Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
SAVANNAH
A s tired as I was, sleep wouldn’t come. Cutter was beside me, curled up and sound asleep, his breathing easy after the insane forty-eight hours. I, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to sleep a single second. Maybe it was because of the events that led us here, the size of the room and bed, which was larger than most studio apartments, or the man somewhere in this house. Heck, it could even be the fear that Mr. Mikhailov would storm in here with guards to try and have me killed. I’m sure Nathan would find that convenient.
Sighing, I slipped out of bed and went hunting for a snack. Normally, when I couldn’t sleep, I’d work, but given my current predicament, I didn’t have any, so this was the next best thing. Wrapped in the robe from the closet, I walked out into the dimly lit hallway and headed to the stairs. The cool marble was refreshing on my bare feet. I was never one to wear socks. I hated the constricting feel of them.
This place felt like a museum. Elegant portraits hung on the walls while the combination of marble and rich wood floors were lined with expensive rugs. Massive statues loomed around every turn, but it also had modern crown molding and leather couches. It was a unique blend of historical and ultra-modern, as if the designer couldn’t make up their mind, but it still somehow worked.
I noticed a few guards, but other than a glance or nod, they didn’t say anything and didn’t move from their posts. Were they meant to make people feel safe or to keep me a prisoner? The Mikhailovs needed maps hanging all over the place to get around because this was insane.
It felt like it took twenty minutes for me to find the kitchen. I could’ve asked one of the slinking shadows in the hallway, but I preferred to do things on my own, and it kept my mind busy.
I stopped in the middle of the kitchen and noticed the five refrigerators, each the size of two. How many people lived here that they needed this much food? Starting with the one closest to me, I pulled open the door and stared in awe at all the drink choices. Every kind of juice, milk, soda, and water. It was endless inside. I grabbed the carton of orange juice and walked over to the cupboards to search for glasses. Once I found them, I wandered over to the large window, over a pair of sinks, to stare out at the moon steaming down as I poured my drink. I took a sip, then moaned and licked my lips. That was top-shelf OJ.
“Not thinking of running away, are you?” I jumped at the sound of Nathan’s voice, and the glass slipped from my hand and crashed in the sink, but not before I made a grab for it and sliced open my finger on a sharp shard.
“Dammit,” I swore and glared at Nathan as he appeared by my side, grabbing my hand to look at it.
“Let me see,” he said.
“I’m fine.” I tried to tug away, but he held firm.
“Stop fighting, Savannah,” Nathan ordered, and giving in, I let him look at my bleeding finger. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said and turned on the water, placing my finger under the spray.
“It’s fine,” I said cooly, and I could feel his eyes on my face.
I never backed down from anyone or anything, but Nathan had me trapped in so many ways that even if I managed to free myself from one cage, I would walk right into another.
“Don’t do that,” he said, his eyes turned molten as he took my finger and sucked it into his mouth. I gasped before I could stop myself. I could feel the touch of his tongue and the tug of his pull right down between my legs.
“I’m sorry about your glass,” I said, trying to remove my finger from his mouth. My mind was already drifting to other things he could do with that mouth.
“I don’t give a fuck about the glass.” He gave me back my finger only to push open the silky robe and grab my hips. “Only you.”
He easily unarmed me with the slightest of touches, and I felt myself falling under whatever spell he cast over me. I tried to step back, but Nathan picked me up and sat me on the counter so quickly that I let out a squeal as my butt hit the hard surface.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He stepped between my legs and held my chin between his thumb and finger. The rapid beating of my heart was getting louder in my ears. “Nothing has changed.”
“Everything has changed,” I corrected and then sucked in a ragged breath as he attacked the spot on my neck where he’d already left a bruise back on the plane.
“Not my reaction to you,” he countered and gripped my ass, pulling me to the edge of the counter. His cock nudged at the little shorts I was wearing. From the first touch of his hand, I was wet, but feeling how much he wanted me made me want to rub my legs together. It was nice to know that the same need coursed through him.
“I’m pretty sure that’s how we got into this mess,” I said, placing my hand on his bare chest, but I couldn’t push him away.
“I’m pretty sure it was you begging me for my cock that first night, Savannah,” he growled, and I shivered as his tongue swirled circles on my sensitive skin.
“We shouldn’t do this, not until we talk,” I weakly argued.
Nathan pulled back until he was looking me in the eyes. “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to argue, negotiate, or plead our cases. My emotions are frayed, my brain is too tired, and when I’m tired, I say things I regret.” He nipped at my bottom lip before running his mouth to my ear. “I don’t beg, Savannah. But I will for you, right now, just to let us have this moment with no anger or hurt between us. I want to fuck my wife,” he said, his voice deep and thick with lust. I’d been ready to say yes before he opened his mouth, but now…very little would’ve stopped me from giving in.
