14. MILA
14
MILA
H e is legitimately crazy, and a part of me actually believes that he thinks he’s done the right thing by kidnapping me. He might not have gotten his rocks off by knocking me out, but having me here in his home is definitely getting him hard.
This is all my fault. I welcomed him into my home every year, wished for him to come, and slowly fell in love with the idea of him. Only when he touched me, everything changed.
Why did I have to fall in love with a guy who has no moral compass? Surely that must make me just as messed up as he is.
I sit in his oversized living room, my knees pulled right up to my chest on the couch that is even more comfortable than it looks, but I’m not about to tell him that. Though, I’m getting a sick sense of satisfaction from the way his eye seems to twitch by me having his big-ass boots propped on the cushion. Seems someone likes his home to be nice and clean. I’ll be sure to make a mental note of that and not accidentally make the kind of messes that drive him insane. After all, I wouldn’t want to make these next twelve months miserable for the man who literally stole me from my home.
Wish or not, he shouldn’t have done it.
“So this is how the next twelve months are going to play out?” Nick asks, circling the back of his dining table and clutching the top of the chair as his gaze remains locked on me.
“Look around you, Nick. Your home is surrounded by reindeer and snow. It’s not like there’s exactly a lot to do apart from fucking each other, and unfortunately for you, the only thing you’ll be fucking is your hand.”
“Better than being fucking delusional like you are.”
“Delusional?” I demand, but the grin on his face suggests he’s saying it just to get a rise out of me, and damn it, it worked like a charm. Refusing to play into his bullshit, I avert my gaze and stare at the reindeer out the window.
Clearly realizing that I’m more than happy to spend the next twelve months ignoring him, Nick lets out a sigh. “I’ve got shit I need to do. Is there anything you need first?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I offer him a surgery-sweet smile, batting my lashes and watching the way his whole body seems to soften. “Only for you to pull out the knife currently in my back, sweetheart.”
His face falls, and I can’t help but wonder if he thought for just a moment that I’d actually started to come around. But surely he knows better than that.
I watch as he finally gives in, realizing that I’m not about to break. He lets out a subtle sigh, and with that, he disappears into his bedroom . . . our bedroom.
A minute passes, and I hear Nick undressing. It’s a sound already so familiar to me, and within seconds, I get lost in the memory of what it’s like every time he undresses around me. He might have asshole tendencies, but when it comes to giving me exactly what I need, he’s never let me down.
Hunger blooms through my chest, and for just a moment, I consider putting my frustration aside and barging through the bedroom door to have my wicked way with him. I doubt he’ll have any issues with it. If anything, he’ll give it to me a little harder just because I’ve been acting like a brat, but he’s not about to get to me that easily. What he might not know about me is when I’ve been wronged, I’m a stubborn bitch until I feel justice has been served, and in this case, justice hasn’t even begun to be served.
Doing what I can to try and calm the raging need within me, I suddenly realize this is my one shot to slip away, and in the blink of an eye, I’m on my feet, darting to the front door, more than ready to make my hasty escape.
I all but lunge for the door handle, gripping it hard and violently twisting, only to be met with nothing. The door doesn’t move, the handle not even budging an inch, and I curse myself for being such an idiot. Of course the big asshole locked it again.
Damn it.
I pace through the foyer, trying to figure out a game plan when my gaze comes back to the armchair that was once angled nicely in the corner of the living room. Only now it’s half knocked over, leaning up against the couch from my earlier woman-handling.
I hurry toward it. This is definitely a bad idea, but what choice do I have? The second I throw the chair through the window, I’ll only have a moment to get away before Nick comes racing after me. I’m a pretty good runner. I spent a lot of time in the gym this year trying to pass the time. I could run for miles before passing out, but Nick is fit too, and judging by the ruthless way he fucks, I don’t doubt he could chase me for hours. All I need is to get far enough away to find another living soul, and I’ll be good.
Not ready to give up on the one shot I have, I go for it, grabbing the chair and launching it toward the massive window with every bit of strength I possess.
The chair plunges through the glass, and the noise is deafening as it shatters into a million fractured pieces.
“FUCK! MILA,” I hear Nick calling from the bedroom, but I’m already gone, racing through what was once a beautiful window until my too-big boots come crashing down into the snow.
