Chapter 23
I ’m half asleep when the bedroom door creeps open. A beam of light from the hallway swishes across the room as he shuts the door.
Immediately the room becomes darker, and it has nothing to do with the lack of lighting. The tension I felt in him downstairs in his office has gotten worse. Anger and frustration radiate from him as he makes his way across the room to the closet.
He’d said he’d only be a second on the phone, but the time on the clock tells me it’s been two hours since I left him in his office. Silently, he shucks out of his clothes, tosses them into the hamper in the closet and makes his way to the bathroom .
If he’s noticed I’m awake, he’s not showing it.
I’m sitting up in bed when he comes back out of the bathroom. He stands in the doorway. The bathroom light bright behind him shrouds his features in darkness.
But I don’t need to see him to know his jaw is clenched.
“You’re up,” he breaks the silence.
“Bad call?” I push the blankets away and swing my legs off to the side of the bed.
“No worse than I expected.” He leans against the doorframe. “Your nightgown is on.”
“I was going to sleep.”
“Take it off.”
I feel his voice more than I hear it. Rough and ragged, it cuts through the air in the room. There’s an unspoken need in him, one that fills me, too.
Pulling the shirt over my head, I let it drop to the floor beside the bed. My nipples pebble beneath the cool air of the room and the scrutiny of his heated gaze.
With steady steps, he makes his way to me until his toes brush mine. He knuckles my chin until my head is pushed back and tilts it to one side so the narrow beam of light from the bathroom shines on my face.
“You removed your stitches.”
“They were itchy, and it’s been long enough.”
He lets go of my chin, moving his touch to where the stitches had been a few short hours ago.
“Can I never leave you alone?”
“You had a medical kit in the bathroom. It wasn’t hard. A lot easier than putting them in.” I touch his shoulder where his own are still in place.
His eyebrow lifts along with the corner of his mouth.
“You can take mine out in the morning.” His gaze moves to my mouth, and he wraps a hand around my throat.
“You…you don’t want me to do it now?”
“No.” He drags me forward while leaning into me until his mouth takes mine captive.
My breath catches as soon as our lips touch. It’s intoxicating, the sort of intoxication that steals the ability to think, leaving only sensations. Beneath his fingertips on my throat, I’m sure he can feel my pulse banging against my skin.
He shifts closer, the heat of his palm spreading over my throat and down my body until every bit of me is on fire. It’s all consuming—his presence, his touch, his ownership. Clear as day, he marks me as his with his searing kiss.
“I have better plans for right now,” he mutters against my mouth, breaking the kiss and retreating a small step. “On your knees, Mira.”
I swallow beneath his grip. This man, a giant in comparison to me, could easily snap my neck if he makes a fist. But he doesn’t shove me down or squeeze any tighter; he just waits for me to obey.
As I move down to my knees, his hand drops from my throat.
“Good girl.” Two words that might as well be an army of vibrators with the way my pussy reacts.
Shoving his black boxers down to his feet, he kicks them away. His cock, thick and heavy, bobs in front of me. He doesn’t make a sound as he brings it to my lips.
He doesn’t need to. Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.
When I suck him into my mouth, my tongue gliding along the underside of his dick, he moans. It’s a ragged sound, full of urgency and need.
He fists my hair, yanking me back until he’s almost past my lips, then drags me forward, shoving hard into me until he hits the back of my throat.
I swallow and do it again to keep from choking. But he continues this method, dragging me back only to fuck my mouth hard. Tears build and fall, rolling down my cheeks as he continues to ruthlessly fuck my mouth.
“Such a good girl,” he grunts, thrusting into my throat again.
He stands over me, legs spread as he cups my chin to hold me steady.
“Open wide, relax your throat,” he orders as he pushes further still.
I start to cough, but he doesn’t relent.
“Swallow.” He yanks on my hair until I do as he tells me to. It helps, and he inches forward again.
I squeeze his shaft, stroking him as he thrusts in and out of my throat. Saliva drips down my chin, sliding down his cock onto my hand. It’s sloppy and loud, and my body is on fire.
“Such a good girl for me.” He drags me forward, thrusting into my throat until my nose is nearly buried in the tight curls of his pubic hair.
I move my hands to his thighs, holding on and giving over.
“Look at me, Mira. Give me your eyes,” he orders, still not giving me an inch.
I do my best, rolling my eyes up to his. A proud grin greets me.
“Your tears are beautiful.” He moves his hand from my chin, catching a tear before it rolls off my jaw.
Bringing his wet thumb to his mouth, he licks off my tears. “Sweet, too.”
I drag in a breath through my nose and sweep my tongue across the bottom of his head. His eyes roll back, and his jaw flexes.
An animalistic growl escapes his chest, rumbling through his entire body before he yanks himself out of my mouth. I’m lifted up from my knees and thrown onto the bed. Before I can scramble away, he grabs my hips and flips me over to my belly.
“On all fours.” He spanks my ass, over and over until I’m in the position he wants.
With his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, he shoves my face into the mattress. The thick head of his cock presses against my pussy.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, Mira?” He pushes the very tip of his cock past my entrance.
“Yes! ”
More spanks pepper my ass, spreading a fire over my skin and fanning the flames of my arousal.
“Full obedience. Anything less gets punished.” Another round of smacks strikes and has me moaning into the mattress.
