20. Briar
20
brIAR
THE PAST
“ I ’ve never been in a helicopter before,” I say, straddling his hips and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“The only rule is that you’re supposed to keep your seat belt on during take off,” he says. “But you’re already breaking that rule.”
“I don’t care.” I giggle, pressing a kiss against his lips. His fingers dig into my waist. The strength of his hands instantly makes wet heat gather between my thighs. “And since when did you care so much about playing by the rules?”
“Hold on tight, solnishko ,” he says, splaying his hand against the small of my back.
The helicopter lifts off the ground.
I wrap my thighs tighter around him. He grunts, bucking his hard length against my cleft.
We’re wearing headphones that connect us to each other.
“Are you trying to make me fuck you in a helicopter, Briar?” he asks, squeezing my ass. I love it when he grips me so possessively.
“That would be another first,” I tell him.
He traps my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it. I fall forward, my breasts crushed against his hard chest as he moves on to my upper lip.
“Having all of your firsts,” he says. “You don’t know how much I love that. I love that you’re all mine and only mine.”
I tug at the lapels of his shirt. “And you’re mine.”
Our hearts are beating so hard that I can’t tell his apart from mine.
Whatever that started between us is a wildfire. It’s pointless to stop it. The only thing left to do now is stand in the middle of the flames and watch everything burn.
“I’ve been thinking about something, Briar,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“It’s about our future,” he says.
My heart plummets. I try not to show it.
“Oh?” I say.
“I like that I have all of your nights,” he says. “But I want you in the daytime, too. I want you every second of every day, solnishko . Move in with me.”
I pull away from him to look at his face. He’s dead serious.
“You want me to move in with you?” I ask.
“More than anything in the world.”
“Don’t you think it’s too soon for that?”
“I’m a man who knows what he wants, Briar,” he says. “And what I want is you. In my home. As my woman.”
“Dimitri, we’ve been through this before,” I say. “I just want to keep things fun and light-hearted.”
“My feelings for you aren’t fun and light-hearted,” he says. “They’re obsessive. All-consuming. Depraved. You’re the only thing my dark heart beats for these days. And I want so much more than stolen moments and rushed nights.”
My lips pop open as I stare at him.
He means every word.
I shouldn’t be so surprised. Dimitri never kept the intensity of his feelings a secret from me. He gave me everything right from the start. And because I’ve been starved of true affection my whole life, I was fascinated by the way he treated me.
“Can we not talk about this right now?” I whisper, resting my hands against his shoulders. I love the contours of his muscles beneath my fingertips. “I just want to have a good time.”
“Think about it,” he says.
And for a second, I do.
My heart soars as I consider the possibility of moving in with Dimitri. And it tastes so sweet that I want to hold on to it for a while longer. But I can’t leave Grace behind. She needs me.
“I will,” I say. “Now, can we please go back to kissing?”
He grabs my ass harder. “You want kisses, do you, you horny little brat?”
His words give birth to delicious need between my thighs.
“I was thinking about you yesterday,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?”
“About how I feel incomplete without you inside me,” I say.
His lips are on mine before I can say another word. His tongue pushes past the seam of my lips, curling with mine and taking me past the point of no return.
“I think about that too, Briar,” he says. “I probably think about it way more than I should. I can’t even breathe right without having your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock like a vise.”
He fists my hair, tugging my head back so he can drink from my lips.
“And this mouth, it’s going to be my ruin, isn’t it?” he says. “I fantasize about it every single night. I think about you on your knees with these lips stretched around my cock. Your hands are bound behind you as I take your mouth however I please.”
I moan against him, my hips shifting on his lap as my body seeks release.
“Look at you,” he says. “You barely understand what you need, but you want it anyway, don’t you? You need a big, fat cock impaling your tiny pussy to feel whole. Isn’t that right, darling?”
I nod, gasping when he cups my sex from over my clothes. He massages my mound, sending bolts of pleasure up and down my spine.
I don’t understand why, but every time this man touches me, it feels like the very first time.
“Soaked straight through,” he says. “Who are you so wet for, Briar?”
“You,” I say, grinding my hips against his hard length. His fingers sink deeper into my cleft, making both of us groan. “I’m wet for you.”
He curses in Russian.
“I can’t wait to breed you in my bed,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling the ghost of my cock inside you for days.”
Each day, we get a little more unhinged.
We don’t censor anything. And in the dead of the night, it feels like the world exists just for the two of us.
He holds the back of my head and kisses me possessively. It’s not just a kiss. I feel it warming up my frozen soul, giving me a purpose. Giving me a reason to breathe and exist. It inspires me, nourishes me.
“Grind that good girl pussy all over my palm,” he says. “Show me how much you want it.”
