Chapter 14
ALINA
M y body trembled as Pavel captured my gaze.
He held me with his dark eyes as his head lowered between my thighs.
A breath caught in my throat as he opened his mouth and pushed his long tongue out, licking the seam of my lips.
The monster was teasing me, toying with his food.
"Stop," I said, the word sounding weak to my own ears.
"Ask nicely," he taunted, lifting just enough that I could see his wicked grin before he made a show of sticking out his tongue and running the point over the seam again, this time pushing in just enough to make my skin erupt into goosebumps.
It wasn't just the tip of his tongue; it was the cool silky sheets at my back, his soft warm skin against my legs.
The strength of his hands on my body and his shoulders under me.
It was his warm moist breath ghosting across my skin, even the cold metal biting into my wrists somehow adding to everything.
It was all too much and not enough at the same time, and he knew it.
He shouldn't have had this kind of control over me.
"Please," I gasped as he parted my folds with his thumbs, spreading me out for him. Exposing the most vulnerable, intimate parts of me to the cool air.
"Well, when you beg so beautifully, how can I not make you feel good? God, your cunt even smells sweet." He flicked my clit with just the tip of his tongue.
I cried out, and Jesus wept as a shock of pure bliss shot through my body.
What the hell was that? I didn't know he could make my entire body jump with the smallest flick of his demonic tongue. That was it. That had to be it.
He was literally a demon. No mere mortal man should have been able to do that.
I may have been a virgin, untouched until Pavel got me in his sights, but I had heard the stories. Except no one had warned me about that.
He ignored my pleas as I begged him to stop. Over and over again, he stretched out his tongue and flicked my clit while holding me with his dark gaze.
He was enjoying the pleasure and the torment dancing across my features. I tried to school my face, to keep it blank, unaffected, so it wouldn't encourage him. It simply wasn't possible.
The urge to scream overwhelmed me. My hips wanted to buck against his mouth. The sensation was too much, too intense. Every instinct told me to kick him away .
But I couldn't move beyond the trembling that wracked my body.
I wanted to rattle the handcuffs until people in the next room heard. Surely someone would hear? From what I could see of the hotel room it was big, but did not take up the entire floor. The wall behind the bed had to be shared with another room on the other side. Right?
I did none of those things. I couldn't.
He had me right where he wanted me, and I was powerless to escape his pull.
If I kicked him away, or drew the attention of someone else, he could stop. Or worse, he could keep going. I didn’t know how I knew, but I was sure this was only the beginning of what he could do to me.
I was locked under his spell.
He tortured me with his tongue, lash after lash, building the most intense and delicious pleasure in my core.
"Please," I chanted, not sure when my begging switched from asking him to stop to urging him to continue. I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how he could make me feel like this when I didn't want to feel like this.
How could he build so much pleasure in my veins, too much pleasure, pleasure to the point I wanted to scream, when I didn't want to be here? Why was my body betraying me?
His eyes slid closed as his devilishly long tongue slid inside of me, tasting where only he had ever even touched .
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hips arched up.
It only encouraged him.
He pushed his tongue in deeper then drew it out only to thrust back inside of me.
It was better than the gun, and not just because I wasn't afraid his tongue could kill me. Though that fear added something to it.
This was different from his fingers.
His tongue didn't stretch me to my limits like his fingers did. There was no stinging strain or even the same hard pressure against my G-spot. The pressure built like it did before, but this was different. Better. Less intense yet more overwhelming.
When my thighs trembled on his shoulders, he moved back to licking my clit.
He kept me on the edge of oblivion but never let me tumble over.
He was ruthless. Working me until I was ready to scream and see God just to force me back down to earth, denying me that pleasure.
"Beg," he demanded.
I clamped my jaw shut, refusing.
I was not going to beg for him.
That wasn't who I was.
I was lying to myself. I had already begged him to stop, to never stop, but I didn't want to let him know he was breaking me.
He may have been violating everything I knew about myself, changing me in ways I couldn't understand, but I was not going to give him that .
Not again.
He let out a dark little rumble that I felt as much as heard.
Damn him, that rumble pushed me even higher. Until my thighs ached and I needed it. If he didn't relieve that pressure soon, I was sure my body would just spontaneously combust.
"Beg," he growled again, his intense dark eyes on my face.
There was something so erotic about making eye contact while his tongue was inside me. I just knew that I would remember this moment for the rest of my life. It didn't matter whether I lived only another few hours, or a few more decades. Nothing was going to top this moment.
Every time I closed my eyes, I was going to see those dark eyes staring up at me from between my legs while he held my life in the palms of his hands.
"Please." The words escaped my lips unbidden. I pressed my lips together, sinking my teeth into them to stop them from betraying me like the rest of my body was.
Amusement sparkled in his eyes as he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud over and over until I gave him the orgasm he demanded.
My back bowed hard enough to lift my shoulders and my hips off of the bed, my weight balanced between my heels digging into his back, and my wrists pulling at the handcuffs.
Even the sharp shock of pain from the metal clamped around my wrists, radiating down my arms into my spine, just added to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. An edge that seemed to intensify each wave so much more.
I didn’t know if I screamed, or if I cried out, or if my beautiful agony was completely silent. I knew that it took what seemed like an eternity for the waves of pleasure to finally subside enough for me to release the tension in my back and land softly back on the mattress.
The moment I did, I was filled with shame.
