Chapter 8
Olek
Iwoke with Katrina pressed against me, her ass nestled against my cock, and immediately knew I was fucked.
Not just because I was hard—I'd been hard off and on all night, waking every few hours to the feel of her soft body in my bed. But because even half-asleep, my first thought was how badly I needed to be inside her again.
One night. One fucking night and I was already addicted.
I traced my hand down her hip, feeling her shiver in her sleep. She was so responsive, even unconscious. My perfect, sharp-tongued girl who'd screamed my name loud enough that Mikhail had probably heard.
Good. Let him hear. Let everyone know she was mine. For ninety days at least. The thought sent a spike of something dark and possessive through my chest. Ninety days wasn't enough. Would never be enough. But I'd take what I could get and make sure she never forgot it.
My hand slipped between her thighs, finding her already wet. Christ. Even in her sleep, her body wanted me.
"Are you awake?" I asked, my voice rough.
"I am now," she mumbled, still mostly asleep.
"Good." I circled her clit slowly, feeling her start to wake up properly. "Because I need you."
"Again?"
"Always." I kissed her shoulder, breathing in that vanilla scent that was driving me insane. "Tell me no if you don't want this."
Don’t you dare. She pressed back against me, and relief flooded through me.
"Don't stop," she said.
Fuck yes.
"Lift your leg." She obeyed immediately, draping it back over my hip. She was giving herself to me. Letting me have her while she was still soft with sleep, vulnerable. Mine.
"Perfect." I positioned myself at her entrance, already slick from last night and her arousal now. "Tell me if it's too much."
Then I pushed inside. Fucking heaven. She was tight—so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from just slamming in. Her gasp, her hand flying back to grip my hip, nearly undid me.
"Breathe," I managed. "Let me in."
She relaxed, and I sank deeper, groaning at the feel of her wrapped around me. Hot and wet and perfect.
"Fuck," we both said at once.
I started moving, slow and deep, my hand finding her clit. I wanted to savor this. Wanted to draw it out. Wanted to make her come slowly, sweetly.
But God, she felt too good. The angle like this hit something deep inside her, and I could feel her starting to tighten already.
"How are you still so tight?" I bit her shoulder, needing to mark her. "It's like your body was made for me."
"Olek, you feel so good…"
The way she said my name. Breathy. Desperate. It went straight to my cock.
"Say my name like that again." I thrust harder. "Love hearing you say it."
"Olek," she gasped. "Please…"
"Please what? Tell me what you need."
"Harder." The word came out strangled, needy. "I need more."
Something snapped inside me. I'd been holding back.
Trying to be gentle. Trying not to scare her with how badly I wanted to fucking wreck her.
But she was asking for it. Begging for it.
Who was I to deny her? I tightened my grip on her hip and pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in.
She cried out, loud and unrestrained, and I nearly came right then.
"Like that?" I did it again, harder, watching her body jolt with the force. "That what you want?"
"Yes, God, yes!"
I fucked her hard, the bed shaking with each thrust. I wanted to hear her scream. Wanted the entire house to hear what I was doing to her. Wanted everyone to know she was mine. My hand moved from her hip to her throat—not squeezing, just holding. Claiming.
"Is this too much?" I growled. "Tell me if it's too much."
Please don't let it be too much. Please let me have this.
Her. The need to destroy her and have her aching from feeling me fully clawed at me from the inside out.
I needed my seed so deep inside her. I needed to punish her for not already being mine.
For making me wait all these months. For anybody she was with before me.
She needed to pay for how hard I was for her.
I needed her weeping and asking for forgiveness for tonight being the first time that we were together.
She needed to regret not fucking me the first time we met…
"It's not. Don't stop. Please don't stop!"
Fuck. She wasn't just taking it. She was loving it. Wet. So fucking wet. I released her throat and pushed her forward onto her stomach, following her down. The new angle had me deeper, and her answering moan told me she felt it. It was time to punish her pussy.
"Spread your legs wider," I commanded.
She did immediately, and I wanted to fucking worship her for how perfectly she obeyed.
I settled my weight on her, pinning her to the mattress. Trapping her beneath me. Making sure she couldn't move, couldn't escape, could only take what I gave her. Trust me, I gave her every inch of my dick.
"You like this," I said, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Like being held down. Like me taking what I want." I fucked her harder, needing the sting of our bodies connecting so forcefully.
"Yes," She was sobbing now, her face pressed into the pillow. "Yes, I like it. Love it…" she grunted, and I knew I was pushing her limits.
There we go…
"Good girl." I bit her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. Mine. "My good girl, taking my dick so well."
She was babbling incoherently now, just my name and yes and please over and over. The most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard. I could feel her getting close, her body tightening around me, her breathing ragged.
"Olek, I'm going to … I can’t hold it anymore. Can’t handle more without coming."
"You can." I slid my hand under her, finding her clit again. Giving her more. "Come on my dick. Let me feel it."
I needed to feel her fall apart. Needed to know I'd done this to her.
That I was the one making her lose control.
I had to know that she could handle this, because the things that I wanted to do her would only get darker.
She came with a scream that made my ears ring, her whole body convulsing beneath me.
Her pussy clenched around me so tight I saw stars.
"That's it! Fuck—that's it, squeeze me just like that."
I couldn't hold back anymore. I pounded into her, chasing my release, and she just took it. Limp, shaking and perfect beneath me.
"Going to fill you up," I growled. "Going to pump you so full of me you'll feel it all day."
The thought of her walking around with my cum inside her, feeling me hours later.
I came hard, roaring her name, my hips jerking against her ass as I emptied myself deep inside her.
We collapsed together, both breathing hard.
I was still inside her, not wanting to leave .
Not wanting to break this connection. I also didn’t want my semen leaving her body.
I pumped lightly, driving it further into her.
"Five," I said when I could speak again. "We're at five now."
She didn't respond, just lay there boneless and satisfied. Shit. Had I been too rough? I pulled out carefully and rolled her over, checking her face. She looked dazed, her eyes unfocused, her lips swollen from my kisses.
Beautiful.
"Too much?" I asked, genuine concern cutting through the satisfaction.
"No." Her voice was hoarse, probably from screaming. "Perfect."
Relief flooded through me. "Yeah? You liked it rough."
"I liked you rough." She touched my face, and the tenderness in the gesture made my chest tight. "There's a difference."
There was. With her, everything was different. I kissed her gently this time. Tender. At odds with how I'd just fucked her, but I needed her to know. What? That she meant something? That this wasn't just the contract?
Dangerous thoughts.
"Shower," I said against her mouth. "Then breakfast. Then I'm keeping you in this bed all day."
"I have work."
"You have me." I stood and scooped her up, loving how light she felt in my arms. "Call in sick. Tell your boss that you can’t make it in today." I smirked.
"I'm the head maid. I don't call in sick." She pressed.
"Then delegate." I carried her toward the bathroom. "You have the flu. Tell the staff whatever you want. But you're spending the day with me."
I expected her to argue. To insist on maintaining boundaries.
Instead, she said, "Fine. I’ll figure it out. But you can’t let anybody know I’m up here, and you have to make me breakfast."
"Deal." I set her down in the shower and turn on the water. "Anything else you want?"
Say you want me. Say you want this to be more than ninety days. Say…
"Coffee," she said. "Really good coffee."
I grinned, shoving down the disappointment. "I can do that."
I pulled her under the spray, and she came willingly, tucking herself against my chest. Eighty-eight days left. I was going to make every single one count. Then maybe, by the end of it she wouldn't want to leave.
Because I already knew I wasn't letting her go. Contract or no contract. She was mine. And I protected what I claimed as mine.