A brightness flashes over my closed eyelids.
I open my eyes and see that the clouds have parted to reveal the full moon. It looks bigger than ever tonight.
Ever since I met Dimitri, I feel like I stepped out of the real world and entered a fairy tale.
“It’s so beautiful up here,” I say, marveling at the night sky.
He doesn’t tear his gaze off me. His touch travels up my waist, and he cups my breasts in his big hands. He starts teasing my nipples between his fingers, making me dizzy with need.
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re the only view I want for the rest of my life,” he says, pinching one of my nipples until I moan for him. “At this rate, I’m going to fill up your little pussy with my come by the time we land.”
More liquid heat gathers between my thighs.
I love it when he talks about me like I’m his possession. I don’t know what that says about me, but I can’t deny that his arms are the only true home I’ve ever known.
“I would like that,” I say.
He grabs my breasts. Hard .
“Did you just say that you would like to have your pussy bred?” he says. “When you say things like that, all I want is to chain you to my bed and not let you go until I get the job done.”
I shiver and hold him tighter. “Am I insane for liking the sound of that?”
“A little bit,” he says. “But that’s why you’re so perfect for me.”
“Dimitri?” I say.
“Yeah, baby?”
I clench my thighs together. I don’t know why, but I get all soft inside whenever he calls me his baby.
“I want to know everything about you,” I say.
He stiffens underneath me. “What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about your family,” I say. “You said you had a brother?”
He rests his forehead against my shoulder. It catches me off guard. He’s holding me differently. Usually, he holds me like his body needs me. But this time, he’s holding me like it’s his heart that needs me.
“Yeah, I do,” he says. “He’s younger than me. His name is Rurik.”
“Does he live with you?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “He doesn’t.”
The words are whispered against my neck. It takes everything inside me to focus on his words and not on the way his hot breath feels against my neck.
“Where is he, then?” I ask, shivering when he presses his nose against the column of my neck.
“I’ve been asking myself that question for weeks,” he replies.
“Oh,” I say. “You don’t know where he is?”
“I don’t.”
Before I can ask him more about his brother, his teeth sink into the delicate skin of my neck. I buck against him, rolling my hips against the hot length of his cock.
“I know what you’re doing,” I say.
“What am I doing?” he asks.
“You’re trying to distract me,” I say. “I wasn’t done talking.”
His teeth move to my shoulder. He nibbles on the skin where my neck meets my shoulder. I feel fireworks inside me. They’re happening in slow motion, so bright that they demand all my attention.
“What other questions do you have for me, solnishko ?” he asks.
“What about the rest of your family?” I ask.
“My brother is all I have left in this world,” he says.
“You don’t have any sisters?” I ask.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “No.”
His grip on my hips turns bruising. I want to tell him that he’s hurting me, but the emotion in my throat is too thick. Whatever happened with his family, it left scars. And I have a feeling that his scars run so deep that they never had the chance to heal. Just like mine.
“Dimitri?” I say.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” he says.
“I’m glad we found each other when we did,” I say.
His tortured eyes find mine. They fill with warmth. “You’re my sun, princess. My only source of light and warmth.”
We look at each other.
Something passes between the two of us. Every time we end up in each other’s arms, the bond between us turns stronger. I feel his essence coiling around my heart, bathing me in his exquisite darkness.
I feel things I never felt before.
I feel things I never imagined I’d ever feel for someone.
“You’re the only good thing in my life, solnishko ,” he says. “I know you want to know about my childhood and what made me who I am today, but those are things I’d rather forget. If I could have them erased from my mind, I would.”
“But those are the things that made you who you are today,” I say. “You wouldn’t be the person you are without your past.”
“Maybe I’m not proud of who I am,” he says.
I cup his face. His jaw is hard underneath my fingertips. His unshaven skin prickles my palm.
“I know you don’t like talking about yourself,” I say. “And neither do I, for that matter. It feels strange to even say this, but I knew the second I saw you that you and I were more alike than different. We hold so much pain, and it has nowhere to go. I saw myself in you. And I liked you for who you were.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew the things I’ve done.” He swallows.
“Maybe that’s up for me to decide,” I say.
I lean forward and press my lips against his.
He groans and pulls me closer, crushing our mouths together. Every part of him is so hard. I can’t help but rub myself all over him.
“As much as I love the idea of fucking you in front of my men, I’d have to gouge their eyes out after,” he says.
I blink and glance out of the small window of the helicopter. I didn’t realize that we had already landed.
We’re on a rooftop garden. Large, muscular men in designer suits stand around the helipad.
“You have a lot of bodyguards,” I say.
