37. Brooke
Within minutes, my bedroom door bursts open, and Lev stands in the doorway, annoyance radiating off him like flames. “You regretfully decline?”
Still dressed in nothing but a towel, I refuse to be intimidated by the grumpy pakhan despite the sudden tension in my shoulders. “That’s right.”
I tighten the towel around my chest, and Lev’s heated gaze sweeps over me.
He stalks toward me. “I thought we understood one another—that you will do as you’re told.”
“I never said that.”
“You’re to be my wife—
“I haven’t agreed to marry you yet.”
“But you will.”
“Did anyone ever teach you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?” I say, folding my arms across my chest, trying to secure the towel tighter around my chest. In hindsight, I should’ve gotten dressed in more than a pair of panties and a towel before poking the bear.
Again, his heated gaze sweeps over me, burning across my skin and making my heart race. “Why do you insist on trying to anger me?” he growls.
“Well, maybe if you were a little nicer to me I might have agreed to your invitation to join you in your office. Maybe if you show me the respect I deserve, then maybe I’d return the sentiment.”
He takes another menacing step toward me. Like a panther stalking his prey. “As my wife, I expect you to do as I tell you to do.”
“Well, I hope you’re used to disappointment.”
He takes another step closer. “I don’t do disappointment well.”
“Well, I don’t do being blackmailed very well.”
“Blackmail is nothing compared to what I’m capable of,” he says, his heat swirling around us. “You will need to acclimate to my world if this is to work.”
“Well, I disagree.”
His brows shoot up. “You disagree?”
“If I do agree to marry you, which I haven’t yet, I will do what is expected of me as long as I am shown the respect I deserve. That means you will not summon me. From now on, if you want something from me, you ask.” I cock an eyebrow at him. “Nicely.”
He grits his teeth. “This isn’t playtime, Miss Masters.”
I shove a finger into his chest. “No, this is my life you’re playing with, Mr. Zarkov.”
He towers over me. He looks like he’s about to lose his temper all over again. His jaw is tight. His eyes are dark. Any minute, he’s going to start yelling.
But then he does something I don’t see coming.
He slams his lips to mine and crushes his kiss into my mouth. And my body is coiled so tight with pent-up sexual energy I don’t fight him.
In fact, I kiss him back, and the kiss is fierce and unrestrained as all the frustration of the last two days breaks loose.
I’m playing with fire, but at least I’m playing on my terms.
I walk him backward toward the chaise and climb on his lap.
Between my thighs, the rigid outline of his cock provides the much-needed friction my aching clit needs.
I grind against it, making him groan.
His hands slide up to loosen the towel and send it sailing to the floor. Still kissing me, he brushes my nipples with his palms and groans into our kiss again.
Now that he’s suitably distracted, I reach for the pair of nail scissors I left sitting on the side table and bring them up to Lev’s neck. They’re only small, but they’re sharp and pointy enough to pierce a jugular vein.
I wretch my lips from him.
“I am not a fuck toy,” I growl between gritted teeth.
His cock throbs against my pussy, spreading raw pleasure throughout my groin.
“Nicely played, zayka,” he says without a hint of concern. In fact, his amusement dances on his lips. “What do you plan to do now?”
I press the end of the scissors deeper into his neck. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to see the pain flare in his eyes. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide it because he’s not afraid of the pain. He enjoys it.
“Let’s get a few things straight. Our night together was a big mistake, and I won’t have you use it against me. Do you understand? I might be stuck with you for the next twelve months, but I sure as fuck won’t be made to do anything I don’t want to do.”
Again, his cock throbs between my legs. He’s enjoying this, and I’m not afraid to admit I’m turned on as fuck right now. I don’t know if it’s the rigid outline of his cock rubbing against the front of my panties or the fact that I haven’t had sex since our last night together, and seeing him like this is making me lose my last sense.
My body screams for release, and right now, it’s screaming louder than my common sense.
“I, on the other hand, don’t have any reservations about you taking your pleasure from me.” His eyes twinkle with a mix of lust and heat. “You can feel what you do to me. Open my zipper, zayka. Take what you want from me.”
His hands find my hips and press me harder against his erection. I crush my teeth into my lip, my body on fire, my panties soaked with arousal.
“Give in. You can fight me later. But for now, all you need to do is give in to what your body is begging you to do.”
My head spins.
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
He grabs my chin and drags his thumb across my lip. “Such a filthy mouth deserves to be punished. Say the words, and I’ll happily ruin it for you.”
“Fuck you,” I repeat.
He slams his lips to mine, devouring my mouth.
But I pull away because I need more than his lips, and he knows it.
He unzips his pants and frees his cock.
It’s bigger than I remember. A thick shaft with a wide head promising all the orgasms.
He grasps the wide base. “Let go, zayka. Take my cock, use me to take what you want.”
I lick my lips. I know I should stop this, but I don’t want to. I’m so incredibly wound, I’m like a tightly coiled spring ready to burst. I need this release. I want this.
I press the scissors harder into his skin. “This changes nothing.”
His eyes gleam with wickedness. “Perhaps.”
“I still hate you.”
He grabs my jaw. “Good.”
He kisses me again, and it’s forceful and wild. Commanding.
And I’m done for.
I drop the scissors, and with one hand, I grasp the base of his length, and with the other, I push my panties aside. I hover over the engorged head.
“Take it,” Lev rasps against my lips. “Take all of it.”
Very slowly, I sink onto him, and my eyes flutter with the sudden fullness.
“That’s my good girl.” He groans, and it’s rich with lust and pleasure. “Take it all, zayka, take every fucking inch.”
A moan escapes me as I begin to ride him, and his hands grip my thighs and pull me back and forth over his pelvis.