I nodded and cupped his face, kissing him the way I’d dreamed of doing for so many nights that I’d lost count. The mind was a powerful thing, and so many times, I’d wake up after a vivid dream and think that he was there in the room with me.
He groaned, pulling my body flush against his. The intoxicating essence that was Nathan Mikhailov had completely corrupted me. As he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned. He pushed me up against something hard, making me gasp as the cold touched my back.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he broke the kiss. “Not in here.”
I didn’t care where and bit at the side of his neck, loving how he trembled under my fingers. There was something so invigorating about making him lose control. I could feel the power in him and how he was, piece by piece, losing his composure as I wiggled, whimpered, and begged him to take me. I’d regret him fucking me on the counter tomorrow, but right now, I needed him as much as he wanted me.
Wrapping his arms around me, he began to walk. I had no idea where he was going and didn’t care or give a shit about the guards that we passed. I could feel their eyes on us, and I wanted them to know what he planned to do to me.
A door banged closed, and I was laid down on something soft and cool. I looked around the dim space but couldn’t decipher what type of room we were in. “Where are we?”
“Does it matter?” I shook my head. “It’s my home office.” I sat up so he could push the robe off my shoulders. The sleep shirt was next, tossed somewhere behind him. I inhaled a sharp breath as he suddenly grabbed my face. “You make me insane. Do you know that?” I didn’t answer as he attacked my mouth with force. My lips would be swollen when he was done, but I melted into his aggressive touch. “Fuck,” he growled, breaking the kiss and standing up.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he hooked his thumbs into his black sweatpants and pushed them down. The three rings seemed to glint in the shadows as a promise and a threat of what they were going to do to me. My climax was already building, even without his touch. Just the thought of being rubbed in all the right places as his thick cock filled me was enough. Staring at him, I wiggled on the couch.
“Take the shorts off. I’m not fucking you with my sister’s clothes on,” he said, and I smirked, lifting my hips and pushing them off. I tossed them aside to join the other discarded clothing. “Good girl. Now spread your legs wide and show me that pussy,” he ordered, his hand stroking his hard cock with its glistening tip.
I would need to go to confession after tonight…no, scrap that. I’d probably be hit with lightning for walking into a church, but right now, none of it mattered other than him.
NATHANIEL
“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come.” There was zero hesitation. Savannah spread the lips of her pussy open, and the head of my cock almost exploded as she stuck two fingers inside of herself. Fuck she was a sight. Drawn to her, I kneeled on the couch between her legs. She made this sexy little moaning sound that had my balls pulling up tight. I was already losing the battle and wasn’t going to last. Her hips bucked, and she wiggled, her pussy teasing me as I got closer. Grabbing her hand, I pulled it out of the way only to replace her fingers with my tongue.
I grabbed the soft globes of her ass and pulled her into my mouth so she could grind on my face. Her arousal was pushing me to my breaking point. She did this to me. She infected my brain and made me lose all ability to think straight. I wanted her to come before I lost control. My cock was so hard that the touches of cool leather against it were teasing me and driving me higher. I swirled my tongue around her clit and then plunged deeper into her.
“Yes, oh Nathan, right there,” she whimpered quietly. “Yes.” She gripped the couch and swore as she came, but I knew she could do better than that.
I licked harder, loving the twitches and jerks. With a growl, I tugged on her, and she slid closer to me.
“Naughty girl, did I tell you that you could come?” Savannah’s pleasure-filled eyes looked up at me as I hovered over her body. “Maybe I should leave you like this and not give you what you really want.”
She shook her head and tried to grab my cock, but I was faster and pinned her hands. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back even if I wanted to, but the annoyed and lust-filled look was what I was after. She didn’t disappoint.
“Don’t you dare,” she said and pushed her hips up, her pussy rubbing against my cock. There was no controlling the wave of need and the shudder that followed throughout my body.
“Then you don’t come until I tell you that you can.” She glared and wiggled. “You want to be a good girl, right?” She didn’t move, the muscle in her jaw twitching. Savannah was holding herself back, a wall in place between us, and she could keep it, except when we were like this.
With all the willpower I possessed, I started to get up, and my bluff worked.
“Yes. Yes, I want to be your good girl,” she blurted and gripped my shoulders. “Please don’t go.”