It’s different, this way, then when he was trying to punish me. The sting spreads and fades and melts into my body, mixing with pleasure.
“Yes!” I nod my head as best I can with his hand on my neck, and it seems to be enough.
In the next moment he thrusts inside of me with a grunt. I cry out as my body stretches to accommodate him. But he’s not fazed by it. He drives into me again and again.
Our bodies slap against each other. Between thrusts, he spanks my ass.
“Oh fuck.” I fist the sheets beneath me.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks,” he orders.
I hesitate.
A quick volley of smacks, harder than the others, strike the same spot on my ass until I whimper. Once I grab hold of my cheeks, he stops.
“Spread them.” He orders, his voice raw and harsh.
Pulling them apart, my face erupts into flames. But the embarrassment is short-lived when he presses the pad of his thumb to my asshole.
“No. No clenching,” he instructs, rubbing his thumb against the ring of muscle. “It will only make it harder for you.”
“Rurik, I…I’ve never– ”
“Every part of you is mine, Mira. Memorize that fact.” He emphasizes his words by shoving his thumb into me, and I cry out.
The burn is overpowering at first, but then he begins to move his finger. Wiggling and bending it, softening the muscle.
“The more you clench, the harder it is.” He fucks my pussy with slow, shallow thrusts.
Sensations blur together, and I can only whimper when he inserts a second finger.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He mutters, making his thrusts deeper into my pussy. “It’s a beautiful sight, watching my fingers and my cock sucked into your body like this.”
I moan, trying to roll my face into the mattress, but he’s holding my neck too tight.
“Such a good girl, holding yourself open for me.” His words fuck my soul. “Do you want to come tonight?”
“Rurik. Haven’t I been through enough already?”
“Answer me or you get nothing.” He stills all motion.
“Yes.” I try to push back at him, but he squeezes my neck tighter. It’s a warning—disobedience will be punished.
“Yes, what?” He shoves his fingers further into my ass, stretching me further.
Tears spring to my eyes.
“Yes, I want to come.”
“Beg for it. Convince me you’ll be my good girl from now on.” He curls his fingers inside of me while thrusting hard with his cock.
It’s too much sensation all at once, and my mind blanks .
“You’re not being a good girl right now.” The warning in his voice is enough to clear some of the fog away.
“Please, Rurik.” I arch my back, taking his cock as he makes longer thrusts. “I’ll behave. I’ll be a good girl for you.”
“You’ll obey?”
My eyes roll as he twists his fingers. A new sensation shoots through my body, straight to my clit.
“Yes. I’ll obey! I promise…oh god…please don’t stop.” My nails dig into my cheeks, trying to hold them open while he continues to pummel into me. “I need…please, Rurik, I need to touch myself. Please?”
“You want to play with your clit so you can come?” He spreads his fingers inside of me, and I jerk forward.
“Yes. Please! I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl. Please.” I would promise this man my first-born child if he would only help alleviate the pressure building in my body.
“Touch your clit,” he orders, and like the obedient girl I promised to be, I bring my hand in front of my body and slide it between my legs.
“Oh god!” I buck back at him as my fingers rub into my clit. I’m soaked and swollen and tender and desperate for release. “Please, Rurik. Please let me come.”
He keeps silent, fucking me harder and harder.
“Please!” I scream until my throat burns it. My orgasm hangs on the edge, ready to blow me up, but until he gives the word, I won’t.
I can’t.
“Rurik, please, I need to come. Please.” I’m aware of the whine in my voice, but I don’t care. Getting his permission is the only thing that matters now.
He releases my neck and grabs my hip.
“Come, Mira. Come for me, baby.” Plowing harder into me, his fingers dig into my hip.
My orgasm rips through me with all the power of a category five hurricane. I scream as each wave of pleasure crashes into my body, pummeling me from every side.
Rurik thrusts his fingers into my ass while fucking me harder still, dragging my body through each sensation of my release.
“Fuck.” He barely gets the word out before he stills behind me, his cock throbbing inside me as his own orgasm tears through him.
Moments tick by as our breathing patterns sync up. Gently, he slides his fingers from me at the same time he pulls free of me, leaving me empty.
“Stay here.” He pats my ass as he jumps off the bed.
I rest my face into the bed, pushing my hips down until I’m laying flat on my stomach. The water in the bathroom turns on, then off a few moments later. He returns with a wet washcloth and sits on the bed beside me.
After he cleans me, everywhere, he ditches the washcloth and climbs into bed with me. Pulling me into his body as he settles beneath the blankets.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” He asks in the darkness, his hand resting on my hip.
I’m sore. My ass still burns, my neck is tender from the roughness of his grip, and my cheeks sting from the slaps .
“I’m perfect,” I sigh, and snuggle into him.
He shifts me to face him and kisses me.
It’s tender. A sweet, slow kiss filled with emotion and passion. It says more than any words could utter, leaving me dizzy when he breaks away and hugs me to his chest. His breathing falls into a steady beat as he drifts to sleep.
All the fighting I’ve been doing trying not to fall head over heels has been useless. I’ve already fallen and it’s worse than every other time. It’s not a superficial crush, a fantasy I play in my head.
I feel this deep in my bones. In the very core of my soul, I need this man.
On the nightstand, my phone lights up as a message comes through. I peel myself away from him and reach for the phone, expecting a message from Megan.
It’s not from her.
Time we talk.