I put one foot in front of the other, not daring to look back as I run toward the reindeer farm. My arms pump on either side of me, taking me as fast as I can go. I’m not exactly a great sprinter, but I’ll manage a steady run with no problem.
As I reach the edge of the reindeer farm, I realize just how high the fences are, and knowing damn well I won’t be able to launch myself over it, I have no choice but to shift to the right, taking myself around the edges and toward the woods beyond. If I can reach the thick trees, I’ll be able to make my way along the tree line until I finally find some sign of life. Surely this place has got to have some kind of city, right? Or at the very least, a small town.
The thick snow beneath my feet slows me down, but I don’t dare stop, especially when I hear Nick somewhere in the distance. “MILA, WHERE ARE YOU?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I definitely didn’t think this through, especially considering he’ll have no problem tracking me through the massive footprints left in the snow. Not to mention, he’s lived here his whole life. He knows these woods, and he sure as fuck has a lot more practice moving around in the snow than I ever could.
My lungs scream for air, but I don’t dare stop as I quickly approach the trees, and the second I break through the foliage, I dart behind a thick trunk and lean my head back against the bark, taking deep breaths as I try to figure out my next plan of attack.
I give myself just a moment to catch my breath before finally allowing myself to look back around the trunk. I see Nick in the distance, quickly eating up the space between us, and as my gaze drops to the snow, I see the obvious tracks I’ve made.
Fuck. There’s no escaping him like this.
“YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME, BABY.”
I scoff. Wanna bet?
Taking a risk, I lunge out from behind the tree, and with what few precious seconds I have left, I race through the snow, going left and right, back and forth, quickly dissolving my tracks, and just as Nick approaches the tree line, I dart behind the thick trunk once again.
I hear his footsteps as he comes to a stop, and I slam my hand over my mouth, trying to control my deep breathing. It won’t be long before he finds me. I have to get going.
“Come on, Mila. I know you’re here,” he says, his voice so low, it does wicked things to me. “I’m going to find you, and when I do, I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you.”
Good God. My pussy spasms, and I clench my thighs, suddenly so hungry for him.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I suppose when the sex is good, a woman is willing to ignore every red flag, even when they’re flying right in front of her face.
I follow the sound of his footsteps and when he begins walking in the opposite direction, I can’t help but peer around the tree once again, only this time, everything stops. Nick didn’t bother dressing before he raced after me, and all I see is this beast of a man, his perfect ass and chiseled back staring back at me. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of undone boots with his hand covering his junk, and fuck, he looks glorious.
The hunger intensifies, and I watch every step he takes, so damn focused on the way his muscled back moves. He’s simply divine. No wonder I haven’t been able to resist him. He’s the absolute definition of perfection.
What the fuck am I doing running away from this? It’s not as though I had the best life back home in New York. I was on the verge of depression. I hate my job, hate my apartment, and what’s worse, I haven’t got a single person in my life I’m able to call friend. And yet, here’s Nick, offering me everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m literally running away from it. Sure, he went about it in the most fucked-up way possible, which he will be punished for. But why should I have to punish myself for his actions too? Surely if I’m going to be the victim of his schemes, I should at least get something out of it, right?
Would it be so terrible if I stayed the twelve months? I could spend them in Nick’s bed, making the most of our time together before he finally sends me back home. Sure, it’s pure insanity, but if I have to be here, I might as well enjoy it.
“I will find you, Mila. And I will take you.”
Fuck. This is probably the most moronic thing I’ll ever do.
Pulling my arms inside the oversized hoodie, I slip it over my head before hanging it off a low-lying branch and immediately regretting it as I feel the chill against my skin. But that doesn’t stop me, and the next thing I know, I’m letting Nick’s sweatpants fall off my hips to the snowy ground. I brace myself against the tree as I work my foot out of the boot and move the sweatpants, only to shove my foot back into the boot. I do the same on the other side until I’m just as naked as Nick is, everything except the boots.
And with that, I step out from behind the tree, coming face to face with jolly old Saint Nick. “Hey Santa Claus,” I purr, watching as his gaze flicks up to meet mine. “If you want me, you’re gonna have to catch me first.”
His jaw clenches, his eyes darkening by the second, and I watch as his cock quickly comes alive, going from being covered to fisted in the blink of an eye. And damn it, he makes me so wet.
There’s a wicked look in his eye that warns me I have no idea what I just got myself into, but he should know better by now. Anything he’s willing to put down, I’m more than happy to pick up.
