Chapter 10 - Addison
“The most dangerous thing you can do in life is to play it safe.” – Casey Neistat
Silver moonlight flooded the room through the gaps in the curtain and because it was so enchanting, I couldn’t resist. I looked outside.
My heart clenched.
It didn’t matter how beautiful the stars were in the night sky or how beautiful the property was, with the bright lanterns strung from the entrance to the driveway. Nothing mattered. All I could do was stare. My freedom was not guaranteed.
With every day I spent here, I felt like I was losing my mind by the second. It was hell sitting there, staring at the ceiling, wishing that one morning I would wake up and realize that I was trapped in a bad dream. But nothing had changed.
Almost two weeks later, I was still here, in the same house, in the same room, between the same sheets, in the hands, and under the watchful gaze of Mark Varkov.
The only difference was that I had more clothes now.
Restless, I got up from the bed and paced the room in my bare feet. I hadn’t seen him since that day in the store. Although yesterday I had overheard a conversation between two of his men outside my door about boring soccer matches and a woman, they had both made out with at various times. Then they came to talk about the house and mentioned that the boss was away on business.
My heart sank at this news. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why. I had spent the rest of the day trying to convince myself that I didn’t care where he was and that I didn’t miss him.
Tonight, had been no different, but this time it threatened to drive me mad. And Logan”s sudden silence after delivering the message made the days of waiting unbearable.
I had to get out of these four walls and go for a walk. I needed to breathe.
I marched briskly out of the room, dressed only in a red silk nightgown he had bought for me. I didn’t bother with underwear. The men guarding the corridors had changed their posts hours ago.
I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to prepare some meal delicious enough to distract me and take my mind off the tormenting thoughts. But on the way there, my steps were interrupted by the sound of light music coming from one of the rooms. And that was the most unusual thing, especially because it sounded like Adele’s Someone Like You.
My ears pricked up. In all the days I had spent in this house, I had never heard anyone play music. And certainly not Adele. In a house full of guns, bombs, and violence.
The craving for food was gone. I welcomed the unexpected event with open arms and changed my mind, determined to follow the music.
I walked down the hall, mumbling a few familiar words as I moved. Honestly, it was thrilling, very exciting even; and when I finally arrived at the source, with the door partially open, I felt like one of the adventurers of centuries ago who had discovered new continents. So elated and fulfilled.
Without knocking, I pushed the door open wider and slipped inside ... The smile disappeared from my face; the joy faded like a balloon deflating.
Musk perfume.
Dark curtains at the window, silky gray sheets on the bed, and refined furnishings in the room. No further proof was needed. This was his room. The only thing that didn’t quite fit was the sound of Adele’s voice singing, ‘I wish nothing but the best for you too …’
I should have pivoted on my heels and skedaddled without looking back but, somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to. It felt comforting to be in his private space and I wrapped my arms around myself, longing to be held.
I looked around and enjoyed the feel of the soft, fluffy carpet between my toes and the cool atmosphere that the king-size room offered. Everything was as neat as its owner; nothing was out of place or cluttered. Not the shoes on the long rack in the walk-in closet, not the clothes neatly lined up on hangers, or the careful arrangement of his watches on the chest of drawers.
The surfaces were polished, and everything smelled clean; and when I decided to leave, the large oil painting of a naked woman on the wall opposite the bed caught my attention.
My eyes were glued to the painting for a while, studying the beautiful naked body stretched out on a golden, satin sheet with intricate details. I didn’t even notice when the music stopped. Someone cleared his throat behind me, and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.
“Looking for something?”
No. Freaking. Way.
I mentally slapped my forehead.
It was him—Mark. What was I thinking coming into his room like that?
Stiffly I turned around and … heaven have mercy on me. My heart skipped several beats as my eyes met his.
If I’d thought the reflection from the mirrors in the changing room was erotic, a shirtless Mark was outer-worldly. His solid chest and strong biceps looked like they were chiseled from the finest marble.
My cheeks caught fire when my gaze swept down his fair skin and followed the shimmering drops of water that trickled from his hair and ran in coherent lines down his body.
His muscles flexed, and his ripped torso contracted when he wiped his hair with a small towel. The cut ‘V’ line, sprinkled with damp hair–just enough to be sexy and manly, disappeared beneath the towel around his waist and my core flooded with a pulling sensation.
My breath caught in my throat, and I tried my best to avert my stare.
“Um, I … I ...” I stuttered. The slightest twitch formed around his mouth. It happened so fast that I almost missed it.
