Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
V adim
I’d tasted something that didn’t belong to me or at least shouldn’t.
Forbidden.
Fuck.
A fool. That’s what I was.
But damn it, the scent of Caroline’s perfume lingered on my skin, my cock still aching from being inside of her.
And I wanted more.
To ravage her and indulge in every morsel as if I really did possess her.
As I rubbed my face, I headed to the bar, furious with myself but more elated than I’d been in one hell of a long time. She was the reason.
Her young, lithe body and willingness to yield to my every sadistic need.
I’d established a long time before that I wasn’t a good man, but taking advantage of a girl had never been something I’d fallen so low as to do. Yes, Caroline had enjoyed our passion as much as I had, but I was a fool to think I was doing anything other than playing with fire.
Eventually, one or both of us would get burned.
I’d barely gotten dressed before leaving the room. Not as a coward but as a man determined not to fall prey to caring about anyone. That was the single promise I’d made to myself that I intended on keeping.
I made a drink, taking long strides to the window in my office. I took comfort in being inside this room, more so than any other in the house. It’s the one I’d come to after the recent attack upon returning home, even sleeping on the couch instead of heading to my bedroom.
Now she was inside my sacred space.
No other woman had ever been taken there, not a single woman I’d brought to the house and over the years, there had only been a handful. I hadn’t wanted my daughters to think I’d forgotten about their mother. Nothing was further from the truth.
Drink in hand, I stood watching the storm as it started to move further away, sipping absently while I thought about the events of the last few days.
Lightning flashes still crisscrossed the sky, but the rumbles of thunder had decreased significantly. I stood with one hand on the glass, half laughing inwardly at the fact I hadn’t bothered to tuck my shirt in. There was no need to at this time of night.
I’d kept the light off, which honestly suited my mood.
I had no idea how much time had passed but the drink in my hand was low, barely any ice clicking in the glass.
At that moment I felt a presence and stiffened. I’d already decided that my impetuous behavior couldn’t continue but damn it, I wanted the woman more and more with every passing second. I cocked my head, unable to see her from where I was standing but there was no denying she was there.
“You should get some rest, Caroline. Tomorrow night we have an event to attend, and you’ll need all the sleep you can get.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said softly. I sensed she was moving closer, denying my command.
She was more than just feisty. She was one unruly woman who needed to be tamed.
The thought alone had my shaft throbbing. No woman had ever affected me to this degree.
As she came closer, I heard a slight rustle. Only when her reflection appeared in the shimmer of the outside pool lights did I realize she’d donned a robe. I hadn’t noticed anything she’d purchased on her shopping adventure, concentrating on whether or not she’d been injured. But now, as my mouth watered, it took all the control I had not to turn around.
I’d be damned if the girl didn’t take the drink from my hand, draining the last of it as she flanked my side. “Whiskey. My favorite.”
Still, a surprise. I had a feeling I would unearth several of them.
“As I said, you should at least try and rest,” I admonished.
“I don’t like storms.”
“Because of the other night?”
“Yes, but I never have. I was always certain the boogeyman came out in them, claiming unsuspecting souls much easier.” She laughed almost nervously. “I know it’s silly, but my imagination always worked overtime. My father used to yell at me for pacing my bedroom. He was a tough man.”
“You’re safe here.”
“So you say.” She turned toward me slowly, daring to crowd my space. When she placed her hand on my chest, I looked down and sighed.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Caroline, but I’m no good for you. I crossed a line that can never be crossed again.”
“Why? I’m a big girl. I can make my own decisions, you know.”
For her to be this bold, even if short-lived, was enough that I found myself losing what was left of my control. “Apparently, you’re uncertain of how to handle this world.”
“I’ve been part of this world, your world, since I became friends with Sofiya.”
“You were exposed to the opulent side of my life, including with Sofiya and Daniella. You know that. I might be many things, but I’m not the kind of man to destroy his daughters’ friendships.”
She continued to finger my shirt, even daring to slide one tip against my skin. As expected, the heat and electricity were damn powerful. But I had to end this before things got out of hand and she was suddenly considered a weakness. I pulled her hand away and as she glanced up into my eyes, I sensed more desire than I’d felt with anyone in so long it was difficult to remember when.
