Chapter 21
MILA
As he grabs my jaw, I’m almost speechless.
I just came sucking his dick. The way he took over and feeling him tense under my fingers.
And damn, the way he spoke to me.
I never let men take control of me.
Yet, here I am, on my knees, almost begging for more.
Maybe I was made to be broken, but only in the bedroom and by the most powerful man I’ve come up against.
He guides me to my unsteady feet. Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine.
The sound of my moan is drowned out by the intensity of our kiss. Enough for him to pull back, leaving me breathless. A darkness flashes across his eyes. I knew it would be there. Which is just what I need.
He runs his hands through my hair, forcing my head back to expose my neck to him.
As his teeth sink into my throat, I cry out.
“Can you be quiet?” he whispers in a low tone in my ear that makes my pussy throb.
I shake my head, and he yanks on my wet locks, sending a beautiful pain through my scalp.
“I don’t want to be. I want you to hear how much I need you.”
That’s how I fuck. Loud and wild. I refuse to contain that part of me, no matter how dark and twisted it may be. It’s who I am. If I’m not screaming, it’s not good sex and I won’t be told otherwise.
Although, him whispering to me is having an unusual effect on me.
“That isn’t how this works. You make a sound, this stops, moya vedmochka.”
I wonder why he thinks I’m a witch? Does he feel this too? I’m pretty sure he put me under a spell as much as I have him.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he says with a smirk, his hand sliding between my thighs and he runs a finger along my needy pussy. I’m hanging on for dear life to the last shred of my heart before he truly steals it.
“I’m not a good girl, Nikolai.”
He bites down on his lip, and his stare hits my soul. Fuck, this man is everything.
“There’s a difference between being a good girl, and my good girl. You’ll soon learn that.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. He lets go of my hair and it cascades down my back, his fingers dragging gently over my collarbones.
“I’ll ask you one more time.” He pauses, wrapping his hand around my throat.
“Can you be my good girl and be quiet?”
I never thought I’d be one of those women who gets wet over praise and dirty talk. Yet, here I am. Thinking about how I can get him to call me that again.
He doesn’t realize I once throat punched a guy for calling me that during sex. But, when Nikolai says it, all I can think about is finding another way to get it again.
Maybe it’s the sheer size of his dick pressing against me. I still want to test him, I can feel his hand twitching on my ass.
I want to be punished.
I don’t want to be able to sit down tomorrow.
I want him to shatter me beyond repair.
And I can’t turn off my inner brat as my mouth opens.
“Well, kiss me then. That will shut me up. I’ll moan in your mouth if I have to.”
“Your mouth isn’t where I intend kissing first, baby.”
He pulls me towards him and crashes his lips over mine. Goddamn, this is the hottest kiss of my life.
My eyes are fixed on him as he drops down to his knees, effortlessly hoists my calf, and delicately rests it upon his shoulder.
Desperate to steady myself, I tightly grip his hair.
“A single sound and this stops, understand?”
A little breathy moan escapes me as his breath feathers against my pussy.
I nod my head.
This experience is totally going in my seven minutes collection.
He gently runs the tip of his tongue along my inner thigh and just that soft motion has my standing leg beginning to tremble in anticipation.
A contrast to earlier, this is soft and sweet almost.
And teasing.
By the time he licks the spot just next to my throbbing pussy, a moan almost slips out, but I close my eyes and bite my cheek to stop myself.
I can’t let this end.
“Eyes on me, don’t you dare close them.”
I do as he says. He has me right where he wants me.
As his fingers dig into my ass, I have to squash my face against my shoulder when runs his hot tongue along my slit. Oh, so fucking slow from my clit all the way back.
Holding onto his hair tighter, I grind my hips against his face.
That earns me a harsh slap on the ass, enough for me to bite down to stop the scream.
“You’re being such a good girl for me, hmm?”
I am. But I want to be bad. I want more of those spankings.
He sucks on my clit, and another sting radiates from my behind.
Holy shit.
“Pinch your nipples and come on my face, baby.”
As he eats me out like a starving man, I pinch them.
The pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure almost makes my head spin.
It’s just not enough for me to go over that tipping point.
“Stop fighting it, you’re close.”
Keeping my gaze locked on him, he looks up from between my legs with a sparkle in those eyes.
