Chapter 5 #2
She was mine.
Only mine.
I ripped her silk nightgown open with a savage yank, the fabric tearing like a scream in the quiet room.
Threads snapped and fluttered to the floor, exposing her pale skin to the flickering firelight.
Noelle turned her face away in humiliation, tears sliding silently down her cheeks, but I wasn't having that.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her head back, making her eyes meet mine.
"Look at me," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.
"Watch how I claim you, how I mark your body and soul with my brand.
You're mine, Noelle. Every goddamn inch. "
She whimpered, her bound hands straining against the leather belt tied to the bedpost, but I didn't give her a second to breathe.
My mouth crashed down on hers, bruising, demanding, my tongue forcing its way in like I owned her—which I fucking did.
Her body arched under me, half resistance, half something darker that made my blood boil hotter than hell.
I trailed rough kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, feeling her pulse hammer against my lips like a war drum.
Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, and I could smell her fear mixed with that faint, intoxicating scent that was all her—sweet, floral, and utterly addictive.
The fire in me built, uncontrollable, a raging inferno that demanded release.
I lowered my head, my gaze locking on the trembling peak of her breast. It was perfect, pink and begging for my attention, heaving with every shaky inhale.
I leaned in, gentle at first, like a kiss, my lips closing around that sensitive bud, sucking softly, my tongue flicking over it in slow, deliberate circles.
She let out a moan she couldn't hold back, her body betraying her completely, hips twitching involuntarily against mine.
That sound—it drove me wild, a raw, needy whimper that sent a jolt straight to my cock.
The moment I felt her quiver under my touch, her nipple hardening in my mouth, my eyes darkened with primal hunger.
I opened my mouth wider and bit down hard on the tender flesh just beside the tip, my teeth sinking into her soft skin like it was mine to ruin.
Noelle screamed, a sharp, piercing cry that echoed off the walls, raw and desperate.
Her body bowed up violently, arching like a bowstring pulled taut, straining against the belt that yanked her back down with a merciless snap.
I didn't let go, biting deeper, savoring the way her flesh gave under my teeth until the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, sweet and rusty, a coppery rush that made my dick throb.
Finally, I pulled back, licking my lips clean, watching the red imprint bloom on her breast like a fresh brand, angry and vivid against her pale skin.
I leaned in close, my breath hot against her ear, my voice a low, menacing whisper.
"Remember this lesson, Noelle? Now you've got my mark on you.
It's permanent. You'll never wash it away, no matter how hard you try. "
She collapsed against the mattress, her chest heaving in uneven gasps, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, like she'd checked out entirely, her spirit shattered into a thousand pieces.
But then she shifted, turning her head slowly, those brown eyes fixing on me with an icy, almost eerie calm that sent a chill down my spine.
Her lips curved into the faintest smirk, a ghost of a challenge, like she was mocking me silently.
Like she was saying, Is that all you've got, Kholod Morozov?
Your punishment ends here? Just a bite and some empty threats?
That look—it pissed me off to no end, but damn if it didn't make me laugh, a dark, bitter sound that rumbled from my chest like thunder.
This woman, so fucking defiant, even now, even after everything.
It ignited something feral in me, a beast that clawed its way to the surface.
I surged forward, grabbing her thighs with bruising force and prying them apart, pinning them down with my weight so she couldn't move an inch.
"You think that's it?" I snarled, my face inches from hers, my breath mingling with her tear-stained one.
"Let me show you what my real punishment looks like, you insolent little thing. "
My hand slid between her legs, fingers brushing her core, feeling the heat radiating from her.
She was warm, but not wet enough—not slick and ready like I wanted her to be, begging for it.
I smirked, rubbing her slowly, teasing the folds with deliberate strokes, parting them to expose her fully.
"Look at you, all tied up and still acting tough.
But your body's honest, isn't it? Gonna get you dripping for me, you little tease.
Feel that? That's me owning this pretty pussy.
" I dipped a finger inside, curling it just right, pumping in and out while my thumb circled her clit in tight, insistent loops.
"Come on, Noelle, get wet for your husband.
You know you want this cock—admit it, you dirty girl.
Imagine how good it'll feel when I stretch you wide, filling you up until you can't think straight.
" She ignored me, biting her lip hard, refusing to react, her eyes defiant, but I could feel her starting to slicken under my touch, her body betraying her stubborn pride.
Stubborn as hell, but it only made me harder.
Patience snapped like a brittle twig. I yanked my pants open, freeing myself, hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with need.
Without warning, I positioned at her entrance and thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke that made her gasp sharply.
Her walls clenched around me like a vice, hot and tight, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.
"Fuck, that's tight," I groaned, starting to move, pounding into her with relentless force.
"You submit yet, Noelle? Gonna be a good girl from now on?
Or do I have to fuck the defiance out of you, you sneaky little bitch?
Admit it—you love being my fucktoy, don't you? "
She just rolled her eyes, giving me that white-hot glare, like she was above it all, untouchable even as I claimed her.
Oh, that fueled me, stoking the flames higher.
I reached down, finding that swollen nub with my fingers, pinching it hard, rubbing relentlessly in rough circles that made her squirm.
She cried out, a sharp moan escaping despite herself, her voice breaking the air like shattered glass.
"There we go," I taunted, grinning wickedly.
"See? That's how you behave. Moan for me like the good slut you are.
Your pussy's weeping for more—listen to how wet you are.
" Her body jerked, and as another whimper slipped from her lips, raw and involuntary, I leaned in and bit her shoulder, teeth clamping down on the curve, hard enough to bruise, the salt of her skin exploding on my tongue.