He swaggered toward me, cutting off the tiny bubble of air I still had. The smell of vanilla soap flooded my senses and water droplets dripped on my cheeks. At the impact, I hit my back against the dresser, and his hands steadied me with a firm grip on my waist.
His eyes danced in the low light, and his finger hooked under my chin until I was drawn into the blue depths of the unknown.
“I asked … if you were looking for something.” His voice was rough and jagged.
A surge of electricity coursed through my body at his touch. I was breathing so heavily that he could no doubt hear the air coming in and out through my nostrils.
“You don’t …” I croaked and tried again. “You didn’t have to come this close to repeat the question.”
Amusement lit up his eyes. “It’s my room. I do things my way, hermosa.”
That was a solid point. This was his room. I shouldn’t be here; I shouldn’t be here, wedged between a dresser and his hard, wet body, with his large hands firmly on my hips. His touch burned, seared through the flimsy fabric, and imprinted itself on my mind. I became uncomfortably wet between my thighs.
“I, uh… I heard you were out of town.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek.
He quirked a brow and his gaze fell to my lips. “So, you missed me and came looking for me.”
“No!” That flew out too quickly. “I meant no. I’m sorry I snuck into your room like that. It was an accident. I was roaming the halls when I heard some music and decided to check it out.”
“Ah … hm, music huh?”
The rugged, sleepy tone in his voice rumbled across my skin like wildfire, awakening every part of my body. His eyes didn’t leave my lips, nor did his hands move from my hips, his touch burning deeper and deeper until the thin fabric felt like a barrier.
I bit my lower lip, slipped slowly into temptation, and whispered. I was afraid to speak any louder so that he could hear the trembling in my voice.
“I didn’t know you listened to Adele.”
“Who?” he rasped.
My whisper grew lighter. “Adele? The music that led me here.”
His blue eyes roamed my face inching closer until our lips were only a hair”s breadth apart. My legs felt weak, and my body reacted in a way it had never done before.
“It was Tchaikovsky before that came on,” he breathed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “At least, she sings better than the bald performer.”
My brows creased and I panted. “Who?”
“Doesn’t matter.” His thumb brushed over my lower lip, gently tugging it, his eyebrows furrowed, and the muscles in his jaw pulsed as if he were trying to understand something that made no sense. “You feel that too, don’t you?”
The more seconds passed, the more frustrating it became to pretend I could keep up with the tension.
“Feel what?”
“You have a way of provoking me …This.”
He brushed his tongue over my lips, and then I felt it. A deep, pulsing heat grew between the two of us.
“You are curious. You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?”
His head was dipped, his breath fanned over my neck, and his lips were close to my ear causing a shiver to roll over me.
“You can leave, mi preciosa [my beautiful].” He went on, “If that’s what you want.”
This was insanity.
The sudden desire to press myself against him until the hardness of his length brushed against my stomach, like in the change room; the burning ache that spread, urging, and tempting me to remove the towel from his waist and feast on what lay beneath, robbed me of all rational thought.
Addison, be reasonable.
But I didn’t want to be.
The constant throbbing in my sex, the need to have him buried inside me, or how badly I wanted to kiss him. None of it made sense, but that was all I needed to reaffirm my decision,
“I don’t want to go.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt my feet being lifted off the ground and my legs dangling in the air before they went around his waist.
I opened my mouth, but only a puff of air came out as he slammed my back against the door and wrapped my hair around his fist. He tugged on it until it hurt, but even the pain gave me pleasure.
His blue irises were dark and penetrating, pinning me with a fierce need. “I should warn you, hermosa, I don’t make love. I fuck. And I fuck hard.”
“Okay.” I puffed out.
The five o’clock shadow Mark sported scraped my neck as his mouth traveled to my shoulder and he hissed, “Okay, what?”
I groaned. “Okay, fuck me.”
His wicked smile sent me on a path of no return. “With pleasure,” was all he said before capturing my lips with his powerful, oxygen-sapping kisses.
I gasped for air between each kiss and cried, “God …”
But he didn’t like that. He wanted to hear his name. He wanted to know that he was the one who made my head swim with carnal desire.
He bit my lips and dug his blunt nails into my ass. He was Rough. Angry. But I didn’t want him to stop. I kissed him back but got lost in the battle when his tongue took over.
He jammed his hips forward, spun us around, and dropped me onto the bed with a long stride.
“Mi preciosa,” he growled.
Wedged between his knees, he looked at me with such sensual ferocity that should have scared me, but instead excited me beyond measure.
I had never felt so desired before. Wanted. Sexy.
His large and dangerous hands grabbed the V-neck of my silky nightdress and before I could blink, the sound of ripping fabric echoed through the room and a cool breeze hit my skin.