“They’re more like my brothers,” he says, smoothening his hand overmy breasts to remove any creases in the fabric. And then he peels me off his lap. My thighs feel incomplete without being wrapped aroundhim.
I whine in protest.
“Patience, baby,” he says. “I’ll be all over you when we’re alone in my bedroom.”
He gets out of the helicopter and reaches for me. My feet never touch the ground. He carries me in his arms, holding me like I’m precious cargo.
“I can walk, Dimitri,” I say, burying my face in his neck.
“You don’t have to,” he says, marching me past his men. He stops when we’re at the edge of the garden, bathed in shadows. He turns to face his men. “Everyone, this is my woman, Briar.”
He introduces the men to me, but it’s all white noise.
My woman.
It’s all I hear. There’s an ocean roaring in my ears. I like the idea of being his woman. I know he’s possessive and probably has a couple of screws loose, but he’s my man.
I wrap my arms around him as he takes me inside the penthouse apartment.
I can’t tear my eyes off him.
“I’d give you a tour, but I can’t wait a second longer,” he says. He throws me over his shoulder when we reach the bottom of a staircase.
His large palm cups one of my ass cheeks, his thumb digging into my cleft and driving me crazy.He marches up the stairs and throws a door open.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, Briar,” he says, stepping inside the room and cloaking us in darkness.
“What did I do?” I ask.
“You were teasing me with that barely legal pussy, rubbing yourself all over me,” he says. “Did you think there wouldn’t be any consequences for getting me all worked up?”
“I thought you liked it.” I giggle when he spanks my bottom.
“You knew I wouldn’t be able to fuck you. Not when the pilot could see everything I was doing to you.”
He throws me on the bed.
My pulse is pounding everywhere—my neck, my lips, my skin, the hollow behind my knees. And it’s pounding the hardest in that secret place between my thighs.
His eyes are a dark storm that give nothing away.
I know I have nothing to be scared of when it comes to this man, but still, I find myself backing away from him. It’s an instinct, the hunted trying to flee the hunter.
He watches me as he takes off his belt. His erection is a proud, rude thing outlined against his dress pants.
“You look so good in my bed,” he says. “You would look even better chained to it.”
He stalks toward me and climbs onto the bed. My back hits the headboard.
“Chained?” I repeat.
“Yes, baby,” he says. “Completely at my mercy. All mine to do with as I please.”
“What if I didn’t want to be tied?” I ask.
“I’ll tie you up anyway,” he says. “I know the thought of it makes you wet between your thighs.”
He grabs a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table. It’s lined on the inside with padded silk. But the metal is still cold as he takes my wrists and cuffs them together over my head.
He drags me to the edge of the bed, throwing me over his lap and yanking my skirt up.
“What made you think you could leave the house with this sorry excuse of a skirt covering your ass?”
“I thought it was cute.”
“Nothing about you is cute, Briar,” he says. “When men look at you, they see a ripe peach ready for plucking. They see something they want to sink their teeth into. It’s really not fair when you decide to wear short skirts that show off your ass with every step you take. Now, take your punishment for being such a cock tease.”
He spanks me, making me count all the way up to ten.
By the time he’s done, there’s a fire in my lungs. I can’t feel my backside. Everything throbs.
He throws me back on the bed. This time, he yanks my knees apart, pushing them against my chest as he looks at the way my panties are molded to my sex.
“So fucking wet,” he says. “Just as I imagined.”
I try to move my hips, trying to close my thighs. The only light in the room is from his bedside lamp, and it throws shadows all over his face. He looks like the monster that hides under the bed. And he’s come to take what he wants.
He drags his knuckles against my sex, groaning when he feels how wet and puffy I am.
“Keep them open for just a little while longer,” he says. “I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t have this pussy right now.”
I struggle against my restraints. My heart is supersonic, thrashing against my throat with every breath I take. He takes out his large cock. It looks so angry as he fists it, watching me the entire time.
I’ve seen it before, but the sight of it terrifies me every time.
“You look so little underneath me,” he says. “It’s a miracle I even fit inside you.”
He pushes my panties to the side and places his cock against my wet folds.
“There,” he says. “You look so much better with my big cock resting on top of you.”
My knees are still folded against my chest. He falls forward, pinning me underneath him as he starts rocking, nudging the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.
“You’re so wet and warm for me,” he says. “I know I shouldn’t, but it just feels so fucking good. Even God couldn’t stop me from taking what’s mine.”
The friction between us tastes sinful.
“Let me see your perfect tits, baby,” he says, pushing up my shirt. Instead of unhooking my bra, he rips it. My tits bounce free, filling his waiting palms. “Fuck, it’s like you were made to get fucked by me. You were born to become my little slut.”
He rips my panties next and spits on my pussy. He massages my mound, cupping me in his large palm and squeezing so hard that I see stars.
