Chapter 4
LORENZO
Nikolai’s lips were as soft and pliable as I’d expected, and he tasted fucking heavenly.
I’d caught him by surprise initially, but as I deepened the kiss, he started to struggle.
I used my body to pin him to the wall, letting him feel how hard I was for him.
He gasped into my mouth and pushed against my chest. I didn’t want to let him go, but after one more slide of my tongue against his, I pulled back and let him take a moment to catch his breath.
I kept him caged in against the wall, wanting him to know he was mine for now.
He couldn’t really be, not for long, but I wasn’t going to stop until he knew what he’d been missing all those years he was locked away.
He pressed a hand to his lips and stared at me. There was fear mixed with the desire in his eyes. That mix of lust and innocence was exactly what I craved.
I held Nikolai’s gaze as he dropped his hand and straightened up, rising to his full height, which was probably about five ten. “You have to leave now.”
I nuzzled his neck again as he tried to break my hold. “Is that what you really want?”
“It doesn’t matter what I want.”
“Yes, it does. Everyone deserves to treat themselves.”
Even you? Even after what you did? I pushed that voice away. I was here; this was happening. Now that I’d touched Nikolai, I wasn’t walking away until I had more.
“My father will kill you if he finds me here.”
I snorted. “He can try.”
“You don’t understand. I can’t do this. I’m… My marriage contract…” How could I tell him I had to be a virgin. The whole situation was fucked-up as hell.
“That cold motherfucker doesn’t deserve you.” I knew he meant Ivanov, but I pretended not to.
“She’s not cold. She’s very passionate, actually.”
He glared at me. “You know I mean Ivanov. I probably know more than you about his disgusting preferences.”
Nikolai frowned. “But aren’t you… You kissed me. How can you say he’s disgusting for liking men?”
I chuckled as I let go of one of Niko’s hands so I could brush the backs of my fingers over his cheek.
“I like men, and I don’t hide that. I’m talking about his need for all his men to be young—in fact, you’re many years older than the boys he usually goes for.”
Nikolai shivered.
“He hurts them, and rumor says they never come back sane if they come back at all. You deserve more than that.”
I realized in that moment that I was going to do whatever was necessary to keep him out of Ivanov’s hands.
I’d talk to Remington, and we’d make a plan to stop this marriage.
I was supposed to be getting revenge by having Nikolai myself, but how much better would it be if Ivanov never got to have him at all.
I almost convinced myself that my need to rescue Nikolai had nothing to do with the soft way he looked at me or the way he made fire race through my body with no more than a kiss.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “It doesn’t matter what I deserve. My father will never let me go.”
Rescue him now. Get him the fuck out of here.
No, that was crazy. I’d start a war if I did that.
I’d put my family at risk. I came upstairs to fuck Nikolai, to hear him beg for more, to know I’d had him when no one else had.
This was about lust, about what my dick wanted.
I couldn’t turn sentimental now. There was no quicker way to get killed in this business.
“No one will know what happens here tonight,” I said. “Think of it like it’s your bachelor party. Things get wild at those, right?”
He shook his head. “No, I can’t.”
“Would you rather celebrate with cocaine and strippers? I could give you that, but—”
“No. I… I’m not… I don’t like all that.”
“Drugs? Hot men?”
Color rose in his cheeks. “Men are… I like men. But I like being home, doing quiet things. I’m not… I shouldn’t be…”
Damn, he really was the sweet boy I’d imagined him to be when he’d met years ago. I couldn’t believe someone could grow up with Dimitri for a father and turn out like that, but he had.
Ivanov would ruin all of that. Anger burned inside me. I was going to make this the best night of Nikolai’s life, and then I was going to tell Remington that Dimitri and Ivanov needed to fucking die. “I’m going to kiss you again.”
His eyes widened. “You are?”
“Yes, and you’re going to relax and enjoy it.”
“Why are you doing this? I know I’m not your type. Is this just because of my father?”
I’d told myself it was, but that had been a lie. “Your father can go fuck himself, and you don’t know anything about my type.”
“I doubt you hook up with virgins.”
His reaction to me at the party let me know he was inexperienced, but despite knowing Ivanov’s preferences, I’d still assumed he’d had some bad, fumbling sex in high school. Jesus, how could such a hot little twink be a virgin?
Isolation. Fear. Abuse.
I wanted to erase it all. I lowered my lips until they were almost on his and held myself there. “Tonight, you’re exactly what I want.”
“Lorenzo.” He breathed my name into my mouth.
I didn’t try to be gentle this time. The kiss was hard and demanding. Nikolai shocked me when he met me with the same amount of passion. I felt the moment he gave in to what he wanted. He sank back into the wall, opened for me, and let me have exactly what I wanted.
I slid my hands down to his ass, gripping him tightly and lifting him against me. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I thrust against him, loving the feel of his cock, which was hard as hell now.
“Fuck you feel good. I’m going to get you so hot you’ll think you’re going to die, then I’ll make you come so hard you see stars.”
“I… I really can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. Let go and enjoy it.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that easy.”
I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look at me again. “It can be.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be downstairs talking with my father and his… associates?”
I shook my head. “You’re far more interesting than business talk.”
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and I had to force myself to remember how innocent he was. I wanted to throw him on the bed and drive right into him. He wasn’t ready for that.
“You really should leave.” The conviction he’d had earlier was gone from his voice. He knew fucking me was inevitable.
Seeing him look up at me from under his lashes, his eyes dark, his lips red and swollen from my kiss, was killing me. “That’s only going to happen after I make you feel so fucking good you’ll never forget this night.”
“I wouldn’t anyway, even if you left now.”