This man had threatened to kill me…multiple times.
He was a murderer and a villain.
More than that. He'd stripped me of my dignity, forcing me to suck his cock in a dark office. Then he stalked me to my second job, where he bent me over to spank me, tortured me in the most intimate ways, shamed me in front of everyone at that club, and then kidnapped me.
Not just kidnapped me. He put a hood over my head, making sure I couldn't see or hear anything as he paraded my naked form out of the privacy of the champagne room.
He only covered me to go outside, and I suspected that was less about my modesty and more about making sure a cop didn't try to take me from him for indecent exposure.
I'd never been so scared in my life.
He pushed me past my limits and there was no sign of him slowing down.
No one had been this controlling, this terrifying in my life. No one had ever stripped me of my agency so completely .
Even when those thugs broke down my apartment door to threaten me over my father's gambling debts.
They allowed me to act as an adult. They pretended like I had some control over my actions, my body. Even as they demanded I pay my father's debts, locking me into a life of misery, but still. They treated me like a person.
Pavel treated me like a thing, a thing he could control, a thing he could steal with no repercussions. And then he showed me how little control I had—not only over what happened to me, but over how I responded.
How was it even possible for me to freaking come?
How could he make me feel things that were so depraved and yet so intense?
I should have been too terrified to respond to him at all, but here I was.
Naked, chained to a bed and instead of shaking in fear, my body was shaking with the aftereffects of the second orgasm he had pulled from my unwilling body.
The man really was sent straight from hell. Another punishment I suffered in place of my father.
My fingers curled into fists as I fought my bindings even as each delicious aftershock rolled through me.
Reality crashed over me when he reared up, keeping my ankles balanced on his shoulders and positioning his massive cock at my entrance.
"My turn."
"Wait!" I cried out, not ready for that, not wanting him to take my last shred of innocence, of dignity.
Maybe if I could tell him before, he wouldn't?—
He thrust in deep, cutting off my thoughts completely.
He impaled me on his cock, taking my virginity in one harsh push .
A single intense, white-hot spike of pain tore through me, disintegrating whatever pleasure was still flowing through my veins.
"What the fuck?" He dropped my legs, forcing them apart so he could drape his body over mine, pinning me down as he grabbed my hair and forced me to face him.
"Are you a goddamn virgin?" He growled the question like he was enraged by the anticipated answer.
Probably mad he didn't realize he could have sold me for a higher price.
I was so scared I couldn't answer.
I couldn't confirm what he had just taken from me.
Tears trailed down my face as his features twisted in anger.
I didn't need to answer him.
He pulled out of me, and the evidence was there in the smeared blood on my inner thighs and his cock.
He stared down between us for a moment, then turned back to me.
Slowly, his fury melted away, shifting into something far more sinister, far more dangerous.
Pleasure, pride, and possessiveness masquerading as affection.
"That's my beautiful girl," he purred, leaning down to place a kiss on my neck. "Saving this sweet cunt just for me."
I wanted to scream and yell that it hadn't been for him.
That he had taken something important from me with force.
But I was too afraid of him.
What else was he going to do to me? The way he was looking at me now was… intense. Not just with desire, but something deeper, more sinister and unhinged. Something closer to obsession.
Bracing his forearm on the side of my head, he leaned down and placed a wet kiss over my nipple. "Brace yourself, baby, this is going to hurt."
My hips bucked as I cried out, "No!".
Ignoring my plea, he thrust in again.
Hard. The pain was still there, still intense, but less so.
This time, he didn't stop. My body rocked with each punishing thrust. The pain morphing into something more. Another sign that I couldn't even control my own body.
All the time, he sucked and bit my breasts while whispering to me in Russian. It was cruel that his deep, guttural voice sounded so fucking sexy. For all I knew, he was telling me all the ways he planned to dispose of my body afterward.
Or he was describing in horrific detail the things he was going to do to me before selling me as a pet to some sadistic animal.
But I couldn't help my response to every guttural word and every kiss or bite to my breasts.
Just like I couldn't help the way my core tightened around him, pulling him back in every time he pulled out. I couldn't help the way the pain had completely dissolved and pleasure took over. Deep-seated, intense pleasure.
Like everything else was to get me ready for this. For his cock to reach the itch inside of me I didn't know needed to be scratched as he pushed in deeper and harder than I thought possibl e
God help me, I came again.
Screaming as my hips rose to meet his thrusts. Obviously, I had very little sexual experience, but I couldn't imagine anything beating this for its dark intensity.
Everything about this was wrong, but no matter how much my mind screamed that I hated it, my body loved it.
I couldn't deny the way my body tightened around him, pulling him deeper, never wanting to let him go until he gave me what his thick cock promised with every thrust.
It promised more.
More pleasure, more satisfaction.
He ground down, angling his cock to press against my G-spot while he angled my hips so every thrust pressed against my clit as well, making my head spin.
Using both his forearms, he rose above me as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
"That's right. Take it all. I am going to be the first, the only man to come inside this tight little cunt and mark it as mine. You were made for my cock."
"Oh, no! Please don't come inside of me! I'm not on birth control!" I panicked, pushing against his chest, trying in vain to push him away from me.
"Too late, babygirl." He gritted his teeth before throwing back his head.
Veins strained in his neck as he roared something in Russian and came deep inside of me.
I could feel it. Rope after rope of his hot come shooting straight into my womb.
How much worse could this day get?