I grab onto his shoulders to steady myself. Heat swirls between us. Sweat pools behind my legs, and a sticky heat prickles its way along my skin, but damn, it’s nothing compared to the sweet tension building between my thighs.
“Clench that beautiful pussy of yours, zayka, squeeze my cock,” he grits out. “That’s it, your pussy is so tight… so fucking tight…”
When he tries to move, I stop him. “No.”
It’s me taking back some semblance of control.
He smiles smugly, and his eyes are glazed with carnal delight.
I tighten my pussy around his length and wipe that smile right off his face.
“Fuck…” he growls, and his head falls backward onto the chaise lounge. “You keep doing that, zayka, and I’m going to come sooner rather than later.”
I moan and slam my lips to his.
“Good, then come inside me,” I pant between ferocious kisses. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”
It’s enough to drive him over the edge.
He releases a growl so primal and raw it sends goosebumps scattering across my skin.
He grabs my hair and tightens it around his wrist, and my orgasm rips out of me like a bomb exploding. I unravel on his lap, my pussy convulsing against his cock, my moans uninhibited and loud.
Eyes closed, I sag against him. My body feels so damn good.
As our breathing evens out, I drop my forehead to his.
I may have crossed some line, but right now, I couldn’t care less.
“See how good it feels to let go?” he rasps. “You should let go more often.”
He moves to kiss me, but I turn my face away. But he grabs my chin and crushes his lips to mine, searing his kiss into my skin. I don’t fight it. What’s the point? It’s just me denying that I want it. So I kiss him back, and a renewed throb takes up between my thighs, and I clench around his cock.
He groans. “Such a greedy little kiska.”
He grabs my ass and lifts us off the chaise lounge like I weigh nothing and walks us over to the bed. When he drops me to my feet, his cock slips from my body, and his cum slides down my leg.
His cock is still hard and swings heavily between his powerful thighs, glistening with a mix of both of us.
With a wicked smirk on his beautiful lips, he turns me around, presses me down on the edge of the bed, and thrusts back into my body.
I cry out at the pleasure, caving into submission as he towers over me, taking from me but giving me so much at the same time.
It all happens so hard and fast. The thrusts. The surge of pleasure from deep inside me. Strong fingers grip my hips as he slams heavy strokes into my body until I fall apart and start to come again.
“That’s it, zayka. Come on my cock,” he groans. “Isn’t this better than fighting me?”
My hands fist on the bed as I cry out, my second orgasm soaring through me with so much force I momentarily leave this mortal plane for somewhere full of hazy white light and stars.
“Oh God…” I moan.
But he’s far from finished with me. He pulls out and turns me around, and I’m so pliable and soft I’m surprised my legs actually work. He thrusts them apart and rams his cock so deep into me I lose my breath.
“I want to watch your face as I claim this pussy,” he growls. “I want you to watch mine as I come inside you.”
I’m drunk on what he’s doing and watch through heavy eyelids as his cock slides in and out of my body, my pussy slick with his cum and my arousal.
Goddamn. Watching him disappear inside me is sexy as fuck, and I decide being dominated by him is my new favorite thing.
I pull him down and kiss him like a hungry woman. I’m going for orgasm number three, and if it means I have to take it from him, then so be it.
He chuckles and thrusts his tongue in deep, kissing me so rough I know I’m going to have whisker burn afterward. “I like this version of you.”
I’m teetering on the brink of orgasm. “Don’t think it means anything. I still hate you.”
“Hate fuck is a great fuck.”
I chuckle and gasp against his lips as he slams in deeper. “You’re so lame.”
“So lame I can make you come three times in ten minutes.”
“Who says I’m going to come again?” I gasp. I’m definitely coming again.
“Maybe I should stop then—”
“If you stop, Lev, I will kill you.” God, I’m so close. If he stops, I’ll spontaneously combust. “I’ll kill you slowly,” I whimper.
He grins and grinds hard against me, and the friction detonates orgasm number three as if it was his plan the entire time.
I come, and I come loud.
Lev follows and comes louder. And dear God, I’m so fucking high on afterglow, I don’t know when I’m going to come down—if I’m going to come down at all.
He empties inside me, his thrusts becoming slow and shallow as he disappears into outer space.
He sags against me, the scent of him settling over me like silk.
When he lifts his head, he has a wicked gleam in his eye.
“This agreement is for twelve months,” he says.
“And?”
“We could make them very pleasurable.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“A mutually beneficial arrangement.” He eases out of me, and cum spills onto the bed.
“You want me to be your fuck buddy?”
“I like fucking you, zayka, and going by the sounds you just made, I think you like it when I do.” He adjusts himself and rezips his pants.
He disappears into the bathroom, and when he returns, he’s holding a damp cloth. Spreading my thighs apart, he slides the cool, damp cloth between my legs, and the coldness is an instant relief against my already blazing skin. Going by my previous experience with him, I’m going to hurt tomorrow.
I don’t move. I sit there with my legs parted as he gently tends to the mess he made of my pussy and the bed beneath me. Any shyness went out the door when I climbed onto his lap and sank down on his cock.
“So what’s it going to be? Are we going to waste time fighting or have a good time fucking?” he asks, tenderly brushing the cloth along my thigh.
What do I have to lose?
In twelve months, this will all be over, and Lev will fade into memory.
But I can make this situation bearable with some of the best sex of my life.
After all, which is the better option? Fighting him every step of the way and living in perpetual frustration. Or taking multiple orgasms from a man who seems only too happy to give them.
That’s the moment I decide to become the devil’s advocate.
No, that’s the moment I become the devil’s whore.
And I have to admit, I don’t hate it.