I nearly combust, but I know I can’t until he’s inside me.
“You’re going to keep teasing me for the rest of my life, aren’t you?” he says. “You’re going to keep pushing me to the edge, making me sin over and over again. I won’t find any relief until I’m balls deep inside this too-tight pussy.”
He moves his cock down to my ass. I stare up at him with horror and shake my head.
He leans down to whisper against my ear. “If I want to take your ass, I’ll take your ass. Your body belongs to me now, little girl. It exists for my pleasure. And I get to come in whichever hole I please.”
He pushes his cock into the tight ring of my ass. The feeling is foreign. It’s too much, but at the same time, it feels so good.
“Fuck, your ass is going to feel so good squeezing down on my cock,” he says, pulling out.
He kisses my neck as he moves his cock up and down my slit.
It builds an inferno deep inside my core. It’s a concentrated ball of fire about to implode at any moment.
I push my wrists against the restraints. He drags his hand up my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing my neck before enclosing my wrists.
“Stay still now, baby girl,” he says. “You’ve teased me enough. Now let me get relief inside this hot little cunt.”
His hand tightens around both of my wrists. He fists his cock with his other hand, positioning it at my entrance and then thrusting inside me with a rough slap of his hips.
Both of us moan at the same time.
“Oh my God,” I breathe.
“I’m your god now, baby,” he says. “Say my name and my name only when I’m inside you.”
“Dimitri,” I say. He pulls out and slams his big cock back inside me. “ Dimitri .”
I see shooting stars and collapsing galaxies behind my closed eyelids. It feels like I’m being reborn.
“You’re so fucking tight around me,” he says. “A good man would go easy on this tight pussy. But it just makes me want to fuck you harder. Your pussy is so sweet and innocent around my cock.”
And it’s not just words. He’s rough as he thrusts inside me.
I shift on the bed. “It hurts.”
He leans down and presses his mouth against my ear. “Take it, baby girl. I know you can take it. I know you can make me proud. Let me have my way with this cunt now.”
His body weight feels so good on top of me. His hand moves from my wrist to my throat.
“I know this is how you like it,” he says. “Completely at my mercy. Completely mine.”
He’s a machine—tireless and powerful. His hips snap with pure energy as he slams his cock inside me over and over again.
“You look like a sweet princess,” he says. “You deserve a charming prince to make sweet love to you. But instead, you ended up becoming the villain’s object of fascination.”
He bottoms out inside me, grinding his pelvis against my clit. I feel him in every nerve ending of my body.
“And let me tell you something about villains,” he says. “When they see something they like, they take it. I’m about to become your ruin, princess. You’re already on my bed with your thighs spread wide open for my big cock.”
“I always liked the villains more anyway,” I whisper.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he says.
He flips me around until I’m on my knees. He lifts my hips higher into the air.
“You were so pure and virginal when I met you,” he says. “And look at you now. Taking a cock like a horny little slut. Milking me like you’re being paid to do it. You need it so bad, don’t you, baby?”
His filthy words push me toward the edge. I’m close. So close.
He pulls out and rubs his swollen cock over my slit.
“I asked you a question,” he says.
I suck in a breath. “I need it. I need it. I need you. ”
His body language turns more aggressive. He positions his cock over my entrance once more and slams inside me.
“Good girl,” he says gruffly. “Keep these pretty thighs open now as I finish what I started.”
He’s slam fucking now.
In this moment, I have no past. I have no future. There’s just this moment in time right here. There’s just this bossy man on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his hips and making my toes curl.
My face feels like it’s on fire. His hand flexes around my throat, his fingers tight enough to leave a bruise.
“Do you want tocome on my big cock, princess?” he asks.
Inod. He lowers himself on top of me, wrapping his hand around my breasts and unleashing the full power of his body.
“Go ahead, princess,” he says. “ Shatter .”
And I do.
He growls into my hair, his cock growing even larger inside me before he fills me up with his seed.
This moment feels like my favorite part of a familiar song. I want torelive it over and over again. I want to exist right here in this bliss.
He flips me back around and kisses my forehead.
“You’re radiant,” he says, glancing down at me. “Practically glowing.”
He removes my handcuffs, freeing my wrists. All of me feels raw and bruised in the best way. I can feel him all over my skin, existing in every cell of my body.
“I feel happy when I’m with you,” I say.“I feel like I found true freedom.”
He brushes his lips against mine. It’s a sweet kiss that soon turns hot. I feel his cock harden against my belly once again. I don’t know if this is normal, but he’s always ready to fuck me. He’s always ready for more.
But instead of kissing me for hours like I want him to, he pulls away.
“There’s something I need to show you,” he says.