Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Serena
“ F uck, how I want you. Here. Now.”
Anton’s words hung in the air like a loaded gun pointed directly at my heart before ricocheting through my body. I repeated them in my head as he led me to his bedroom, the ache between my legs nearly unbearable.
When we reached the primary suite, he reached for the switch on the wall. After he adjusted the dimmer, a romantic glow flooded the space, casting long shadows over the sleek lines of his bedroom furniture. He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling them back just enough to reveal his muscular forearms.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. Then, he left the room.
I stood there, unsure what I should do, as I listened to the faint clink of glass from down the hall. A moment later, I heard the pop of a cork. When he returned, he was holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. He handed me the wine, his fingers grazing mine just long enough to send a curl of heat through me.
He took a slow, deliberate sip before setting his glass on the nightstand. I watched as he crossed the room to the console table and pressed a button. Soft music filled the air, haunting and cinematic. It unfolded like a slow-burning storm with a ghostly piano melody.
Each note lingered in the air like a whispered secret as Anton returned to me. I caught the scent of sweet, oaky whiskey on his breath. He stepped closer, his gaze dark with intent, making him look dangerously sexy. I exhaled slowly, feeling the sexual tension stretch tighter than ever.
This was it—the point of no return.
My mind spun with possibilities, trying to decide if I wanted out of this impossible situation. I was torn between giving in to this burning desire to finally be with him and holding onto my principles. Whichever path I chose, I would have to sacrifice something. The thought made my heart race and my cheeks flush with anxiety. But as I looked into Anton's intense gaze, I couldn't deny that I wanted tonight to happen.
I craved him. Desperately. And I couldn’t recall a time in my life when I needed anything more.
Anton shifted to sit on the bed, pulling me down beside him and looping my legs over his lap. Then he kissed me—lightly at first, but it was a graze that drove me completely wild. I whimpered against his lips, and he seemed to take that as encouragement. Within mere seconds, the kiss went from seductive to feverish. He was passionately demanding, taking what he needed.
I was acutely aware of the music as it progressed. The percussion grew heavier, a heartbeat-like rhythm that pulsed beneath the melody, creating a sense of urgency that matched our heated kiss. I gave willingly, allowing our tongues to dance as his hands moved possessively up and down my back. They progressed over my ribs and to my waist, skimming the sides of my breasts on the way down. I shivered at the contact, the fervent ache between my legs building to impossible heights.
Shifting my position, I raised my skirt so I could straddle his hips. He gripped my hair at the roots, the pull a sweet ache as he tugged my head back. He nipped his way across the line of my jaw, his hot breath a whisper on my neck before moving down to my cleavage.
He pulled down a strap of my black satin tank with one hand, while his other ran up my leg and under my skirt. He massaged my thigh, shoving my skirt further up as he went, brushing past the strap of the lace thong at my hip and around to cup my nearly bare behind. He held me firmly, pulling my tank down to expose a red lace-covered nipple.
“I like you in lace,” he murmured. “But I think I’ll like you without it even better.”
Using one finger, he pushed down the cup of my bra until my breast was bare. Sliding my other strap down, he repeated the process until my chest was completely exposed. My nipples pebbled from the appreciative way he gazed at them. A moan escaped me as he leaned in to kiss the area around one tightened peak.
He kneaded my breasts, pinching the erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger before capturing one with his teeth. I hissed at the same time he slid a finger under my panties. The throbbing between my spread thighs intensified, and I ached to be satisfied.
“Anton, I need you to touch me.”
“I will, princess. I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you spread out before me for too long. I want to look at you—all of you. Then I’ll touch you. Taste you. Claim you,” he said, punctuating each statement with a kiss.
“Yes.” The word came out as an exhale as my head lolled back. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I was already completely lost to this man.
Grabbing hold of my hips, he lifted us both from the bed with little effort. Setting me on my feet, he looped one finger through the side of my thong and said, “Time to take these off.”
He tugged my panties to my feet so I could step out. He kissed his way back up my legs, starting near my ankles, then moving his lips over my knees until he reached the apex of my thighs. A fire burned in my belly, and I couldn’t think straight. But instead of putting his tongue where I wanted him to, he continued his tease by slowly pulling my skirt down my legs and kissing every inch as he went.
Once I was completely exposed from the waist down, he removed my tank and bra, leaving me stark naked in front of him.
