11. Alice
11
ALICE
I want you. I meant it when I said it, but now, with Nikolai watching me like I’m going to be the end of him, the reality of what’s happening washes over me in waves.
“Nikolai,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own breathing.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take care of you, Alice.”
Before I can say anything, his hand slides up my thigh, slipping beneath the hem of my nightdress. I gasp as his fingers brush against me through my panties, the contact sending a jolt of heat through my body. I can’t think, can’t breathe—his touch is slow, deliberate, and devastating.
“You’re already so wet,” he murmurs, his voice dark and filled with hunger. “All for me.”
I moan softly, my hands clutching his shoulders as he hooks his finger under the fabric of my panties, pulling them aside. His touch is more insistent now, his finger sliding through my folds, teasing me, before he presses against my entrance. I shudder, my breath catching as he pushes inside, filling me with a deliberate, unhurried pressure.
“God,” I gasp, my head falling forward against his shoulder. He moves his finger slowly at first, curling it in a way that makes my hips jerk involuntarily, a soft cry escaping my lips.
“Like that?” he murmurs, his tone laced with smug satisfaction. I can’t even form words, so I just nod frantically as he picks up the pace, adding a second finger and stretching me in a way that has me trembling in his lap.
The sensation is overwhelming—his fingers moving inside me, his thumb brushing over my clit in slow, tantalizing circles, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My moans grow louder, my body arching into his touch as the tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter until?—
“Oh, Nikolai !” I cry out as the release hits me, my body shuddering, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I clutch at him, my nails digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving, drawing out every last pulse of my climax until I’m left trembling, breathless, and utterly wrecked.
He pulls his fingers away slowly, his hand resting on my thigh as he watches me with a wicked grin. “You’re beautiful like this,” he says softly, his voice heavy with desire. “Absolutely perfect.”
I manage a shaky laugh, still catching my breath. “You…you’re dangerous.”
He chuckles, leaning in to kiss me softly, his lips lingering against mine. “You’ve only just figured that out?”
Before I can respond, I feel something hard pressing against me, and my cheeks flush as I realize what it is. He shifts slightly, his arousal unmistakable, and a rush of heat floods through me all over again.
“Your turn,” I murmur, my voice still trembling, as I let my hand slide down between us, brushing over the tip of his cock through his pants. He groans softly as I unzip him and pull him out, his hips shifting as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slowly, testing.
He’s hard, thick, and my breath catches as I feel him fully, my strokes growing bolder as his breathing grows heavier, his hands tightening on my waist.
“Careful,” he growls softly, his voice rough with restraint. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
I smirk, a newfound confidence sparking within me as I stroke him again, watching the way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes darken with lust. “Good,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again, letting my lips linger before pulling back just enough to shift my hips.
I guide him to my entrance, my body still trembling from my earlier release, and lower myself slowly onto him. The stretch is intense, but the pleasure outweighs the pain, and I let out a soft moan as he fills me completely.
His hands grip my hips tightly, his breathing ragged as he mutters something under his breath, his voice rough and desperate. “Alice…”
I start to move, slow and tentative, careful of his injured arm. My hands rest on his chest for balance, my fingers brushing over the taut muscles beneath his skin as I find a rhythm, letting my body adjust to his.
He groans, his head falling back against the couch, his good hand sliding up my back to pull me closer. “You feel incredible,” he mutters, his voice strained. “So damn good.”
I bite my lip, my movements growing more confident as I watch him, the way his eyes darken, the way his grip tightens every time I move.
Every shift of my hips draws a low, guttural sound from Nikolai, his grip on my waist tightening as if he’s barely holding himself together. His good hand slides up my back, pulling me closer, his lips finding mine again, desperate and consuming.
“God, Alice,” he groans against my mouth, his voice raw and broken.
The way he says my name sends a jolt of heat through me, and I grind down harder, earning another deep, shuddering moan from him. His body tenses beneath mine, his control slipping as I find my rhythm, the pleasure building between us like a wave I know we can’t hold back for long.
My own breathing grows ragged, my hands braced on his chest as I ride him, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, unable to stop myself.
His eyes lock on mine, dark and full of need, and the intensity of his gaze makes my stomach tighten, my body trembling as I teeter on the edge.
“I can’t—” I gasp, my voice breaking, my hands clutching at him as I lose control. “Nikolai, I?—”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, his voice steady even as his body shudders beneath me. “Let go, Alice. I’ve got you.”
His words are my undoing. My body tenses, the wave cresting, and then I’m falling, spiraling into bliss as the climax overtakes me, my entire body shaking with the force of it. I cry out, his name falling from my lips as I cling to him, my head falling against his shoulder, every nerve in my body alive.