A part of me wanted to drag her against my chest, telling her in no uncertain terms she belonged to me and there was nothing she could do about it. How perfectly barbaric of me. My skin was painted with her scent, the fragrance of her sweet pussy juice embedded in my nostrils, the taste of ripe cherries lingering on my tongue. I’d always been the kind of man for whom one taste had been enough.
But with her… Everything was different.
She shrugged as if it was my loss and headed to the bar. Just watching her as she looked over my selection, touching bottle after bottle fascinated me. The woman was going to undo me. Of that I had no doubt.
I hadn’t shied away from doing horrible things in my life but my rational side reminded me that entering into any kind of relationship, including sexual, could only place a target on her head.
But I’d be damned if my balls weren’t tightening more than before.
“You have eclectic tastes,” she said as she poured more whiskey, leaning up against the bar as she brought the glass to her lips.
“I do. I don’t enjoy being pigeonholed into anything.”
Swallowing, she smirked and barely lowered the glass. “Interesting word. I don’t think you’re the kind of man to be pigeonholed into anything.”
I found myself walking closer, my eyes drifting to the loose sash on her robe. “I’m curious. What kind of man do I seem like to you?”
Caroline swirled the liquid in the glass and narrowed her lovely eyebrows. “Oh, you’re entirely different whether we’re talking about the man everyone else outside this household sees or the one the few people you care about see. For those you refuse to get close to or have terrified in your day-to-day business operations, you are feared. I will guess there are men who purposely head to the other side of the street if they see you. Powerful. Dangerous. Unforgiving. You are definitely a take no shit kind of man. Now, women on the other hand. Well, they likely throw panties at you no matter where you are, and I’m not talking about the kind of women who walk the streets. You could have any single woman you wanted on this earth.” She took another swallow, her eyes lighting up.
“You have a fascinating view of how effective I am attracting women.”
The way she rolled her eyes and huffed was far too adorable. “Don’t try that with me, Vadim. You’re a highly intelligent man. You know how damn good looking you are and given your wealth and influence, there isn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t agree to have your babies. Or just fuck you.”
The woman had me chuckling.
“And for those who know me well?” I continued walking closer.
“It’s multi-layered. For the men who’ve worked with you for years, there is utter respect and loyalty. However, they aren’t stupid either. They won’t dare cross a line for fear of retribution. Now, those closest to you highlight a completely different man. You’re a pussycat, easily driven by the love of your family and the need to protect. You’re also smothering of those you worry about, making it difficult for them to make choices on their own without your interference. But, when one of them pouts, you melt like a big, juicy marshmallow; you know the kind. Ooey gooey inside. I would say lickable but that’s a little too… icky considering two of those people I was mentioning are your daughters.”
Dear God. When she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, I heard a slight growl roll up from the depth of my being. She was having a good time teasing me in a very different way, which was driving me crazy and she knew it.
“A very fascinating assessment. Have you thought this way ever since you’ve known me?” Now I was crowding her space, gathering a strong whiff of the same desire as before as well as what lingered of our hot sex.
“Oh, you scared me at first. You were so huge and menacing, rarely talking to me anyway. I was certain you’d end up in my nightmares.”
“What do you think now?” I took the drink from her hand this time, pulling the rim to my lips. We were studying each other extremely intently.
Caroline dared to defy me all over again, rolling just the tip of a single finger down the side of my neck, swirling it around my Adam’s apple before allowing it to disappear into my open shirt. “Now? I know for certain you’re a raging lion who hungers to tame someone but also, you’ll die in order to protect them. Sadly, you can’t let go because of your past. You refuse to give a damn about anyone other than your daughters.”
“That’s not necessarily true but ninety-nine percent of your characterizations are correct.” Shockingly, I didn’t stop her as she unfastened an additional button on my shirt. However, I did find myself brushing the fingers of one hand down her side closer to the sash, twirling one in the loop.
“How so?” She grabbed the glass once again, taking a huge gulp before carefully placing the tumbler on the bar.