That makes me come so fucking hard that I bite down on my lip and taste the metallic twang of blood in my mouth.
Before I can even ride that wave out, his firm hands lift me into the air and spin me around. My hands crash against the slippery tiles and I let out a gasp.
His bulky frame is behind me, against my back, pinning me against the wall.
“Did I hear something?” he whispers against my cheek.
His cock teases my entrance. At this point, I’m not beyond begging for him.
“I want to see how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”
He pushes down on my lower back, wraps my hair around his fist and the head of his dick has my pussy stretching.
Damn.
With each thrust, he forcefully covers my nose and mouth, his grip on my scalp intensifying, causing a burning sensation, and my eyes to water.
I’m so full, being pounded from behind.
It is complete and utter bliss.
“Come on, baby, push back against me, you know you want it as deep as it can go,” he says and slaps my ass, hard.
Whimpers and moans escape me but are muffled by his palm. I want to scream in ecstasy as he rides me into oblivion. Every thrust hits that sweet spot, turning me into a quivering mess and shutting my brain down.
All I can focus on is him.
The pleasure builds up inside of me, and my lungs are burning for air.
“I’m about to fill you up with my come. You look so fucking beautiful stretched around my cock. I can feel how close you are now. Give it to me.”
The way he grits those last four words out sends me wild.
With one deep final thrust, stars fill my vision as he fucks me through my climax.
I am consumed by him.
Removing his hand, my screams fill the room, mixed with the deep moans coming from him.
My body is spent as I regain my breath, riding the wave of this high.
He picks me up and spins me to face him, my legs straddling his waist and I nuzzle my face into his neck.
“We didn’t use a condom, Nik.”
The weight of my words hits me. I’m not on birth control, my life is too unpredictable at the best of times.
“No, looks like we didn’t. Did it feel good, me filling you up?”
I swallow. It did. But the repercussions are not something either of us can have happen. Yet, there is part of me now thinking, how bad would it be truly having a family?
I almost want to cry. I won’t. I don’t remember the last time I did.
He could be perfect for me.
But, I’m about to ruin his life and never see him again.
We let the water fall over us in silence.
Whatever is going on in his head clearly is taking over, too.
So I grab his cheeks in my hands and I kiss him. Like I mean it. Like I care. Because unfortunately for us both, I do.
And the way he returns that kiss tells me all I need to know. He feels this, too.
I really like this man.
And that is a problem.
Without a word, I wriggle out of his hold, grab my towel and I leave.
We both need some space.
I can hardly sleep, tossing and tangling in my sheets. I’m turned on just thinking about Nikolai having his hands on me again.
I almost got up and slipped into bed with him.
Instead, I’m sitting here scowling through the shit pulled from his phone. I need out before I fall any deeper.
Even if my eyes are getting heavy.
It’s not until I hear blood curling screams erupt from outside my room, without thinking, I’m leaping out of bed.
I know the screams of a night terror.
I was that little girl once.
Rushing out of my room, I make a dart for Elena’s room as fast as I can. I know all she needs is to feel comfort and love. Something I never had.
Quietly opening up her door, I slip inside and immediately notice her curled up in bed, her sobs echoing through the room.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” I whisper, approaching her carefully.
Sitting down gently beside her, I run my fingers through her silky hair.
My body tenses and I close my eyes as I feel Nikolai’s presence at the door behind me. He always has me on high alert. I hope I’m not overstepping.
Without uttering a single word, he swiftly moves to the opposite side of the bed, perching on the edge as he enfolds his weeping daughter in a tight embrace.
He holds her so close it brings tears to my eyes. The love he has for her is unmeasurable.
His eyes meet mine and his face softens. The panic that was there a moment a-go subsides now that he has her safely in his arms.
“I can go.” I motion to the door.
He shakes his head at the same time Elena’s croaky voice says “no.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“How about we go sleep in my bed? How does that sound princess?”
She nods and nuzzles herself against his bare chest, and I stand up. Nikolai carries Elena in his arms, but as I reach the door, his hand encircles my wrist.
“And you.” He pauses and my heart almost beats out of my chest. “Please.”
I nod and he laces his fingers through mine, guiding us back to his room. Settling Elena in the center of the enormous bed, we get in on either side of her.
It would almost to the outside world look like a family.