I slid a hand down her stomach and teased her clit, her eyes glazing over. “You don’t touch this pussy without my permission. You don’t come unless I tell you, and if you’ve touched yourself without me, there will be consequences. This pussy is mine. Say it.” I rubbed faster, and she gasped, the pulse jumping in the side of her neck.
“It’s yours. My pussy is yours.”
“Good girl,” I praised her. “So, what do you do when it gets wet and needy?”
She licked her lips. “I find the nearest guard to service me.” Her lip twitched as she teased me, but all I saw was a massacre of my men. Savannah grabbed my face, her expression growing serious. “I’m joking. I come to find you and only you.”
I wrapped my hand around her throat and growled at her like I was an animal. “Never joke about other men, I will kill them, and I don’t give a fuck who they are. They lay a single finger on you in a way I don’t like, and there will be nothing left for anyone to identify,” I said, pushing the tip of my cock into her. We moaned and shivered at the same time as my piercings sent intense pleasure straight down my cock. “Do you understand?” Her eyes darkened, but not with anger. She was turned on, and I tightened my hand a little more. “Do you understand, Savannah? You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
“I’m yours,” she said, and the murder spree dancing behind my eyes disappeared.
“Good girl,” I said and thrust into her.
She tried to scream, but my hand was constricting her airway, so I swore for both of us. There was nothing like this feeling. No one had ever come close before her or after our time together. It was like she’d been made just for me. I gave another push, and the last few inches of my cock sank into her.
Savannah’s back arched off the couch, but I held her firm with my hand as I tried to get control of myself. My cock flexed inside of her, and she moaned, the sound vibrating along my arm. The battle I was fighting was quickly coming to an end. I stared down at her and loved how her long lashes fluttered as she bit her lip. The look on Savannah’s face was as much of a drug as the rest of her.
“Fuck you’re perfect, so damn beautiful,” I said as a glassiness filled her eyes. I released some of the pressure on my hand, and she sucked in a deep breath. I let her take a couple more breaths before tightening my fingers around her delicate throat and gripping the back of the couch with my other hand.
The second I started to move, my body shook with the need to release. Savannah’s eyes closed, and I growled at her.
“Look at me, and don’t look away. I want you to look into my eyes when you come undone and know that I’m the one who made you lose control.”
With each thrust, I pushed faster and deeper than before. A soft sheen formed on Savannah’s skin, and I gave her just enough air to keep her on the edge of euphoria and passing out. She didn’t fight me, and there was no fear in her eyes as I edged her higher but kept her just this side of the release she was begging for.
“Please,” she whispered past her constricted airway.
My body flexed. That one word was so powerful. I loved that regardless of what was between us, she trusted me. The knowledge stroked my ego as her pussy stroked my cock.
“Please,” she begged again, her eyes wild with the need to let go, but she was fighting it, waiting for me to give her permission.
“You want to come on my cock, Kisa,” I said, the nickname I’d given her years ago tumbling from my lips.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” she whimpered, bucking her hips in time with mine.
“What do you say?” I loosened my grip so she could speak.
“Please, can I come, Nathan? Please, I’ve been a good girl,” she mumbled, her head thrashing from side to side as her tits bounced. I watched her closely as I stopped moving, dropping my mouth to her nipple and blowing on the hard little peak.
“Ah! Oh God, please.” Savannah was shaking so hard that I could feel the tremors inside her pussy as the walls gripped my aching cock.
“Please, please, please,” she said, tears of extreme pleasure and pain sliding down her cheeks. I knew she was at her breaking point and let go of her throat, fucking her as hard as I could.
“Come for me, Kisa. Let go and let everyone in this house know who you belong to,” I groaned.
“Fuck! Nathan, yes,” Savannah wailed at the top of her lungs, and that was it. All thoughts shut down as I stared into her face while she rode the wave of her orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Savannah,” I yelled and pumped into her so hard that by the time I came, she was half hanging off the couch, unmoving, except for our mutual panting. Even though my arms were quaking, I leaned over, lifted her, and laid her down, smoothing the wet strands of hair off of her face.
“I want to hold you tonight.” Her head lolled to the side, her tongue wetting her lips. “Don’t deny me this. We can leave the door open so Cutter can find us easily, and I’ll hear him if he yells, but I want to hold you.”
She touched my cheek. “Okay,” she said, and then her eyes closed. A tiny bit of the void that was in my soul since she left mended.
Savannah had no idea how much control she held over me, and I didn’t like it, but it wouldn’t stop the roots from sinking deeper.
I’d already lived a life filled with a bottomless desolation. When Savannah touched me, my heart beat for her. It might be unfathomable, but nothing, and no one, not even Savannah herself, was taking this from me again.