in the dim light that seeps in from the neon signs on the opposite facade, faint pink flickering across his features. I back up a step. He follows. My mouth turns dry. He looks positively devilish. My stomach twists in sudden fear and I bolt for the door, trying to get past him.

  Nathan grips my waist and lifts my kicking body with ease.

  I scream and get a hand slammed over my mouth as he carries me across the room, into an adjacent chamber where he throws me on the bed. I bounce up and try to get on my feet, but he pounces and pushes me down, straddling me, holding my arms over my head.

  “Nathan, please,” I pant. “Don’t… Don’t rape me.”

  Even in the faint light I can see the stunned look on his face. “Sweetie, I would never.” He clasps my wrists in one of his hands and wipes a tear off my cheek with the other, then he leans forward, his lips just about touching mine, his eyes glinting wickedly.

  I widen my eyes at the predatory look on his face. “Don’t hurt me,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I ran.”

  A smile pulls at his lips. “I won’t hurt you, Sydney. At least not much. And I like that you ran. Makes it all the more fun.”

  My stomach clenches and I whimper as I try to break free, but he hushes me, holding me tight to the mattress.

  “Easy, Syd. Shh.” His breaths fan my mouth and I arch my neck, my lips tingling with the need to feel him. “Can I kiss you?” he asks huskily.

  I nod. God, yes. “Please!” I moan. I don’t know why I’m such a mess.

  He leans forward and catches my mouth in a soft kiss, the touch tender, so unlike anything he’s shown me before. He rests his forehead against mine. “You’re absolutely beautiful. I missed you.”

  “How did you find me?”

  He scoffs. “This is where I live. I got lucky. You got very unlucky. Now don’t move.”

  As he stands and turns for a few moments, I lick my lips, reveling in the taste of him.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “No,” I say, truthfully.

  “Really? Did I ever give you a reason not to?” He crouches by the side of the bed and cocks his head as he regards me.

  My eyes have adjusted a little to the semi-darkness and I see his features a little clearer. “I… No, maybe not.”

  “Why’d you leave?”

  “You scare me.”

  “Do I? How so?”

  My heart pounds. How? How do I explain what I can’t explain even to myself? I try to find an answer for him, when he grabs my hand and wraps something silky around my wrist. I jerk and try to pull my hand away, but I can’t. I pull again and am about to cry out, when he straddles me and wraps something around my other wrist as well. I twist and jerk but whatever he’s done, I’m thoroughly held in place.

  “Nate! What are you doing? Let me go!” I kick my legs and buck to try to get him off me. He grins and jumps up, grabbing one of my legs in a steel grip, looping something around my ankle and ties it up as well. When he takes my other leg, repeating the process, I don’t offer much resistance. I’m not getting anywhere.

  My chest heaves in near-panic. “You said you wouldn’t rape me.”

  “I’m not going to rape you, sweetheart.”

  “Then what are you doing?”

  “I never said anything about not kidnapping you.”

  Chapter 16

  Sydney

  “What?”

  He laughs. “I’m just kidding. Now, don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He turns to leave, but stops, and turns back. “By the way. Is that an expensive dress?”

  I gape. “What?”

  He shrugs. “Never mind. I’ll replace it.”

  “What?” I yell after him. He disappears to the other room without another word, out of my sight. I jerk and pull and try to get my arms and legs free, but it’s useless. I’m tied spread eagle on the bed in a dark apartment, far from home, and with a man I truly don’t know. Lightheaded from a mix of fear and exaltation, I test the ties again, but I’m clearly going nowhere.

  When a dark silhouette shows up again in the door opening, something glints in his hands.

  I squirm. “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t like obstacles.”

  “Obst—What obstacles?”

  He slides closer and kneels on the bed between my widely spread legs. I flinch when his hand meets my thigh, softly stroking its way up to the hem of my dress. A flash in the dark and a snip.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh. I’d advise you not to move.”

  “What?”

  In short precise moves, he cuts open my dress all the way up. I hold my
breath, afraid to move, even though I want to scream and slap him.

  “Look at that pretty,” he mumbles and pushes the two halves of the dress apart, letting them fall to the sides.

  “Nathan?”

  “You’re so beautiful, Sydney.” He puts a palm on my belly, his warm skin scorches mine as he drags upward, splaying his fingers over my breast. Leaning over me, he kisses and licks a path along the inside of my thigh, up to where my legs meet. He slides a finger inside my panties and pulls at them, then he cuts them in pieces too and pulls them off me.