Then in a flash, he storms after me, and a high-pitched squeal of laughter tears from the back of my throat. I spin on my heel and leap into the snow, my heavy boots taking me further into the woods.
Hearing Nick race after me makes my heart pound, but I don’t let up. If he wants me, he’s going to work for it. I hear his footsteps behind me, and just as I risk glancing back, my boot catches on a stray tree root, and I crash down in the snow, my knees hitting the cold ground as my face and tits slam against the snow, leaving my ass and cunt high in the air for Nick to claim anyway he sees fit.
“Mmmm, baby,” he growls, and fuck, I can only imagine how I look to him right now. I can’t resist looking back over my shoulder, finding him standing right behind me, his chest heaving just like mine is as he grips that massive cock, slowly pumping his fist up and down.
My pussy clenches, and I have no doubt that he can see just how wet I am for him. “Fuck me, Nick,” I beg him. “And you better make it good because it’s the last one you’ll get.”
He clenches his jaw again, something shifting in his dark eyes, and not a moment later, he drops down behind me in the snow. Both of our knees are at risk of frostbite, but I couldn’t give a single fuck. His free hand rests against my ass.
“You broke my window,” he murmurs, his palm slowly brushing over my ass cheek before shifting to my center.
I push back against his touch, desperate for him to slam inside of me and relieve the ache he’s given me. “Seems like it’s a fair trade considering you broke my heart.”
“I didn’t break your heart, Mila,” he says, finally pushing two thick fingers deep inside of me, curving them just right and driving me wild in seconds. “You’re doing that all on your own.”
He fucks me with his fingers, and I keep pushing back, desperate for relief. He might be right. I might be breaking my own heart, but right now, I couldn’t seem to care less. All that matters is feeling him inside of me. “Nick,” I groan. “Fuck me.”
“Patience, Mila.”
His fingers keep working me, massaging inside of me, rolling and splitting, until my walls begin shaking around his fingers. He pushes me further, stretching his thumb toward my clit and applying just enough pressure to set me alight. Even in this freezing snow, all I feel is the heat from my core.
“NICK!”
“Come for me, Mila. Give me what’s mine.”
I fall to pieces, shattering just like the glass I broke in his living room, and with every roll of his fingers inside of me, my orgasm intensifies. My toes curl inside my boots as I shamelessly grab at the snow-covered ground.
“Oh. Fuck. Nick. YES!”
His thumb works my clit, and just as I start coming down from my high, he pulls his fingers free, giving me just a moment of ease before I feel his raging tip at my entrance. “Mmm I’m going to enjoy you, my sweet snow bunny. I’m going to take this sweet cunt, and by the time I’m done with you, that attitude of yours better be fucked out of your system, and if it’s not, I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth until it is. Do you understand me?”
I swallow the nerves, my nipples painfully hard against the snow, and I nod. “Between you and me, Nick. I’m the one who should be making demands. Now slam that thick cock inside of me and let me scream.”
He doesn’t hesitate, giving me exactly what I asked for, his fingers digging into my hip.
I push back against him, taking him as deep as I possibly can as he slams into me over and over again, his balls grinding against my clit. It’s too much, yet not nearly enough, and I can’t help but reach beneath me until my fingers are stroking either side of my entrance as he works my cunt. I feel the way he fucks me, the way he thrusts into me, and within seconds, my thighs are shaking.
“Fuck, Nick,” I groan, snow plastered to the side of my face.
He grunts in response, and I lower my fingers to my clit, rubbing greedy circles, this time not caring if it’s a long game or a fast one. Though to be honest, I don’t know if I can last much longer with my knees in the freezing snow. It’s starting to burn, but it’s a pain I’d happily endure, especially considering this will be the last time he ever gets to fuck me. In theory, of course. Who knows how weak I’ll be over the next year.
Pushing my knees further apart, Nick takes me deeper, and I cry out again, the raw power of his thrusts more than fucking the attitude out of me, and damn it, if this is what I get for being a bitch, I might have to show him just how bitchy I can truly be.
He rolls his hips and takes me at a whole new angle, and I feel the familiar sensation building within me, intense and raw, more than ready to send me into an abyss of sweet pleasure. I pick up my pace, rolling circles over my clit just a little bit faster, and he immediately picks up on my need, thrusting deeper and harder, giving me exactly what I need to get me there, and not a moment later, I come hard, my whole universe shaking beneath me.
