19. Skye #2
“ Huh ?”
He waved his hand as if to say none of that was important, then directed the staff and security to close down the restaurant and lock it behind them. We watched in silence as they did his bidding, then scattered.
Once we were alone in the restaurant, it almost felt like we were alone in the world. The small space bubbled with ambiance that dated back hundreds of years with two willing souls trapped in it.
He brushed his inked knuckles against my cheeks, then said, “Say my name again, Skye.”
I reared back, embarrassment flooding me.
I opened my mouth to reject him—or was it to give him what he demanded?—when I stopped myself. He didn’t get to demand crap, not after ignoring me for weeks.
“ No .” I squared my shoulders and tilted my chin in challenge. “ Not after treating me the way you did. ”
His eyes coasted down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“You shouldn’t have gotten all dolled up for him, Skye.” His words were slow and deliberate, a flicker of something wild in his eyes that he fought to rein in. “Now you’ve unleashed a monster.”
I didn’t want him to hold back with me.
Ever since I glimpsed his passion, I felt the imprints of Nikola’s touch under my skin. Maybe it was there all along, waiting for us to grow up, or maybe a switch was flipped somewhere along the way. All I knew was that it was pointless to fight this invisible force that pushed me to him.
“ Who said this is all for him ?” My chest heaved and my heartbeat raced in my chest as I signed.
And then he was on me, pinning me against the wall, pushing down the top of my dress. My breasts spilled out and he rubbed a thumb across my tightened nipple. I exhaled, my back arching off the wall as pleasure blazed a path to my core.
He slammed his mouth on mine for a hard, possessive kiss that nearly ripped my soul from my body. He gripped my ass with his big hands and lifted me, pressing my back against the wall. My legs hooked around his waist, the skimpy dress bunching up.
He slid his free hand into my hair and pulled my head back as he ravaged my mouth. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth, demanding, taking, and giving. We kissed so deeply, I breathed his air.
A moan bubbled in my throat when he released my strands and his hand reached between us, gripping one of my tits. He squeezed it hard and flicked his thumb over my nipple, then brushed it softly to soothe the sting.
Never breaking the kiss, I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and let it fall onto the ground. Then I grabbed his shirt and started to work on the buttons, having a hard time with my trembling fingers.
He squeezed my sensitive nipple so hard I almost released a yelp.
Desire flooding me, I lost the battle with his buttons and ripped his shirt open, smiling shyly as they scattered all around us. He didn’t seem to care though, and neither did I.
Instead, I locked my eyes on his hard, inked chest.
I’d seen Nikola shirtless many times, but it was the first time I’d let myself openly appreciate his body. He was ripped, his strong frame hard enough to be armor. And then there was the ink etched into his skin, telling a story. One of darkness. Death. Life. Love.
But I didn’t have long to admire it because his mouth took mine for another kiss, his hand squeezing my ass through my dress.
Then he started walking, stopping only when the backs of my legs felt the rough edge of a table. He ripped the white tablecloth off, throwing it carelessly on the ground, then lowered me onto my feet.
He whirled me around, then in one swift move, he unzipped my dress, leaving me in nothing but a thong and my heels.
Dark lust moved through his eyes, but it was the touch of them over my body—like a caress—that had me shuddering with intensity.
I knew I was right to follow my instincts and forgo a bra this morning.
“Take off your panties,” he demanded.
“ Shouldn’t that be your job ?”
“As you wish, zayka ,” he said with a smile, then whirled me around. My thong was shredded in one single breath, my throbbing pussy exposed. He bent me over the table, my chest and stomach pressing against the cool surface of the wood, my hair flipping into my face.
Then I felt his mouth on my ass when he bit me. Hard.
I released a gasp—or was it a moan?—when he moved to my other ass cheek. This time, it was definitely a moan.
He spread my cheeks with his hands and kissed my pussy, his nose in my ass. He sucked relentlessly, making my body twitch and writhe from the unexpected pleasure. He ran his rough hands down my bare legs to my ankles before returning them back up.
I felt the growl vibrating against me, and I was fighting the imminent orgasm. Sparks burned hot as the pressure built and built.
My fingers curled, gripping the edge of the table as he pushed his tongue inside me. In and out. My eyes rolled back in my head and a drop of sweat ran down my spine as I ground myself shamelessly against his face, mindless with lust.
I looked over my shoulder to find Nikola’s big frame kneeling with his eyes closed and a blissful expression on his face. My head fell forward, my cheek pressed against the hard table as the pressure exploded.
I came so hard my thighs trembled, and I’d have slid off the table if not for the set of strong hands holding me. Screwing my eyes shut, I struggled to catch my breath as a languid sensation pulled on my muscles.
He stood up and my eyes fluttered open in time to watch his pants and boxers pool around his dress shoes.
My eyes lowered to his long, hard cock, a pulsing vein running from base to tip. He smacked me on my left ass cheek—hard—and I let out a gasp. My eyes snapped to his, full of questions.
“What?” he challenged. “You asked for it.”
“ I did not .”
“You most certainly did when you went out with Kostya.” His palm met my right ass cheek this time and I gasped again. “Didn’t I tell you not to go?”
“ Oh. My. God …” I mouthed soundlessly. The burn spread outward from my ass cheek, and the sting of it made my pussy throb.