  Cool air meets my heated flesh and I arch, wanting his hands on me again.

  “You like this, huh?”

  “You destroyed my dress!”

  His hand finds my pussy, rubbing my clit, his fingers thrusting shallowly in my opening. I buck my hips, desperate for more, deeper. He bends forward and in a few quick snips he makes the process short with the rest of the dress and my bra, pulling the fabric out from under me. I pant and my heart slams in my chest. I’m lying naked, tied up, alone with Nathan. No one knows where I am. Absolutely no one, except for that guard who so obviously didn’t want to know.

  “What are you doing to me?” I whisper.

  He pushes fingers inside me again as he captures a nipple between his teeth, biting down. I scream from the intense pain, and still, with his thrusting, the pain immediately transforms into scorching heat that shoots straight to my core.

  “Oh God!”

  He chuckles. “I’m no God, babe. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Sydney. So fucking hard. I’m gonna claim your mouth, your pussy, and your ass.”

  A bolt of fear shoots through me and I shake my head. “No, I—”

  He silences me by claiming my mouth, then he sits up and pulls his shirt over his head. “Yes. And you’re gonna love every second.”

  “I’ve never done it there. I don’t think I—”

  He stands and pulls off his pants. “Did you think you’d ever fuck a stranger on a plane?”

  “Mmnooo…”

  “And you loved it. Did you think getting spanked would get you off so hard?”

  Heat floods my pussy at the memory. I shake my head. “I didn’t.”

  A very naked man with a raging hard-on climbs on top of me. “Then why don’t you trust me?”

  “You scare me. You’re… rough.”

  “Yes. That’s who I am. And you can’t help loving it. Take me in your mouth.”

  He pushes inside and claims my throat, rocking his hips, thrusting deeper and deeper as I fight to accommodate him. My pussy pulsates. It’s such a turn-on, even though he almost violates me. There’s something oddly relaxing not being in control, not even being able to negotiate control. A part of me thinks he’d let me loose if I begged him to. If my body didn’t respond to him, if all I did was cry with fear. But no matter how intimidating he is, he doesn’t scare me even close to that bad.

  “You are such a good girl,” he gasps.

  Saliva dribbles as he pulls out and I inhale deep, finally able to breathe properly. He moves down my body and latches his mouth to my pussy. I arch from the onslaught of heat and when he pushes two fingers inside me, thrusting, gently at first, then harder and harder, I tear at my bindings and thrash, so close to coming that I tremble.

  Nathan looks up with a wicked grin. “Want me inside you yet?”

  “Yes!” I cry.

  He moves, and in one hard thrust he fills me completely, shoving all the way inside. I lose my breath from the impact of being so stretched and gasp when he starts moving. Tension keeps building as he pounds into me, rough, almost punishingly hard. He cups my breasts and squeezes them tantalizingly brutal. When he licks and kisses a path along my neck and then bites down on the soft skin, I cry and come so hard I scream. I spasm and convulse and don’t know what is pain and what is pleasure anymore.

  “God, you’re sexy when you lose control, Sydney. You were made for this, made to submit.”

  “No,” I pant, still not in control of my body. Shudders run through me as he keeps moving in me.

  “Oh yes.” He pulls out and jumps off the bed, fiddling with my arm.

  I get free for a moment and reflexively try to yank loose, but he’s having none of it, and a moment later my arms are tied up together instead. Next comes my legs, and they get to stay free. I’m not going anywhere anyway, so I don’t even try. I squeal with surprise when he flips me over on my belly and pulls up my hips, pushing inside me again.

  “You’re mine,” he growls as he slams into me, every impact rocking my body helplessly. His voice is so dark, so primal, it sends a shiver through me.

  There’s something wet and cold on my rear entrance, and then he slowly pushes a finger inside as he keeps violating my pussy. I gasp and recoil, but he holds an arm around my hips, keeping me firmly in place. He pushes deeper and adds more pressure, a second finger, thrusting.

  “I’m going here.”

  My heart pounds wildly as a second orgasm is building. God, it’s a feeling I’ve never felt before, a whole new set of nerve endings awakening.

  I sag from disappointment and the empty feeling when he pulls out. More chilled wetness, and then something much, much thicker than a couple of fingers starts pushing on the tight little hole.

  “No! Nathan!” I almost panic. “I can’t!”

