Chapter 31
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
NIKOLAI
Sofiya is all I can feel—her skin warm beneath mine, her breath against my lips, her body trembling as she melts into me. It’s overwhelming, this connection, this need to claim her in every way.
My fingers grip her ass, holding her steady as she moves with me, matching each thrust and pulling me deeper into her heat. Her breaths come faster, her body tightening as she gets closer. Then her palm slides between us, catching me off guard. I slow, letting her explore. Her fingers touch the place where we’re joined, where my cock sinks into her slick heat.
Moving carefully so as not to hurt her ankle, I shift her leg higher. Her cry of pleasure makes me throb inside her. “That’s it,” I grunt. “Let me hear how good I make my wife feel.”
Her lips part, but I capture her sounds with my mouth, kissing her deeply.
I increase my pace, gritting my teeth to maintain control as her hand stays between her legs, her fingers coated in our arousal.
“Do you like feeling my cock tunnel into that sweet pussy of yours? Do you like feeling how you stretch for me?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need. Her hand moves from between us, sliding up my chest before locking around the back of my neck, her nails scraping against my skin.
She surprises the hell out of me when she grabs my hand and guides my fingers to wrap around her throat. Shit. Never in a million years did I think Sofiya would ask for anything kinky. She’s inexperienced, but there’s no hesitation. With her head tilted back and her throat exposed, she gives herself to me.
“Please,” she begs. “I need… this.”
I still. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
“At the club, when I snuck up on you, you wrapped your hand around my throat and… I don’t know. Something about it made me feel alive. I trust you, Niko, and I want to feel… restrained.”
Her words undo me. This side of her is raw, beautiful, and completely unexpected. I let my palm rest lightly around her throat, my thumb brushing the line of her jaw. Her eyes flutter shut, a shiver coursing through her.
Slowly, I tighten my hold enough to let her feel the loss of control she craves.
“Put your hand around my wrist,” I instruct her. “If it gets to be too much, pull me off you. Got it?”
“Okay,” she agrees, eyes hazy with lust.
“I’ll be careful,” I promise. “I’ll never cut off your airflow, but I need to know you feel safe with me.”
Her fingers grip my wrist as I apply a bit more pressure, letting her feel the weight of my control. Her lips part in a soft moan, her trust evident.
“Such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?” I grit out, my voice husky. “Look at you taking my cock like it was made for you.”
Her head tilts back, exposing the curve of her throat to me, her lips parting with a sharp breath as I push deeper. Her nails rake against my skin, and I reward her with a deliberate stroke against her clit.
My free hand slides to her hip, anchoring her in place as I enter her pussy again, feeding her every inch. “You’re mine, Sofiya,” I growl. “Say it.”
Her breath hitches, her body trembling under me as I thrust deep, my grip steady on her neck.
She shakes her head, not willing to admit what we both know.
I freeze, and she whimpers with frustration. A dark laugh escapes me. “Keep fighting, baby. I’ll make you beg before this is over.”
Her hips roll instinctively, seeking friction, but I stay maddeningly still. “You don’t play fair,” she pouts.
“This isn’t a game, moya sladost,” I say, pressing my palm against her hip to stop her from moving. My lips trail along her collarbone, nipping at the delicate skin, and I give her throat a slight squeeze. “Say it, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
She scowls up at me, and it’s adorable. “Nikolai…” she whimpers, the sound drenched in desperation.
My smirk deepens, and I shift, angling myself to press against her G-spot. Her body trembles, her nails digging into my biceps as I take her to the brink. “We’ll see if I can’t convince you,” I croon, swirling a digit over her clit in a steady rhythm.
She bucks, eager for more, but I slow my movements, teasing her with each shallow thrust before pulling out, leaving her empty.
“Please,” she begs, her body taut with need.
I press against her clit again, just enough to keep her teetering on the edge. “Say it, or I’ll leave you like this, desperate and begging.”
“Jesus, you’re impossible.” She squirms beneath me, but I don’t move a muscle. “Fine! I’m yours, would you just fuck me already.” Her words spill out in a broken rush.
“Gladly.” With a groan of satisfaction, I drive into her hard and deep, giving her everything she’s been aching for. Bowing my back, I flick her nipple with my tongue, then draw it into my mouth with slow, deep sucks.
I grind my pubic bone into her clit, still feasting on her tits. Her eyes fly open, locking with mine.
“You feel so fucking good, your pussy strangling my cock like this.”
That’s all it takes for her climax to hit. My palm flexes around her neck, as her inner walls milk me. Her moan is raw and unrestrained as her release pulses through her.
I loosen my hold on her neck, letting her suck in air, her face flushed and radiant. With a guttural groan, I thrust deeper, locking our hips together. Her body grips me tight. My head falls back, muscles coiled as I shudder, and spill my load inside her.