Stepping back, he cast a look of admiration over my body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I blushed, but it wasn’t because I felt self-conscious. The flush was born from desire. There was something about him that made me feel confident in a way I never had before. It was incredibly liberating.
Taking me by the waist, he surprised me by pushing me back toward the bed and tossing me until I felt the cool satin under my backside. I hadn’t expected to be treated like a ragdoll, but I couldn’t say that I minded it.
Anton crawled over my body, using one hand to raise my arms above my head. His onyx eyes held steady on my gaze as he pinned my wrists together. Then he leaned down, crushing his mouth so hard to mine, I was sure my lips would be swollen tomorrow. I kissed him back with the same urgency, our tongues dancing as I became acutely aware of the strain of his erection through his pants.
I shifted a leg up to loop it around his hips, needing to feel the friction against my bare sex. I tried to pull my hands free so that I could grip his hips, but he kept them firmly pressed against the bed.
“Keep them above your head. You’re mine, and for tonight, I’m in charge. You’ll only touch me when I tell you to, or I’ll bind these wrists together.”
His words elicited a gasp from me. Whenever he stated the unexpected, all thoughts seemed to escape me. This time was no different. Bondage wasn’t anything I’d ever gotten into, but the idea was unexpectedly arousing. I wanted him to tie me up.
So, I let my inhibitions melt away, losing myself to the moment—to him.
Keeping my arms above my head, I arched my back as he nipped his way around my collarbone. His free hand brushed along the curve of my breast, pausing only to flick at a tight peak before sliding down over my stomach to the juncture of my thighs. When he ran a finger through my wet slit, my breath caught, a gasp of unadulterated pleasure.
His fingers began a slow circle around my clit as he moved down my body. He didn’t stop until he was kneeling on the floor, positioned between my legs that dangled over the edge of the bed.
“Open wide for me, princess. I want to look at your pussy.”
Holy hell.
Doing as he asked, I spread my legs. Never before had I felt so free. It was as if I’d waited a whole lifetime for this moment.
Pushing my knees up with both hands, he spread my thighs further. Then he returned to the slow exploration of my most intimate parts, lazily circling my clit with his thumb. He spread the moisture around before sliding two fingers inside, stretching me for the invasion that was yet to come.
I moaned as my back arched and stomach tightened. I was coming apart at the seams.
“You like this?”
“Yes, don’t stop!” I begged shamelessly .
Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against my folds as his fingers dug into my thighs. Instantly, an electric shock surged through my body, extracting a cry from my lips. His tongue pushed in and out of me, flicking and filling me with the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.
“Come for me, Serena,” he murmured between licks. “Then I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
Fire coursed through me at his words, the ache turning into something vicious. I needed to know what he’d feel like inside me. The idea of him filling me and finally satisfying this desperate need I had for him was enough to send me reeling over the edge.
“I’m there!” I gasped. The words had barely passed my lips when wave after wave of the sweetest, most intense ecstasy careened through me. It started low and deep, bursting in a display of a thousand colors. My body shuddered and convulsed, but Anton didn’t stop the merciless flicks of his tongue. I squirmed, but he held me to the spot. With his firm grip on my hips, his tongue moved, slowing to a tortuous ache.
“Come again,” he ordered.
It was as if my mind, heart, and body were not my own, but something only he commanded. It wasn’t long before the tightening sensation began to build deep in my belly once again. As he sucked on my clit, his fingers circled my walls. The second orgasm was just over the horizon, but he kept me on edge, never quite allowing me to get there. I bucked involuntarily, craving the relief he was teasing. I was beyond the point of wanting.
I reached down and gripped his hair. Much to my dismay, he pulled back.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered.
“Dammit, Anton,” I cursed, throwing my arms back on his order. He was driving me insane. I was beyond desperate, completely lost in an ocean of sensations .
I felt the curve of his smile against my folds as he returned to finish what he’d started. He plunged his fingers deeper into my core and increased the intensity of his tongue. When he pulled his fingers out, slipping them down to apply gentle pressure against my back entrance, there was no holding my cry of pleasure. What he was doing to my body was more than just sinful. I was sure to go straight to hell after tonight.
Within seconds, my insides constricted, and my mind went hazy. In one blinding moment, white-hot pleasure shot through my veins. I cried out, unable to suppress my screams.