I fall to pieces as he continues to fuck me, not letting up until I’ve reached my high and started to come back down. “How’s that attitude, baby?” he rumbles, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh, warning me just how close he really is.
“Just as strong as ever,” I tell him, not nearly over his kidnapping antics.
A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and before I know it, Nick pulls himself free and flips me over, my back coming down against the freezing snow. I arch up off the cold with a hiss, but Nick comes down over me, straddling my chest and keeping me pinned beneath him. He grips his thick cock, those dark eyes like lasers on mine. “What did I tell you, Mila?”
I shake my head, having no fucking idea. I’m still buried deep in my post-orgasm fog, I barely know what’s happening.
“I warned you what would happen if that attitude wasn’t fucked out of you.”
Well damn. That particular little speech might be coming back.
“Remember?”
I nod.
“What did I tell you would happen?”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip. “You’d fuck my pretty mouth.”
“Open.”
I narrow my gaze, the hunger rapidly building again, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for him. “I hope you don’t mind teeth,” I say, and as his brow arches with alarm, I open wide and take him deep in my throat.
It’s awkward having to lift my neck to be able to take him, but I wiggle my arm free and fist the bottom of his cock, working him with my mouth, tongue, and hand at the same time. He grits his teeth and just when he thinks he’s got it easy, I roll my tongue over his tip and watch the hunger flash in his eyes.
His hips jolt forward, forcing him deeper down my throat, and I welcome every inch. Despite everything, I’m still more than willing to please him. On my terms of course, which is exactly where my teeth come into play.
I narrow my jaw, my teeth gently coming down along his shaft as I move up and down his velvety cock. He sucks in a breath, his hand falling on top of mine at his base as though that could somehow control my movements. He doesn’t know whether to fear for his manhood or to relax and enjoy whatever brutal pleasure I have in store for him, but meeting my stare, he chooses to trust me, allowing me to continue, and that’s exactly what I do.
My tongue doesn’t let up, rolling over his sensitive tip before I move back down his length, letting my teeth tease as I continue to suck, taking him as far down my throat as I can tolerate. His eyes begin to flutter, rolling in the back of his head as his hips grow a mind of their own, continuously bucking toward me.
He reaches back, his fingers slipping between my thighs and rolling over my needy clit, and as I work him to the edge, he does the same for me. I push and push, giving him my absolute best work, watching closely as he begins to fall apart, completely at my mercy.
“Fuck, Mila,” he grits through his clenched teeth, and all I can do is grin against his delicious cock. I don’t give in, just keep working him harder and faster until he can’t take it a second longer and explodes hot spurts of cum into the back of my throat as he roars my name.
I come with him, my orgasm tearing through my body as he empties himself. I cry out around his cock, my whole body squirming beneath him, my hips bucking with desperation. Then finally, when he’s got nothing left to give, he slowly pulls out of my mouth, and I make a show of licking my lips as he softens his hand against my core, allowing me the chance to relax.
Nick falls to the snow, pulling me with him so that my back no longer burns against the cold, and he simply holds me on his chest, the sound of his heart so perfectly in sync with mine as we catch our breath.
“I don’t know how to hate you,” I tell him, my hand resting against his chest beside my face.
“Then don’t,” he wills, dropping his palm to my ass and making small circles.
I let out a heavy breath, wishing I could somehow just let it go, but I’m far too stubborn for that. “It’s not that easy,” I tell him. “It’s going to take some time.”
“I know,” he says. “But all I ask is that you try. I know this isn’t how you wanted any of this to happen, but I was running out of time and did what I had to do. If I had waited another minute, the sun would have risen, and I would have been gone another year. I couldn’t bear to leave you behind. Not again.”
I simply nod, not knowing how to respond until he finally sits us up. “Come on,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face. “Let’s get you out of the cold, and then you can ignore me while I cook you dinner.”
My stomach grumbles at the thought of a good home-cooked meal, and I realize that I haven’t eaten in well over twenty-four hours. “Okay,” I tell him. “But just so you know, when I commit to ignoring someone, I really commit.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he says, and with that, he scoops me out of the snow and starts making the trek back, heading past the curious reindeer and finally through the brand-new side entrance, courtesy of the pretty beige armchair laying in the snow.