Bracing my weight on my arms, I press a tender kiss to her forehead.
Her chest heaves, and I’m struck by the way she looks at me—like she trusts me, even after everything.
“Was that so hard to admit?” I murmur as I press my forehead to hers, savoring the connection. We’re both sweaty and panting like we just crossed the finish line of a race. I have a sinking feeling the moment I pull away, reality will come flooding in, and she’ll regret getting off on the dick of the husband she never wanted. The man holding her captive.
“Nikolai,” she gasps. “I didn’t really mean?—”
“Niko,” I say, keeping my eyes closed just for another moment. “It’s Niko now.”
She releases a shaky breath as I slide out of her tight cunt. When I roll to the side, her eyes dip between her legs. My cum is leaking out of her, and it’s fucking hot. She looks so beautifully ruined with her dark hair messy and puffy lips. She attempts to close her legs, but I stop her.
“Don’t you dare take this moment from me.”
I crush my mouth against hers, fierce and possessive, before shifting lower, pressing kisses to the hollow of her throat. My fingertips trace her curves as I make my way down her body. Her chest heaves as I spread her legs wider, exposing her glistening cunt.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a hoarse voice.
“I want to see if we taste as good together as I imagine we do.”
I trace her folds, my eyes glued to the spot where my seed is dripping out of her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so perfect.
I dive in with a purpose, tasting our combined pleasure, savoring every drop. My tongue glides along her slit, reveling in the taste. I circle my lips around her clit, applying enough pressure to have her squirming with frustration.
Each sound she makes sends a rush of fire through my veins. Her fingers dig into my scalp, her breath coming in pants, as I hold her in place, licking out her cunt as if I’ll never get enough.
When her cries grow louder, I nip at her sensitive bud, giving her what she wants. Her legs clamp around my head, her entire frame shuddering, coming apart under my mouth.
“Open up for me. You’re going to take my cum.” I seal my mouth over hers. My tongue slides between her lips, coaxing her to taste the mixture of us together. She hesitates for a moment before she deepens the kiss, her fingers weaving into my hair.
Her reaction is pure need, as raw and unfiltered as my own. When I pull back, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed. She’s mine in every way, and I won’t let her forget it.
My thumb brushes the corner of her lips. “See how good we taste?”
She nods, looking a little shy, and I pull her closer. For a moment, she melts against me, but it doesn’t last. Soon, her body stiffens, tension creeping into her shoulders.
“I should go,” she says quietly.
She makes a move to leave, but I slide a hand around her waist. “Go where? You belong in my bed. You’re my wife.”
A ragged breath slips from her. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. This changes everything.” I grab her chin and force her to look at me.
“Niko…” Her voice is barely a whisper, holding emotions I can't decipher.
I exhale, moving an auburn strand of hair from her face. “You scared the shit out of me. I hated finding you like that,” I admit. My chest constricts, picturing her body, pale and shivering in the rain.
Fear gripped me in a way I haven’t felt since I was ten years old, and I came home to find Sergey pinned against the living room wall. Our mother’s latest boyfriend, a brute named Viktor, had Sergey by the throat, yelling about stolen money. I was too small to do anything but scream at him to stop, my voice cracking as I begged. I can still see the blood dripping from Sergey’s nose, the bruise forming on his cheek.
That helplessness and panic. It all rushed back the moment I saw Sofiya slumped against a tree.
“It was a mistake,” she admits. “I needed to get out of my head for a little while. To feel like I wasn’t trapped here.”
“Don’t ever risk your life like that again,” I say. “Emil has a broken nose because of it.”
Her eyes widen. “Are you kidding me!”
“He failed at his only job—keeping you safe.”
“It wasn’t his fault. I ran off before he could have stopped me.”
I shake my head. “That’s not how this works. If you’re under his watch, you’re his responsibility. End of story.”
Her mouth opens to argue again, but my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I glance at the screen. “I asked Dr. Safin to come back. I want her to look you over again this morning. She’s here now.”
Sofiya’s cheeks flush as her gaze darts to the rumpled bed. “She can’t come in here! It smells like… like…”
“Sex?” I offer, grinning.
She groans, covering her face with her hands. “I don’t want her to see me like this!”
I laugh. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
She rolls her eyes, muttering, “You’re impossible,” and moves to grab her clothes. But the moment she stretches, she winces.
“Ankle still sore?” I ask, softening my tone.
“A little.”
“Let me help you.” I scoop up her clothes and dress her carefully, pressing a soft kiss to her lips when I’m done. “I’ll give you space for the doctor to look you over, but when she’s finished, be ready for me to eat that beautiful pussy of yours for the rest of the day.”