Chapter 25
G regor
I was done playing the gentleman.
I should have known better than to go against my nature. I was after all my father’s son.
Carrying her writhing form over my shoulder, I violently kicked the bedroom door open.
“Let me go!” Samara screamed.
Storming over to the bed, I flipped her onto it. Her body bounced twice before she scrambled onto her knees.
She pushed the tangled curls off her face, her cheeks flushed with indignation and fear as she raged, “How dare you?”
I chuckled as I slipped out of my dinner jacket. “Baby, I’m about to dare a whole fucking lot more.”
Wrenching one of her high heels off her foot, she threw the shoe at me. I easily ducked, as I twisted the platinum and black diamond cuff link off my left cuff and tossed it onto the bureau top.
“You can go to hell!” She threw the other shoe at me but it fell short, tumbling off the side of the bed.
Twisting off the second cuff, I kicked off my shoes. “Only if I can take you with me.”
Shifting backwards, she climbed off my massive bed and stilled her emerald gaze, surveying the distance between the bed and door.
Loosening the knot to my tie, I pulled it from my collar. “You’ll never make it,” I growled.
I watched as her body tensed seconds before springing into motion. She launched herself toward the connecting door. Lunging, I caught her around her slim middle. Her nails scratched at my forearm through the thin linen of my shirt.
“Stop!” she shrieked.
Placing her back on her feet, I twisted my fingers into her hair and ruthlessly pulled, snapping her head back.
“Never,” I savagely vowed before claiming her unwilling mouth.
My head twisted to the side the moment her sharp teeth sunk into my bottom lip. I ran the tip of my tongue over the wound; the tang of blood only spurred me on.
Placing my large hand under her jaw, I squeezed till she let out a small whimper. “Bite me again, and I will whip you with my belt till you bleed.”
“Please, Gregor. Just let me go,” she begged.
In answer, I dragged her by her hair over to the bed, only releasing my grasp when I had her caged in between the bed and the wall.
“Snimay odezhdu,” I ordered.
Her eyes, already wide with fear, teared up as I ordered her to take off her clothes. Her body trembled but didn’t move to obey.
“A teper', prezhde chem ya sdernu s tebya odezhdu.” My voice was more vicious bark than anything else.
At my threat to tear them off her body, she finally obeyed.
Her arms reached back, but I could see she was shaking too badly to work the zipper. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I spun her around and lowered the zipper. Remembering how this evening started, had I really thought it would end any other way?
Not giving her a chance to, I pulled the garment down till it pooled at her feet. Reaching for the corset style strapless bra, I snapped the small metal hooks and tore it off her body, then caressing my knuckles up the center of her back.
Her shoulders rose as her back arched. Samara swung around, her arms covering her breasts, andher eyes narrowed. “You promised you wouldn’t take my virginity by force.”
“Trust me, malyshka, I won’t have to use force.”
Her arm lashed out to strike me. Wrapping my fingers around her tiny wrist before she could make contact, I pulled till her body slammed against my own.
Leaning down, I inhaled the citrus and jasmine perfume scent of her warm skin just below her ear.
“Fight me all you want, Samara. This is happening.”
Dragging her back onto the bed, I straddled her squirming form as I raised her arms high over her head and knotted my silk tie around her wrists, then secured them to the newel post in the center of the headboard.
Climbing off the bed, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as I surveyed her beautiful body, now on display. The swell of her hips, the gentle curve of her breasts, the creamy ivory of her skin, my diamonds glinting around her throat… everything was perfection.
“I hate you,” she seethed, even as her gaze stayed riveted on the opening of my shirt and the tattoos it exposed.
“No. You don’t. And we both know it.” I slipped the shirt off my shoulders and tossed it over a nearby chair.
Keeping my gaze steady on hers, I reached down to unbuckle my belt. As I pulled the long black leather strap through the belt loops, her thighs clenched together. Folding the belt in half, I yanked till the flat ends slapped together, renting the silence with a harsh snap.
Samara’s hips shot off the bed as she groaned.
There was nothing—absolutely nothing—good I had done in my whole wretched life to deserve such an amazingly sensual woman, but I didn’t give a damn. The fact that no other man but myself had ever touched her sent a shot of primal white-hot need straight to my already throbbing cock.
She was my possession… untouched and pure.
The only innocent thing in my twisted fucked up life.