He’s not far behind. With a deep, guttural groan, Nikolai jerks beneath me, his grip on my waist almost bruising as he thrusts up one last time, his body going taut as he follows me over the edge. I feel him shudder, his breath hot against my neck as he holds me close, his release spilling into me.
For a few moments, neither of us moves, our breathing heavy and uneven, the only sound in the room. My body feels boneless, every muscle relaxed, and I rest my forehead against his, my hands still braced on his chest as I try to catch my breath.
He’s the first to speak, his voice low and rough. “Alice…”
I look up, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there makes my breath hitch all over again. He doesn’t say anything else, just brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle, almost reverent, and something in his expression makes my chest tighten.
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything, just lean in to kiss him softly, my lips lingering on his.
We lie down fully on the couch, still pressed together, and Nikolai’s breathing evens out before mine does, his body finally relaxing as sleep pulls him under. I watch him for a moment, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest, my thoughts a whirlwind of everything that’s happened tonight.
The way he held me, the way he said my name, like it was something sacred—it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Yet as much as I wish I could stay, I know I shouldn’t be here.
Before the first rays of dawn filter through the windows, I carefully slip out of his arms. He stirs slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, but he doesn’t wake. I gather my discarded clothes, quickly pulling them on, my movements silent as I make my way to the door. I pause, glancing back at him one last time, my chest tightening.
Then I open the door and step into the hallway.
The air outside his room is cool, a stark contrast to the heat I just left behind. The mansion is quiet, the kind of stillness that feels almost oppressive, and I keep my steps light, not wanting to wake anyone.
But as I turn the corner, I stop dead in my tracks.
Dmitri.
He’s leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his icy blue eyes locked on me. The smirk on his face is sharp, predatory, and it makes my heart lurch.
“Well,” he drawls, pushing off the wall and taking a slow step toward me. “You’ve been up to no good, haven’t you?”
“I…” My voice catches, my cheeks flushing as I try to summon some sort of explanation. But I know it’s pointless. The way he’s looking at me, the knowing gleam in his eyes, he already knows. He knows exactly what I’ve been doing.
He steps closer, his movements deliberate, and before I can take a step back, he’s in front of me, his body towering over mine. “What’s wrong, Alice?” he murmurs, his voice low, teasing. “Cat got your tongue?”
I open my mouth to protest, to say something, but the words die on my lips as he presses against me, backing me up until my back hits the cold, unforgiving wall. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of shame and something darker, something I don’t want to name.
“You smell like him,” Dmitri says, his voice barely above a whisper, his nose brushing against my neck as he inhales deeply. “And yet…”
He trails off, his hand sliding down my waist, his touch deliberate, unhurried. My breath catches as his fingers find the hem of my dress, lifting it slightly, his knuckles grazing my bare thigh.
“Dmitri,” I manage, my voice shaking. “This…this isn’t right.”
He chuckles softly, the sound dark and dangerous, his lips brushing against my ear. “Isn’t it?” he murmurs. “Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you don’t want me to stop.”
I shake my head, but my body betrays me, leaning into his touch as his hand moves higher, his fingers finding the slick heat between my thighs. I bite back a gasp, my hands pressing against his chest, but it only makes him smirk.
“See?” he says, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’re already soaking for me. Tell me, Alice…did he make you feel this good?”
His fingers slide through my folds, teasing, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes my lips. My head falls back against the wall, my body trembling as he finds my clit, circling it with maddening precision.
“Dmitri,” I whisper, my voice cracking, my hands clutching at his shirt. “This is wrong.”
“Maybe,” he says, his tone unrepentant. “But does it feel wrong?”
I can’t answer. My body won’t let me. Every nerve is on fire, every stroke of his fingers sending me spiraling closer to the edge. My shame is a distant echo, drowned out by the wave of pleasure building inside me.
His other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as his fingers slide inside me, his movements deliberate, relentless. My legs tremble, my breath coming in short gasps as I cling to him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“You’re close,” he murmurs, his voice dark and knowing. “Aren’t you?”
I can’t respond, my voice lost as the climax crashes over me, my body shuddering against him. My moan is loud, unrestrained, and I bury my face against his chest, unable to look at him as the aftershocks pulse through me.
He doesn’t move for a moment, his fingers still inside me, his body pressed against mine, as if he’s savoring the moment. When he finally pulls back, his smirk is as sharp as ever, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“You’re full of surprises, Alice,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I think I’m going to enjoy getting to know all of them.”
And then, just like that, he steps back, leaving me trembling, breathless, and completely undone in the empty hallway.