Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Nikolett was nervous.
A thousand times, she’d imagined what it would be like if she and Eric ever reached this point, and in those imaginings she’d been angry, excited, reckless, aroused to the point of insanity...
Those she imagined. Never nervous.
Nikolett’s fingers trembled as she reached into the top of her bra and pulled out the handcuff key.
Eric watched the movement with a predatory expression.
She tucked the hand not holding the key under her leg to hide the trembling.
This wouldn’t be the first time he touched her. They hadn’t had sex only if the most restrictive, heteronormative definition of sex was used.
She shifted, preparing to rise and go around behind him, but Eric leaned in, trapping her in the chair. The outside edges of her thighs dug into the upright supports of the arms as he forced her legs apart with his body.
“If you want the cuffs off—” she started.
“Reach around me.”
Nikolett tried. She leaned in, her chin hooked over his shoulder, arms straining to reach around him. The heat of his body, even though he was half naked, felt wonderful. The bulk of him reassuring. It wouldn’t have been possible for her to unlock him like this even if he wasn’t huge.
Eric’s tongue traced a line along the top of her shoulder, up her neck, and all the way to her earlobe. The warm, wet path of his tongue was chased by the rasp of stubble. Soft followed by rough.
He licked the skin under her ear and blew on it.
Sensation rippled through her and she became acutely aware of every inch of her body even as she scrunched her shoulder, instinctively protecting the sensitive skin.
He tongued her earlobe, then bit, just hard enough to make her gasp.
A punishment for trying to keep him from accessing the tender skin of her neck.
Focused on his touch and overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings, she dropped the damn key.
“You’re distracting me.” She leaned back, but he followed her, his prickly chin and lips sliding down the front of her neck. This time, rough came first, his lips soothing abraded skin.
Then he buried his face in her cleavage, taking a deep breath.
On his knees, head bowed into her, the swelling need pivoted to something softer. The night he’d come to her in Dublin, he’d dropped to his knees before her, a man exhausted and in need of comfort.
Nikolett ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying a sense of rightness that it was his head under her hand.
This moment could shift, could become soft and tender.
But if Eric didn’t fuck her in the next fifteen minutes, she was going to lose her fucking mind.
Nikolett fisted her hands in Eric’s hair and yanked.
He grunted, pulling back. His gaze burned like blue fire—the hottest flame.
“I dropped the key because you distracted me.”
Without a word, he rose to his feet, impressive without the use of his hands.
Now, it was Nikolett’s turn to kneel, grabbing the small key. Eric turned his back to her, and Nikolett worked the cuffs, unlocking one, then the other.
There were pink lines on his wrists—he’d probably fought the cuffs, trying to pull them apart.
Nikolett leaned in and gently kissed one of the marks, but she’d only kissed one wrist before he turned around to face her. He towered over her, a bare-chested god of a man too antediluvian for this time and place.
His hand cupped her jaw, tipping her head up, the contact assuaging some of her returning nervousness.
Beneath the thin fabric of his pants, his cock—conveniently at eye level—twitched, hardening even as she watched.
And when his fingers slid into her hair, she’d parted her lips, ready to take him.
“Fuck, Nikki, look at that pretty mouth, open and ready for my cock.”
The last vestiges of apprehension evaporated. Her nipples were hard inside her bra, her sex throbbing. The trail his mouth had left on her skin burned, the rest of her cold and in need of that same touch.
Eric reached down and hauled her to her feet. “But that’s not what we’re doing.”
She wobbled a little as she adjusted, putting most of her weight on her good leg, which was more difficult with the heels.
Eric gripped her upper arms as he looked down at her.
She had the strangest sense that even if she tried to fall, he’d hold her up.
She was utterly safe from toppling as long as his hands were on her.
His gaze softened, the predatory, possessive look fading.
No. No no no. No thinking or talking. Not now when they were close.
“Eric, if you don’t fu—”
“Where’s your cast?”
She hesitated, remembering last night and Gus’ reaction.
Gus, you have to tell him about Gus.
“Nikki,” he barked, blond brows coming together.
“I don’t need it.”
“You don’t need it, or you didn’t want it fucking up your whole regal goddess look?” He gestured to the chair.
