Chapter 11
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but letting Nikolai kiss me might be a bigger one than agreeing to marry him.
This doesn’t feel like a kiss. It feels like being consumed.
He devours me, his tongue rough and greedy as it plunders my mouth.
And worse—so much worse—is that I give it back.
My lips, my mouth, and my traitorous body are all sparking to life like I’ve been waiting for this exact kind of punishment.
His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back, angling my mouth where he wants it.
My fingers wrap around his shirt, and I know I should push him away, but they curl even tighter.
My body aches against him, pressed so close every hard line of him rubs against me, and one in particular digging insistently against my stomach.
I moan into his mouth, and it only fuels him.
He breaks our kiss just long enough to tear his oversized T-shirt over my head.
It barely hits the floor before his large hands wrap around my waist. Hastily, Spinning us, he leads me toward the window like I’m weightless, and my back hits the icy pane with a sharp gasp.
The shock burns against my bare skin, and I shiver.
“Cold?” he growls against my lips, his mouth dragging along my jaw and down to my throat.
His teeth scrape over the delicate skin, directly over where my pulse is hammering out of control.
“Good. I want you trembling when I take you.”
I should tell him to go to hell, but the words twist in my throat when he grips the waistband of the sweatpants I’m wearing, jerking them roughly over my hips.
I should shout that I hate him. Instead, I find myself clawing at his belt like my body is fueled with feral need.
My fingers work clumsily, frantically tugging until I finally tear it free.
I undo the button and lower his zipper, my hand slipping into his pants before the logical side of my brain has a chance to catch up with what is happening.
I wrap my hand around his shaft and gasp aloud. The size and weight of him in my palm, throbbing hot and heavy against my skin, causes my stomach to flip. He’s thick. Long. So much bigger than I expected. My fingers barely circle him as I stroke upward and pull him free from his pants.
“You like what you feel, little wife?” His smirk is a sharp cut against his otherwise brutal face.
He flexes his hips, thrusting his length into my palm.
As he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly chiseled body, my eyes widen.
“Worried I’m going to be more than you can handle?
” I want to slap the arrogance out of him, but my hand doesn’t stop moving.
Sliding over him, I stroke his length even as my cheeks burn with heat and shame.
Everything about this is wrong… “Fuck,” he growls, his head dropping to my shoulder.
“Keep touching me like that and I’m not going to last long enough to fuck you against this window for the whole fucking city to enjoy. ”
Before I can snap back at him, he lifts me from the floor and up to his chest. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he pins me against the glass, the cold shocking me again, and a violent shiver running through me, the contrast of his burning heat against my chest and the icy pane at my back leaving me gasping.
I cry out—half shock, half pleasure—as he thrusts inside with one hard, brutal stroke.
My body might be ready, but I was not prepared for this.
For him. He stretches me wide as he buries himself so deep I swear he’s splitting me in two.
My nails rake down his back, desperate for something to hold onto as I struggle to accommodate him.
“Oh, God—” I choke, my head tipping back against the glass.
“God has nothing to do with this, Ani,” Nikolai groans, low and guttural, vibrating against my skin as he buries himself inside me again.
His lips drag against my ear, biting my lobe before he snarls, “You might hate me, but this wet little pussy doesn’t.
She’s greedy. She wants me. Wants to be stretched, filled, and fucking ruined by me. ”
“Shut up,” I pant, but it comes out broken and needy.
“Tell me to stop,” he dares, grinding harder.
With my body betraying me with every thrust, I clench even tighter around him until I’m nearly sobbing from the overwhelming sensation of him filling me.
“Tell me and I’ll pull out.” But I don’t.
I can’t. The only sound I can manage is another helpless gasp when he retreats nearly all the way from me and slams back into me even deeper.
The window rattles at my back, my body sliding along the icy surface as he takes me, merciless and fast.
Every thrust sends a shock wave of pleasure and pain through me.
It’s too much, but it’s somehow also not enough.
My body rebels against my mind, rushing toward the edge and the release he’s demanding from me.
“Fuck!” I cry, clinging to him, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
I want to scar him, ruin him like he’s ruining me.
With his teeth dragging against my throat as he pounds into me, he groans, “That’s it.
Come for me. Let me feel this tight little pussy strangle my cock.
” As though he has control over my body, I do.
My orgasm rips through me without warning, a violent explosion that leaves me crying out his name in a strangled sob.
Every inch of my body clenches hard around him, gripping him like a vise.
He groans so loudly it vibrates in my chest, but he doesn’t stop.
Nikolai drives into me harder and faster, chasing every last tremor of my release and pulling another one from me almost immediately.
My body convulses around him again, my fingers tearing at his back until I feel the warmth of his blood under my nails.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, a wide grin spreading across his face as he slams into me again and again.
“You say you hate me so much, but you can’t stop fucking coming for me.
” I hate how right he is. Nikolai slips his hands under my knees, spreading my thighs wide as he balances me on his forearms and grips my ass with both hands.
“Show me how much you hate me as your greedy little cunt swallows every inch of me.”
I try to glare at him, but I fail miserably when he thrusts into me ungodly deep. He bottoms out so hard that stars burst across my vision. “Fuck!” I scream, my hands clutching at his shoulders and my hips rolling helplessly as he drives into me again and again.
His grip is on my ass is bruising when he slows his thrusts and grits, “You feel that? That’s my cock splitting this tight little hole wide open.
Making it mine. Filling you so fucking much that you’ll still feel me when we’re done.
Making you come so fucking hard, you’ll dream about me taking you again because your body won’t know how to stop craving me. ”
I can’t hold back the cry that rips from my throat as another orgasm crashes through me.
With strands of hair matted to my damp skin, I cling to him like I’ll drown if I let go.
He returns to his savage pace, groaning against my throat.
“Tell me how much you hate me as I fill this tight little hole with my cum, marking my little wife as mine.”
“Nik…” I moan his name instead of an insult, my nails raking across his chest as I shatter for him again, my body convulsing violently in his firm hold.
“Fuck!” he snarls, raw and unrestrained, before slamming up into me one final time. His cock pulses deep, and his release spill inside me, flooding my pussy. The sensation wrings one last broken gasp from my throat, leaving me trembling and in ruins.
When he finally pulls out, I whimper at the loss.
My thighs are sticky, his cum already trickling down my legs as he places my unsteady feet on the hardwood floor.
His chest heaving with each breath, Nikolai tucks himself back into his pants with rough efficiency.
Running a hand through his damp hair, a crooked grin pulls at his lips as his eyes burn into mine.
“I’m more than willing to listen to you tell me how much you hate me again later.
” His voice is ragged as he pulls his shirt over his head, covering the marks I left across his chest and back.
Later? The word claws at me, sinking deeper than his cock ever could. There can’t be a later. There shouldn’t have even been a now.
“Get cleaned up,” he orders, his tone calmer but no less commanding, as he glances at the slick evidence still running down my thighs. “Your brother should be here shortly with your things.”
Turning on his heel, he walks from the room. And I’m left ruined—branded from the inside out—wondering how the hell I’ll ever survive being his wife.