“Not God, he wouldn’t fucking dare.” He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against my lower back before he smacked the other ass cheek, the hardest strike yet. “Say my name.” When I remained silent, he smacked my ass cheek again. “I want to hear it again.”
“Nikola.” His name clawed up my throat while shame burned through me. I didn’t want to feel self-conscious about my voice, but I couldn’t help it.
However, the embarrassment dispersed as he pressed his mouth against mine for a sloppy kiss. “Good girl.”
He kept his grip on my wrists and lowered to his knees to kiss my cheeks, dragging his tongue over the inflamed skin in apology.
My spine arched, trying to show him that I needed him. The sting on my cheeks mixed with the bliss between my legs made for a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. He set all my senses on fire, magnifying his every touch tenfold.
He stood up again, his dick right in the crack of my ass. He ground against me, his mouth peppering kisses all over my neck. He continued to grind against me, nudging my pelvis into the corner of the table and causing friction against my clit.
He turned my face back and our gazes locked. “Remember you asked for it. Now your wings will be clipped.”
He pushed his hard thick length through my soaked entrance, breaking my hymen, and sank deep inside me. I yelped, he shuddered. Then he halted his movement, breathing hard against my skin.
We remained like that for a few moments as I adjusted to having him fill me, his length throbbing inside my walls.
He nipped the sensitive spot beneath my earlobe and I met his gaze. “You good, zayka ?”
I nodded and he started moving, a slow, shallow thrust that dragged moans out of my throat. I felt him push deeper, gripping my hip with one hand and my hair with the other.
Then his thrusts became harder, grinding against me, thrusting deep inside me. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.
He bit me on the shoulder and my eyes snapped open. “Look at me.”
I narrowed my eyes on him, trying to convey that he was too demanding, but all he did was chuckle, fucking me harder and faster while my gaze remained locked on his.
He pounded into me, my clit continuously pushing and dragging against the hardwood, driving me closer and closer to an orgasm. I moaned and whimpered, feeling the heat grow between my legs, all the emotions bubbling beneath the surface and ready to burst like a broken dam.
He gripped right below my jawline, not tight enough to cut the flow of oxygen but firm enough to make it impossible to move away.
He smacked my ass again and said, “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
I was so gone in the haze of lust that I didn’t even question his command. I reached behind me and did as he instructed, pulling them far apart.
He gave me an appreciative kiss before he brought his hand to my mouth. I took it between my lips and sucked while he never stopped his thrusts, the feeling incredible.
He pulled his hand from my mouth, then slipped his thumb into my back entrance, pushing deep inside unexplored territory.
I tensed at the foreign feeling, but my panting and moaning didn’t cease. And slowly, discomfort turned into even more intense pleasure. I could feel him everywhere, especially inside me. Euphoria shot through me with the magnitude of a Category 5 storm.
“ Nikola !” I didn’t know if I screamed it, moaned it, or just thought it, but as my feet left the floor with his thrusts and the orgasm hit me, tears filled my eyes and I experienced bliss unlike ever before.
A thrust, and then another, and he stilled.
His hot breaths tickled my ear. I never imagined feeling so… connected. Not for my first time.
He continued to breathe against my ear, and the realization he was still rock hard inside me sunk in.
He dipped his head and kissed my shoulders and then up my neck. When he finally pulled out, he brought his hand down and spanked me again. Before I could dwell on the way it had me throbbing between the thighs, he spun me around, gripping my thighs and hoisting me up.
My legs hooked around his waist as he made himself at home between my thighs. Then he pushed himself inside me, never breaking eye contact. He slid in, gripped me by the throat, and squeezed . Something about his control and constrictive energy had me almost blacking out with desire.
I roamed my hands over the ink on his chest, pausing at the image of piano keys with fingers on them. He continued to fuck me in a steady rhythm, and I held on to him like he was my anchor, praying it would never end. I wasn’t ready to face the world outside of this restaurant.
He moved his thumb up my throat to the corner of my mouth. He squeezed again before he let me go, before his hand found a home in my messy hair. I planted my other hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his muscles.
“Nikola…” I moaned his name like it was my sole mission in life. Hearing my voice seemed to drive him wild, because he pounded into me even harder and faster, his blue eyes taking hold of me like he was claiming me for life.
“You want it?” I nodded, desperately needing another release. “Beg.”
He fisted a palm in my hair, pinning me in place as his eyes turned sharp and hard. I spread my legs wider and gripped his ass, tugging him into me.
“Please…”
“Fuck.” His balls slapped at my ass, and he lost all sense of control as he let me feel every inch of his cock, making me wince from the sheer size of it. He moved his lips to my ear, his breaths erratic, and his thrusts turned shallow as he came inside me.
He stayed buried for several minutes before the restaurant came back into focus.
He pulled out and our gazes fell to where we were connected. We watched as his cum, mixed with the tinge of my innocence, dripped down my thighs.
“Don’t move,” Nikola ordered as he pulled up his pants. He disappeared down the hallway I knew led to the restrooms, returning several heartbeats later with a tissue box and wet napkins.
“Let’s clean you up, zayka .”
I might’ve suspected what I’d been feeling for Nikola was love, and this all but confirmed it.