Chapter 27
MILA
Squeezing my eyes shut, my body is on the cusp of shattering. Damn, does he know what he’s doing with that tongue and finger combo?
My weakness. Tipping my head back, I thrive on every ounce of pleasure he’s giving me.
I let go. For the first time in a long time.
To just feel. To let this man do whatever the hell he wants with me. Even if I am spread out on the roof of his Hellcat being eaten out through the sunroof. I don’t care if anyone sees. It’s hot as fuck, and I can’t let him stop.
“Nik, I need you inside me. Please?”
I press my hands down on the roof as he torturously teases me to the brink of my own sanity with his mouth.
My body misses him as he pulls back and dips out of the car, but it isn’t long before he’s pulling me off of the top.
Holding me in his strong arms, I wrap my legs around his waist, as his lips crash over mine. I taste myself on his tongue and it only makes me wetter for him.
More needy. More desperate for release.
“Fuck me, Niki. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Make it hurt.”
Darkness flashes across his eyes, followed up with a grin that tells me he plans to do just that.
“Enough talking. You don’t get to give the orders, baby.”
He carries me to the hot hood and he sets me down. A shiver runs down my spine with anticipation as he unbuckles his belt, and then slides it out of his pants.
Every cell of me ignites.
“What are you doing with that?” I ask as he wraps it around his fist.
I hope this is going where I think it is.
He silences me by putting his index finger up to his lips and steps between my legs.
“Hair up,” he commands.
My breath catches as he loops the leather around my throat, and pulls on it tightly to yank me closer to the edge of the bumper.
“Are you going to be a bad girl for me?”
“How naughty do you want me?” I reply, letting go of my hair letting it fall down my back.
The ache in my core is almost becoming too much to ignore.
“I want to hear you scream this time. In fact, I want everyone to hear how much of a needy slut you are for my cock.”
“Then I guess you have to hit that spot to make me scream for you, Mr. Volkov.”
His jaw ticks. I let out a gasp as he tightens the belt, enough to restrict my airflow and my back hits the metal. His broad hands grip my thighs, pushing them back toward my chest.
“You want it rough?”
I frantically nod, not being able to form words.
He pushes himself inside of me, not giving me time to adjust to his size before he pounds into me.
Each time hitting so deep my eyes roll up into my head.
My back arches and his teeth sink deep into my collarbone. The pain shooting more pleasure into me.
With every thrust, each bite, I can’t contain myself.
The moans flow freely out of my mouth, chanting his name. Begging for more.
“Come for me and let me fucking hear it,” he grunts out into my ear, loosening the pressure on my throat.
And I do.
So violently, the screams rip through my chest. My entire body shakes around him and he holds me tight against him, fucking me through my orgasm and spilling inside of me.
I can barely hear him over my own noise.
The fact that he’s saying the wrong name, even now, hurts as I come down from my high.
I wish he had the real me.
I wish he wanted Mila.
He strokes my cheek, bringing me back to his beautiful blue eyes and our noses touch.
“You were a good girl then. I want to see how bad you can be later.”
Oh, he has no idea.
Before I can reply, he pulls back and I can feel him dripping down the inside of my thigh. He chuckles, and I watch as he grabs something from the car.
I frown as he approaches me with his suit jacket on.
He spreads my legs open and starts to wipe… with his very expensive looking blazer.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I have to clean you up for the date, this was just the appetizer, remember?”
After he finishes softly cleaning up my thighs, he leans down and peppers kisses on my sensitive skin, holds out his hand and helps me to my feet.
My heart melts as he then tugs down on the hem of my dress.
Folding up the jacket, he sets it on one of the back seats.
“That looked way too expensive to be doing that,” I say as he helps me into the passenger seat.
“The jacket holds no value. What we just did, that was priceless.”
He closes the door and slips behind the wheel.
His hand plants down on my thigh. As I glance at him he smiles at me.
That same grin I fell for when I saw him chopping a guy’s head off.
I can’t believe he did that, for me.
“Ready for our next course?”
I bite down on my lip and his eyebrow shoots up.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To show you what decent food tastes like.”
I fake hurt, putting my hand over my heart and he winks at me, his deep chuckle filling the space.
I think I just lost possession of my own soul.
Except, I know what I have to do.
I have to ruin everything.