9. Sienna #3
His callused hands slide up my legs and over my hips. He pulls down my panties just as quickly as I whip away his belt and throw it to the side. I swallow hard as I unzip his pants and pull them down, letting his cock spring free.
Jesus Christ.
His cock is definitely portioned to his height and mass, and I swallow hard at the thick, smooth erection with a prominent vein running underneath.
“I warned you, mishka ,” he says, his accent thicker, his voice dripping with lust. I suspect this is his way of giving me an out. I know I'm crazy for doing this, but I need to get rid of this frantic energy and give in to being reckless. I need to feel like I’m taking control just for a moment.
“I'm surprised you haven't put women to sleep by how much you talk. Surely, your mouth can do something better,” I say, feigning a bored tone. I need to not think. I need to be reminded of pleasure.
A noise escapes his throat as he grabs me under my legs and presses me against the glass. My arms curl around his shoulders, and my legs wrap around his waist. Everything else aside, he’s fucking beautiful in a ruthless way.
“Let's see if you're feeling so clever when you're filled with my cock,” he growls as he rubs the tip of his dick against my entrance .
I pull him in to kiss him again. Not because I need the intimacy, but simply because I want to drown myself in this moment.
My hips rock, little noises escaping me, as I demand to have his cock inside me. Very few men have been able to lift me, and none have ever been able to hold me like this, and it fuels me with a desperation to be used in the same way I want to use him.
I don't want or need anything more from Nikolai, knowing the devil he is. I just need raw, hard fucking to free me in this moment, to clear my head.
I try shoving myself down on him, but even with my weight, it's impossible to budge the iron grip he has on me. My heart jolts as I see the flicker of the shark’s tail passing in my periphery, and that's when Nikolai impales me.
I choke on a sob that he muffles with his mouth, as if eating away my desperate yearning. I feel as if I'm splitting in two, and yet I savor the pain, my legs shaking as I adjust to his size. I don't want sweet or tender. I want this man for what he is and what he can offer me.
He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into me. He curses in Russian against my mouth. “Fuck me, you're tight.”
I bite at his lips, loving the way he’s fucking me. This muscled, dangerous man is consuming me and bringing me alive in a way that I've never felt before.
He continues eating away at my pleading cries, and every time a deep noise escapes him, another hot wave of pleasure flushes through me. My legs begin to shake as my body winds up, and I'm in shock that I may get off for the first time without any clitoral stimulation.
I try to focus on his face, surprised that the killer might be a fucking god after all. He holds me up with one hand as his other grips my jaw and angles my head to the side. Then he bites down on my neck, and I get even closer to the edge of ecstasy.
I melt as his pace picks up, and the heat we’re generating makes it so I no longer feel the chill on my wet skin.
“So fucking perfect,” he pants in Russian.
I dig my nails into his shoulder blades, clawing as deeply as I can into his hard muscle, marking him and taking my aggression out on him, the same way he does as he bites along my neck and collarbone.
“Fuck,” I whimper as he slams into me again, and my body breaks into a blissful oblivion. I cling to him, wave after wave of pure bliss washing over me, confused that there's no gentle way to ride out my high as he continues slamming into me.
He bites down on my neck. Hard. As his groan vibrates alongside my pulse, and he jerks into me, I remain held in place as he pumps into me, his heavy breathing proof that he, too, is human.
We remain entangled for a few moments of silence. The settling of my high seems to bleed out the adrenaline as my actions slowly begin to dawn on me .
He pulls out, then gently places my feet on the floor as he looks down at me. My breath still comes in haggard gasps as we simply stare at one another, unsure what the fuck just happened.
I shove him away, and he lets me this time, an arrogant smile curving his lips. “Still hate me even now, huh?” he says as he tucks his cock back into his pants.
I bend over to pull my panties on. “You disgust me,” I seethe, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and then tossing it at him.
I storm out of the room, looking for my sundress.
When I find it, I'm quick to put it on. Glancing at the shark’s tank, a renewed thrill pumps through me.
But it has nothing to do with the creature that's been unfairly caged—the parallel to my own situation not lost on me—and everything to do with the man lurking behind me, silently observing.
Goose bumps erupt on my skin, and a chill runs down my back as I look over my shoulder at him. He walks toward me, his damp shirt clinging to his body as he buttons it up.
“Come, mishka , or we’ll be late for dinner.”
My teeth clench painfully hard, and he smirks in response.
And I know that, in the heat of the moment, I made a huge mistake.