  I jerk when I get a shockingly hard slap on my butt. With the unexpected sting, I lose control and he gains entrance, pushing past the first panicky clenching. I cry out, and then again as he slaps me a second time, and a third.

  “Ow!”

  “Relax, baby. Push back on me.”

  “I can’t relax when you beat me!”

  He smacks me again and the heat from my tender skin mixes with the burning from my butt. He slides a hand to my pussy and fingers my clit, dipping in between my folds, stroking back and forth.

  “You get off on the spanking, girl. You get so wet you wouldn’t believe it. Now relax for me or I’ll spank you until you don’t know what hurts the most, me in your ass, or your burning skin.” He keeps stroking my butt, tenderly, almost lovingly and I relax into his touch, adjusting a little to his intrusion.

  “Or do you want me to keep slapping you, you naughty girl?”

  I can’t answer. The question sends a shock wave through me. Do I? “I don’t know,” I finally whisper.

  “You’re fucking awesome,” he groans and adds more pressure, massaging my clit, gaining on me, pushing, thrusting, a little deeper.

  I yank at my bindings in an instinct to defend myself against the last inches. “It’s too much,” I whimper.

  He smacks my ass hard, pushes forward, smack, forward. Everything burns. It’s too much, it assaults my every sense and I can’t tell good from bad. He fills me in a whole new way. Body and mind. My entire world is Nathan in this moment. My cheeks are wet with tears, but I’m not sad, not afraid, just taken with the moment, ripped from everything I thought was me.

  “Babe,” he moans. When he begins to move, I realize he’s fully lodged in me. Every thick inch of his length. He increases his pace, thrusting harder and harder. I mewl, soaring in an out of body experience, and still I’m more in my body than ever before. Nathan circles my clit and I explode in convulsions, almost blacking out from the intensity of the orgasm, only vaguely registering how he roars with his own release.

  After, he frees my arms, but I’m unable to move anyway. He scoops me up in a firm embrace, stroking strands of hair off my sweaty face. I snuggle up, needing his care, his closeness.

  Nathan somehow manages to wipe me off and change the sheet even though I stay curled up on the bed. Then he pulls the top sheet over us and crushes me to him, engulfing me in his arms.

  My heart flutters and my mind is a mess. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

  Chapter 17

  Nathan

  When I wake, everything is peaceful. It’s still dark. I have a woman in my arms and I’m awed by the sensation, and by her trust. I more
or less kidnapped her last night, which was hot as Hell by the way, and treated her pretty damn rough, but here she lies, my little vixen. She hasn’t even moved. Her breathing is slow and even. She’s still tightly snuggled up, her back against my chest and I’m hard as a rock, my cock pressed against her butt.

  I hesitate a moment, wondering just how far I can push it, and how much of an ass I am, but hell yes, there’s not a fiber in me that can resist.

  Carefully, I move my free arm downward, to her hip, to her little patch of hair, then lower. I touch her clit, slide in between her folds. She’s naturally moist but not wet, not ready. I remove my hand and bring it up to my mouth, wetting my fingers, then I put them to her soft flesh again. Much better. I caress, up and down, circle, touching very, very lightly. I stop and listen to her breathing. It has changed slightly, and she shifts in my arms. I wait for a few breathless moments, but decide she’s still asleep. I move carefully, slide my hand in between us and maneuver my cock in between her thighs, coming to a rest with my shaft pressed against her cunt. Then I wait for her to react, or not react. I’m amazed she doesn’t, she must be exhausted. Well, no wonder. I went at her pretty hard. When I’m convinced she’s still sleeping I resume massaging her clit, rocking my hips slightly back and forth, moving my cock along her increasingly wet folds.

  Oh yes.

  She breathes heavier, a little erratic. I’m not sure anymore if she’s asleep or if she’s faking it, but I’m going to fuck her nevertheless.

  Her entrance gives way easy enough, invites me to push inside, so slick, so warm. I rest there and wait while I keep caressing her, ever so softly. She still doesn’t seem to react, so I push a little further, hold, push, hold. When I’m buried inside her with my full length I tremble with arousal. I’m not buying anymore that she is asleep, but she’s fucking good at pretending. I love it. I thrust slowly, even though I want to slam inside her. This is new even to me. I can’t even remember when I cuddled up against a woman and relaxed enough to fall asleep, except for this woman who has surprised me in every way possible.