She was mine and no one—not her father, not the Novikoffs, no one— was taking her from me.
Wrapping the leather belt around my fist, I left the final length dangling.
Reaching over her form, I trailed the soft leather over one erect nipple.
She inhaled sharply. I caressed her flat belly with the end of the belt.
As I neared her sweet pussy, her hips twisted to the side, denying me.
Raising my arm, I unraveled more of the belt from around my fist and slapped it against her ass.
Samara cried out.
As a large, dark pink mark appeared on her pale skin, I commanded, “Open your legs.”
She whimpered. “Please, Gregor. Don’t do this.”
“Open. Your. Legs.”
Her knees shifted open, but only slightly.
“Wider. I want to see what I paid for all those years ago.”
“Fuck you,” she seethed through clenched teeth.
“Well chosen turn of phrase, baby girl.”
Flattening my hand against her knee, I forced her legs open wide before whipping the end of my belt against her inner thigh.
She screamed and strained against the binds around her wrists.
Fighting my restraining hand, she tried to twist her hips and close her legs but to no avail.
I slashed the leather against her other thigh.
“Consider that your only warning. Close your legs again without permission, and the punishment will be much harsher.”
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “I’ll never forgive you for this.”
Her words were a knife to my gut, but they wouldn’t change anything. It was past time I claimed her for my own. It was selfish and cruel, but there were reasons beyond my own needs. This was the only way I could keep her safe. Every moment she remained an unmarried virgin, she was in danger.
“It’s not your forgiveness I want.”
I crawled onto the bed between her now open knees. Grinding my hips against her core, I balanced the rest of my weight on my right forearm near her head.
A shaft of moonlight from the window crossed over the bed and highlighted her beautiful emerald eyes. One day, maybe those eyes would look on me with love, but not tonight. For now, I would settle for lust.
Lifting my left arm, I ran the tips of my two middle fingers along the cold diamonds which now encircled her neck, stopping at the base of her throat.
I gently caressed her skin and could feel the flutter of her rapid pulse.
Leaning down, I ran my lips along her jaw, relishing in her sharp inhale and how her body tensed. She was fighting her response to me.
Flicking my tongue against her earlobe, I whispered, “Give in to me, malyshka.”
Tears wet her eyelashes, turning them a deep sooty black. A single tear escaped and slid down the high crest of her cheekbone. I pressed my lips along the salty trail, knowing this wasn’t the first or last time I would make her cry.
Her lips trembled. “I can’t.”
Cupping the gentle weight of her breast in my palm, I opened my mouth and breathed warm air over her pebbled nipple.
“Soznatel'nym vkusom togo, ot chego otkazyvayesh'sya.
YA proshchayu grabezh tvoy, vor nezhnyy, Khotya ty ukral vsyu moyu bednost',” I murmured in a low, dark tone, punctuating each phrase with a sweep of my tongue over the cherry nub.
Her hips ground against my own. The press of her pelvic bone against my painfully hard cock almost made me lose my resolve.
With a growl, I skimmed my teeth over her nipple before switching to the right one as I continued with the honeyed words I’d hope were soothing her fears.
“I vse zhe, lyubov' znayet, eto bol'shaya pechal'.
Snosit' lyubov' - zlo, chem izvestnuyu ranu nenavisti.
Pokhotlivaya blagodat', v kotoroy vse plokho proyavlyayetsya, Ubey menya zlost'yu; no my ne dolzhny byt' vragami.”
Samara moaned as her head tossed from side to side.
Skimming my hand over her flat belly, I pressed my warm palm against her sex.
Since I knew her Russian was not as good as my own, I repeated Shakespeare’s Sonnet Number Forty in English as I teased her entrance with the tip of my finger.
“By willful taste of what thyself refusest. I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty.”
I never understood poetry until this moment.
There was something about having the most extraordinary creature in your arms that made everyday language seem impotent and wholly inadequate.
Unique women, like Samara, were the reason why men stared at stars, scratched words on paper, and wondered at the mysteries of the universe.
I pushed my first finger into the base, feeling the tight wet clasp of her body. Her body was ready and willing if her mind was not. Slipping out, I pulled her nipple deep into my mouth at the same moment I thrust two fingers inside her untried cunt.
Samara groaned as she pulled on the binds around her wrists.
She was almost there.