Time stood still. Or perhaps it was slowly passing without me. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. All had lost any semblance of meaning. I was only aware of the tingling sensation all over my body as I slowly opened my eyes to see Anton standing at the side of the bed. His gaze feasted hungrily on my body as he unfastened the last button of his dress shirt.
My breath caught as he shrugged it off, the fabric sliding from his shoulders to reveal the hard, defined body I had only imagined until now. Broad and toned, every muscle seemed carved with the kind of strength that came from years of discipline. The soft glow of the bedside lamp traced the lines of his chest, the sharp cut of his abdomen, the defined curve of his biceps.
But it was the tattoo that held me captive.
Black ink stretched over his shoulder, a bold design of fascinating angles and sharp curves. It moved with him, accentuating the powerful lines of his body. At first glance, it seemed abstract, but the longer I looked, the more I could see fragments of symbols woven into the design, their meaning just out of reach. There was something primal about it, as if the ink carried a story only he knew. The details were precise, every line purposeful. The tattoo had been etched onto him with intent rather than impulse. It wasn’t just random—it belonged to him in a way that made it feel almost alive .
After he removed his pants, my gaze returned to the beautiful lines of his body. The man would make any sculptor weep. He was magnificent in every sense of the word. From his muscular thighs to the rippled power of his rock-hard abs, he was the perfect specimen of the alpha male.
He stood still, allowing me a moment to take in the rest of him. My gaze traveled down past his tapered V to settle on his long, thick erection that looked impossibly hard. When my eyes met his once more, I found a dangerous glint in his stare, those deep pools of onyx a violent inferno of desire.
His lips parted slightly as he moved to the bed, sliding up my torso and taking the lobe of my ear between his teeth. I heard a rustle, and realized he was sheathing a condom over his length. A shiver ran through me at what was about to come.
His erection pressed hard against my heat as his lips moved around to capture mine. Fisting his hand in my hair, he roughly yanked my head back to ravage my mouth. His teeth bit into my lower lip, the sharp sensation cutting through me and intensifying the ache in my belly.
I needed him inside me—right now.
He reached between us to position his tip to my entrance, and then he pushed into me with painstaking restraint. I inhaled sharply as he pierced me, stretching me inch by divine inch until he was rooted deep in my essence.
“You’re so wet. And hot. Fuck, Serena.” His guttural tone sounded almost unhinged—as if he was barely hanging on to control.
I tightened my legs around him. Taking my hands, he braced them on his shoulders and began to move inside me. As if made for each other, we easily found our rhythm. His motions were determined, matching me thrust after thrust. His rippled muscles bunched beneath my palms as he pounded into me. I didn’t think it was possible, but I was already ready to come again.
“Oh, God!” I gasped .
“Give it to me,” he growled with satisfaction. “I want to feel your nails on my back as you come. Let that sweet pussy tighten around me.”
Reaching between us, he began to circle my clit with his finger as he pushed deeper inside me. My muscles clenched involuntarily as he brought me closer and closer to that glorious peak. He knew exactly what to do to please me—hitting every pleasure point designed to torment me just long enough to ensure my climax would be cataclysmic. It was delicious, mind-blowing bliss that I’d never before experienced.
With every inch of his length buried inside me, I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was right on the cusp and could barely think, bracing myself for that spellbinding moment when I would be sent over the edge. Trembling, I lost more of myself with every passing moment. I became desperate, the promise of release all-consuming.
He pulled out and then used his strong hands to grip my hips and flip me over. It wasn’t slow or graceful—it was animalistic and desperate. His roughness didn’t bother me. It was the exact opposite. I loved this aggressiveness—the feeling of being owned.
With me on my knees, he pushed into me again with a hard thrust. Over and over again, he plunged impossibly deeper, reaching under me to grip my breasts, pinching my nipples into painful peaks.
Then his hand came down, smacking my ass once. Twice. A third time. I cried out as he drove us both toward ecstasy. I was mindless, wildly grinding against him as he powered forward until I split apart at the seams, overcome with a sensation of blinding heat.
“Anton!” I cried out.
Colors flashed before my eyes as the rush surged through me. My sensitive tissues rippled, spasming uncontrollably in a long, shattering, heart-pounding orgasm. My fingernails clawed at the sheets when I felt him tense. I matched his thrusts, waiting for the moment he would follow me into the abyss of mindless release.
With one last plunge, his body quivered before momentarily falling still. When his breath hitched, and I felt the delicious pulsating of his cock, we spiraled together as his climax burst forth.