She yelped, the sound mixing with her gasps, her hips bucking up involuntarily, pulling me deeper.
I switched up the rhythm, pulling out slow, teasing the tip just at her entrance, letting her feel the emptiness, building the frustration until she was clenching around nothing.
Then, I slammed back in deep—nine shallow thrusts, quick and teasing, barely grazing her depths, making her whine in frustration, followed by one hard, punishing plunge that made her whole body shake, hitting that sweet spot inside her that had her walls fluttering wildly.
"Say it," I demanded, repeating the pattern, slow and torturous, then that deep hit that buried me balls-deep.
"Tell me you've learned your lesson. Say you'll never pull that shit again, you disobedient whore.
" She bit her lip harder, trying to hold out, her breaths coming in frantic pants, but I pinched her clit again, twisting just enough to send electric sparks through her nerves, pushing her closer to the edge.
Another moan tore from her throat, louder this time, a desperate keen that filled the room, and I struck, biting down on her collarbone, sucking the skin between my teeth, leaving a dark hickey that would bloom purple and remind her for days.
"Fuck, Kholod!" she gasped, her voice breaking, trembling with the strain.
I kept up the rhythm, fast shallow pumps now alternating with slow, grinding deep ones, hitting that spot inside her over and over, the wet sounds of our bodies echoing obscenely.
Her breaths turned to pants, her bound hands twisting in the belt, nails digging into her palms. "Say it, Noelle.
Beg me to let you come. Admit you're mine and you'll behave, or I'll edge you all fucking night. "
She arched again, a desperate whine escaping, her body trembling on the brink, and I bit her other shoulder mid-moan, the taste of her skin addictive, her cry vibrating through me like a drug.
"Okay... I... I've learned," she finally choked out, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"I won't do it again. Please, Kholod... just.. . let me come... I'm yours..."
That was music to my ears, a sweet surrender that made my cock twitch inside her.
I sped up, thrusting harder, faster, the bed creaking under us like it might break.
Her body tightened, coiling like a spring, walls pulsing around me in rhythmic squeezes, and I felt her shatter, her climax ripping through her with a scream that echoed in the room, her juices soaking us both.
I didn't stop, riding her through it, drawing out every shudder, every pulse, until she was a trembling, boneless mess beneath me, gasping for air.
But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. The fire in my veins demanded more—I needed to own her completely, to drown out any thought of escape or that bastard Lorenzo, to etch myself into every fiber of her being.
I untied the belt from the bedpost but left her wrists bound together, flipping her onto her stomach with effortless strength.
She gasped, face pressed into the pillow, ass up in the air, vulnerable and exposed.
"What are you—" she started, her voice muffled and breathless, but I cut her off with a sharp slap to her thigh, the crack resounding, making her yelp and her skin bloom red.
"Shut up and take it," I muttered, my voice gravelly with lust, positioning behind her.
My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave crescent marks, bruising her creamy flesh, and I thrust back in, deeper from this angle, filling her completely, stretching her to her limits.
She moaned into the fabric, muffled but raw, a guttural sound that spurred me on.
I set a punishing pace, each slam forward jolting her body, the slap of skin on skin filling the air like rhythmic thunder.
"This is what happens when you test me," I growled, leaning over her, my chest pressing against her back, trapping her under my weight.
"You think you can sneak around? Plot with your little friends?
I'll fuck that idea right out of your head, make you forget anyone but me. "
She twisted, trying to look back, her bound hands fumbling uselessly, but I pushed her head down, holding her in place with a firm grip on her hair, yanking just enough to sting.
My free hand snaked around, finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, insistent circles that had her squirming, her ass pushing back against me despite herself.
"Feel that? That's me owning you. Every.
Damn. Inch. Your pussy's mine to use, to fill, to ruin.
" A fresh moan bubbled up from her, high and needy, and I bit the nape of her neck, teeth grazing that sensitive spot, sucking hard as she cried out, leaving another mark that would peek out from her collars, a secret brand for the world to wonder about.
I varied the speed—slow, deliberate drags out, letting her feel the emptiness, the ache of my absence, then quick, brutal thrusts that bottomed out, grinding against her cervix.
"Beg for more," I demanded, my voice rough, edged with dominance.
"Tell me you love being my dirty secret, my personal fuckdoll.
" She hesitated, her body betraying her with involuntary clenches, but another pinch to her clit broke her resolve.
"Please... more... I love it," she whispered, voice hoarse and broken, laced with shame and desire.
Satisfied, I ramped it up, pounding relentlessly, the heat building between us like a furnace.
As her moans grew frantic, climbing higher, more desperate, I bit her earlobe, tugging sharply, then trailed down to her shoulder blade, nipping sharply each time she gasped, marking her with a trail of bites that would ache tomorrow.
Her second orgasm hit like a tidal wave, clenching around me so tight it pulled my own release from me, waves of pleasure crashing over us.
I groaned, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out, hot and possessive.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths heaving like we'd run a marathon.
I rolled off, pulling her against me, her bound hands trapped between us, her body still trembling in aftershocks.
She was spent, eyes half-closed, sweat-slicked skin glowing in the firelight, but I could see the fire still simmering in those brown depths—a spark of defiance that hadn't been fully extinguished.
Good. I'd tamed her for now, broken her just enough to remember, but I knew this dance wasn't over.
She was mine, body and soul, and I'd remind her every damn night if I had to, with bites, thrusts, and unrelenting possession until she craved it as much as I did.