I smiled. “Let me show you what unforgettable really means.”
His gaze dropped to my lips again, and his eyes darkened. I was reeling him in. He’d give me anything I asked for before the night was over.
“Relax,” I ordered him as I brought my lips to his again, tipping his head up and pushing him back against the wall. My hand slid from his chin down to his neck. I didn’t quite choke him, but I applied enough pressure to make him gasp into my mouth.
“More,” he begged.
Jesus, he liked my hand around his throat. He was exactly what I needed, a pliant, submissive man who would let me control him and make him beg.
“I’ll give you everything you need,” I told him, squeezing his throat as I thrust against him, working our cocks together, wishing we were naked so I could feel his skin against mine.
I used my hips to hold him in place so my free hand could untie his robe and push it open. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Th-thank you.”
I ran my hand over his hard stomach and up to tease one of his dark pink nipples. He whimpered, and I twisted it, tugging and watching his eyes roll back in his head.
“Does that feel good?”
He whined in response, and I ran my thumb up his throat, pressing against his Adam’s apple. “You need this, don’t you? You need a man to make you feel good.”
“Yes.” The shaky, breathless word made my cock harden even more.
I was desperate to wrap my hand around his cock and mine and jerk us off together, but then things would be over way too fast. I was determined to move slowly so I could get him to the point where he was sobbing into his pillow with pleasure.
“You really know how to tempt a man.” I nipped at his neck, and he whimpered and squirmed against me.
His body knew exactly what it wanted, even as he shook his head. “I… I don’t.”
I placed a finger over his lips. “Hush.” I let go of his throat, worked myself out of my jacket, then pulled my shirt over my head, not caring when studs went scattering. “I need to feel you against me.”
“Please.” He sounded fucking desperate, and I loved it.
I pressed our bodies together and shuddered at the intensity of the contact. I was used to being the one who drove other men to beg, to plead, to get on their knees, but right then, I would have said anything to keep this going.
Nikolai moaned. “You’re so big.”
I grinned down at him. “You’re right about that.”
“You make me…”
I gripped his chin and forced his head up. “Tell me. How do I make you feel?”
“Needy, hot. Please.”
“What do you want from me? Tell me.”
He shook his head. “I… can’t.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“I… I need to come. I need… Please touch me. Please.” He whimpered, and I needed to hear that sound again and again.
I slid my hands up and down his sides. “Your skin is burning hot. You’re so ready to be fucked.”
“Yes. Please.”
I smiled down at him. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Everywhere.”
I gripped his waist tightly, and he opened his eyes and met my gaze. “Where, Nikolai?”
His teeth sank into his lower lip, and he didn’t speak.
I caressed his throat. “Here?”
“I… yes, but…”
“Where else?” He shook his head and closed his eyes again. “Keep your eyes open.”
“I can’t.”
He was going to learn a lot tonight about what he could do. “Do it.”
He looked at me again. I could see his pulse fluttering along the side of his neck. Mine. My mind yelled as I stared at him. I needed him to be mine.
Stop thinking like that. He’s a hookup, nothing more.
I knew that was how it had to be, but I didn’t like it. I was buzzing with energy that had to be released, preferably by fucking him, then punching his father in his lying face. “You can tell me anything.”
He shook his head. “I can’t say it.”
“You have to.” When he didn’t respond, I flicked my thumb over one of his nipples, then bent to draw it into my mouth. He panted and writhed, seeming not to know if he wanted me to stop or if he wanted more. “Ask.”
He raised his hands from where they’d been pressed into the wall, steadying him, and he started undoing his pants.
I pushed his hands away. “Hold on to me, and I’ll do that.”
He wrapped his arms around my neck. I slowly lowered his zipper and then ran a finger along his cock. “Here? Is this where you want me to touch you?”
“Please.”
I caressed his stomach, letting my hand slide along his treasure trail. “Tell me.”
He whimpered. “My cock. I need you to touch my cock.”
“See. You can do it.”
I freed his cock from his briefs and lifted my hand to his mouth. “Get it good and wet.”
“Lorenzo!” He sounded shocked, but he took hold of my wrist, pulled my hand to his face, and tentatively licked my palm.
“You can do better than that, Nikolai. I want it dripping with your spit.”
“Oh my God.” He turned my hand, cupped it, and spat into my palm. “Call me Niko.”
My cock jumped, begging to be freed. Dear God, could I really handle this without snapping? I had to. I wasn’t stopping now.
“That’s it, Niko. Now, lick it, spread that spit around.”
He closed his eyes and ran his tongue all over my palm and fingers. Jesus. I could’ve come in my pants if he kept that up.
Finally, I pulled my hand back. “Good boy.”
He sucked in his breath.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
“I… yes.”
I teased his nipple, and he arched into my hand. “You’re so good, Niko. I’m going to make you come now, and you’re going to thank me.”
“Yes, God yes.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him slowly. When he whimpered, I tightened my grip, working him harder and faster.
“Please, Lorenzo. Please.”
“What do you want?”
“Need you. Need to come. Need you to be the one.”
Fuck. I was the one who could pleasure him. No way in fuck would Ivanov’s brutality make him want like this. The fucker wouldn’t care about Niko’s pleasure. He should come home with me.
No. He’s not a puppy. You can’t take him with you. You can’t take that risk.
Nikolai tipped his head back against the wall, his mouth dropped open, and he struggled to breathe as I stroked his cock.
Precum dripped from his slit, and I wanted to taste it.
I wanted to draw his full length into my mouth.
I wanted to put him on his hands and knees and eat his ass.
The sounds he would make would be enough to make me lose my mind.