Rude of him to call her out like that. She had decided not to wear it, and to wear the sexy heels, because that’s who she wanted, needed, to be to handle a kidnapped Eric and the conversation about their relationship.
She sidestepped the actual question. “Goddess?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
Maybe she should tell him she’d just been thinking of him as a god.
They were both blasphemous fools with too high an opinion of either themselves or each other.
“Nikolett.” He barked her name, tone laced with warning.
She jumped, even as heat slid along her skin. She liked that dangerous warning tone that promised he’d do dark, forbidden things to punish her if she didn’t obey.
She raised her chin. “Yes?”
“Where is your cast?”
“I don’t really need it unless I’m going out.” She started thinking of the cast as an irritating security blanket.
He snorted like he didn’t believe her. “Do I need to be careful?”
“Don’t squeeze my calf. The cuts are still healing.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Works for me.”
Eric grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder.
Nikolett yelped as the world spun around her, then squeaked out, “I’m okay.”
She was breathless, thanks to his shoulder in her midsection and the fact she was hanging upside down, but she was fairly sure Grigoris heard her.
Eric snatched her shoes off her feet, tossing them aside, his other hand gripping the top of her thigh, right below her ass.
“Are you talking to me or your men who are probably listening?”
Nikolett braced her hands on his ass and pushed herself up as he strode across the room. “Do you care?”
“No. Having people watch is not one of my kinks, but arguing with them about giving us some fucking privacy would slow us down.”
Eric threw open the bedroom door, pausing for a moment to look around before striding in. He crossed to the bed, then with a shrug sent her flying.
She landed with a “oof” in the center of the mattress, hair flying free of the clip.
Nikolett pushed her hair off her face. “I did just break my leg not long ago.”
Eric grunted in acknowledgment, then grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the mattress as she yelped in surprise until her ass was at the foot of the bed.
He dropped to his knees, still holding her ankles.
Oh. Oh.
He forced her heels to her ass, holding them there with hands strong and hard as manacles.
Her legs wanted to fall open, but she pressed her knees together, not sure why she was acting like she didn’t want or need this.
“Show me what’s mine.”
Nikolett’s breath caught. That was why. She was pushing him so he’d push back.
This was the part where it would have made sense to feel nervous, but all she felt was desire and a perverse need to draw out the moment no matter how desperately she wanted him.
She relaxed her thigh muscles, and her legs fell open. Slowly she reached down, gathering up her skirt and pulling it to her waist, fully exposing the black lace panties she wore. They were already damp, sticking to her labia which felt swollen and heavy.
“Take them off.”
He didn’t release her ankles, or help her, but Nikolett brought her knees together, lifting her ass enough to slide the panties off her butt, then up her thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles.
There, they were stopped by Eric’s hands, still holding her ankles.
His left hand released her right ankle only to grab the stretchy lace. He twisted it around his fist, turning the sexy garment into restraints. The lace was tight around her, the sides of his fist pressed against the inside of each ankle.
She squeezed her knees together, just to be contrary, moaning when he grabbed one leg, forcing it to the side. Forcing her to expose herself to him.
She let her other knee fall.
Her nipples were painfully hard inside her bra, while her pussy was bare and exposed. More bare than normal because she’d shaved this morning after Iacob, Maxim, and Grigoris left on the kidnapping mission.
“Bare pussy,” Eric mused. “Is that for me?”
“No,” she lied.
Eric slapped her sex.
Nikolett jerked, shocked by the sudden sting. She raised her head, staring at him.
Eric grinned at her, the expression wholly wicked.
“I’d tell you not to lie to me, but where would the fun be in that?”
He held her gaze as he stroked the skin he’d just spanked. Her breath was fitful, and her eyelids fluttered as two big fingers parted her labia. Spreading her open. Exposing her clit to the cool air.
And when he gently pinched her clit, she gave up, eyes sliding closed on a moan, head falling back.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“Eric, please.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to let you come yet.”
“Let me?” She’d meant the words to be a challenge, but they came out pleading.
“Nikki love, maybe you didn’t understand what it means that now you’re mine.”
Hot, damp breath wafted over her clit a second before the firm pressure of his lips closed around her.
Nikolett’s hips arched up, one hand fisting the duvet as the other wound tight in his hair.
He sucked on her clit, hard enough she yelped, trying to shift away. The sensation was too acute for how ready she was.