Mark’s hot gaze slid over my skin and my nipples tightened as his eyes lingered there. The commanding pressure of his hands on my thighs released even more heat, igniting my awareness of my exposed naked body.
The corners of his mouth tipped up into a cocky smile. “You came ready for me, hermosa. I’m gonna fucking own you.”
My lips parted to protest and say that I had never planned this. But the words didn’t come out. His mouth traveled down my throat, sucking, and biting before taking a nipple into his warm mouth.
My head fell back, as I relished in the pure bliss.
I leaned back on my arms and watched as he unwrapped the towel. He tossed it on the floor, and I gawked at his erection. Long, thick, and veiny.
How’s that supposed to fit inside me?
“Spread, baby.”
His command sent a strange tingling to my center. A pulse throbbed, begging for pressure and friction, and my breath caught as he hovered over me.
When he saw just how soaking wet I was, his pupils dilated.
He stroked his fist up and down his cock, keeping his eyes fixated on my pussy. With his other hand, he slid down my stomach and dipped his middle finger inside me.
“So wet,” he rumbled, smearing my arousal up and down my slit.
Shit! A delicious shiver rushed through me. I was already on the verge of a climax, but I had to say this.
“Mark…” I gulped and his eyes coasted to my face. “You’re not going to fit.”
“Logan had a small dick, didn’t he?” A gruff laugh escaped him.
A blush rose on my skin. I felt embarrassed and nervous at the same time. I didn’t want to talk about Logan’s size or even think about comparing it to Mark’s. It wasn’t a competition. Sex with Logan was okayish, but deep down I knew that no one made me feel the way Mark did.
“By the time I’m done with you, I promise you’ll forget that your fiancé even has a dick.”
Without waiting for my reaction, he pushed the tip of his cock against my entrance and thrust his hips forward, just enough for me to feel his inches inside me.
My eyelids fluttered shut and I shifted my hips, hooking my nails on his shoulder and adjusting to his size. He jerked again, pulled back, and … drove in deeper. Holy shit.
“Oh …,” I gasped.
“You okay? Look at me,” he ordered.
“So big … and deep,” I panted.
He covered my mouth with his, groaned, kissed me hungrily and I could swear I felt him smile through the kiss.
Bastard.
I was already a vibrating mess. His big hand was on my breast, his fingers rolling my hard nipples. The other hand gripped my leg at his waist, holding me hostage as he pumped in and out with punishing thrusts.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he thrust deeper again. “Tell me you fucking missed me, baby.”
Tears formed at the back of my eyes. He felt so damn good; I was getting so close, but I didn’t want to let go. Not yet. I wanted to stay in the space between floating and pleasure a little longer.
“Yes, I”ve missed you.” I drew in a sharp breath.
“I know you have.”
“Mark!” His name rang out in a choppy cry.
“Give it,” he demanded and slammed harder into me.
Hot pleasure washed over me, my muscles tensed, and I trembled. I felt as if I was falling into a million pieces.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,”
My orgasm was still pulsing inside me when he quickly pulled out and turned me onto my stomach. He grabbed me by the waist, raised my hips, my ass pushed into him, and he slammed forward, pushing every inch into me without remorse, each thrust growing more intense by the second.
The bed creaked under our weight, mingling with our groans. He rode me. Tugged at my hair. Slapped my ass. His arm slid underneath me, and his fingers stroked my clit. My body was on fire, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of combustion.
Another slap on my ass, then he turned me around again, I locked my ankles under his ass, and he lifted his body off mine. His hips didn’t stop moving and one of his hands lifted my ass off the bed while the other stayed on my clit. I choked on a happy sob as his fingers circled my needy bundle of nerves, and he leaned forward sucking on my nipples.
“You’re so fucking irresistible, baby.”
“Mark …I’m … Oh God,”
I squirmed, wanting his lips on mine. And he caught the signal. His lips detached from my nipples, and we groaned into each other’s mouths. I was so close.
“Hermosa,” He growled like a wild animal.
His fingers danced on my clit as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper into me, pushing me to the edge of the cliff. I clung to him as if my life depended on it, burying my face in his neck, and waiting for him to say the magic words before I let go.
“I want you to come for me, baby. Come all over me.”
And that was all it took for the two of us to explode with nuclear force. The enormity of it was so big I feared I’d never be the same. How could I ever go back to okayish?
The next orgasm came shortly afterward when his head was between my legs. And the one after that, when he pulled me on top of him.
Mark took something from me that I would never get back. Something that wasn’t his to have but he would own it anyway.