“Mmm… Caring is difficult in my position. While most of my old enemies are respectful of families, as you’re already seen firsthand, there are those in today’s regimes who couldn’t care less. Just another weakness to target. Imagine how they’d react if they believed I’d found a more intimate interest.”
“Don’t try and kid me, Vadim. You couldn’t care less about what anyone else thinks.”
My God, the woman had me pegged. Unable to stop myself, I tugged on the sash of her robe. “You are correct about that but putting a beautiful woman’s life in danger for any reason is unacceptable even for a man like me.”
“What else is unacceptable?” She couldn’t resist our connection either it would seem, and certainly refused to follow my earlier command.
“Disobedient girls I’m trying to protect.”
“Mmm… Since I’m not that girl you shouldn’t have any worries.” As she pursed her lips, she stuck out her tongue until just the tip was visible.
Her coy attitude had a way of making me laugh. “ Vy ochen’ neposlushnaya zhenshchina, kotoruyu nuzhno priruchit’ .”
“You have me at a disadvantage, although hopefully you know your daughter taught me conversational Russian.”
“Then what did I say?”
“Something like I’m a very disobedient woman who needs to be tamed.”
“Nice,” I mused. “You are correct. I guess I’ll need to speak to my daughter in great length.”
“But here’s the thing about your summation,” she cooed and slid underneath my arm. “You’ll need to catch me first. Oh, and before I forget. Can I bring a date to this event you’re taking me to? I mean since we’re not together and all.”
At that moment, something broke loose inside of me, the ability to resist her gone and the longing to keep her protected high. When she started to dart away, I grabbed her arm with ease, swinging her around and crushing her back against my chest. I placed one hand around her throat and finished untying the sash with my other.
In choosing against rationality, I accepted the risks, and they were significant. However, if she dared believe I would ever allow her to be with another man, especially in my presence, she was sorely mistaken.
I used my nose to slide her hair aside, nuzzling against her ear. “Hear me, zavetnyy . You are going to that party with me. As my date. And if another man so much as looks at you, I will kill him. Do I make myself clear?”
“Maybe,” she whispered in her sensual, husky voice.
“Then I guess I’ll need to teach you another lesson.”
The little vixen slid both her hands to my thighs, rubbing up and down while shifting her hips back and forth.
“My bad girl is turned on.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Hungry for more.”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”
I slipped my hand between the folds of her robe, rolling a single finger around her clit. As she bucked slightly, her moans increasing, she started to ride my hand. I chuckled harshly as I thrust my fingers inside a few seconds later, marveling in the way her pussy muscles clamped down. “Then you need to say you belong to me.”
“I…”
I pumped harder, using three fingers and flexing them open. “Good girls get what they hunger for, but only if they obey.”
“You said I couldn’t be obedient.”
“Oh, I think you can. Say it, Caroline. Tell me you belong to me.”
She gripped my legs, digging her fingers into both. “Yes. Yes. I belong to you.”
A moment of true savagery rushed up from the depths and I pumped a few additional times before needing to take more of her, my desire spiraling. The moment I removed my hand, I yanked off her robe, allowing gravity to take the silky material to the floor.
Fisting a handful of her hair, I moved us both forward and tossed her over the edge of my desk. It took me no time to unfasten my pants, freeing my throbbing cock. I cracked my hand across her bottom several times until she whimpered before I stroked my cock for a few seconds. When I was finished with being patient, I drove my shaft deep inside her pussy.
The force almost knocked the wind out of both of us. This was completely sinful, my mind a filthy blur as I powered into her in long, brutal strokes.
She pushed up from my desk, meeting every rough thrust.
Everything about this moment was entirely different, my mind remaining foggy as I fucked her like a crazed animal. I closed my eyes, savoring every squeeze of her pussy and just how hot she was.
Being this crazed had its benefits, my ability to stay hard not surprising around her. She had me jacked up, the adrenaline rush pushing me to drive her boundaries to the breaking point. I sensed she was falling into a moment of bliss and continued as her breathing changed, her breath stolen.
Yet she continued to mewl softly, driving me mad with the sound.
When she suddenly orgasmed, a smile crossed my face.
“Oh. Uh. Uh. Yes. I…” She laughed, gasping for air as the single climax continued for almost a full minute. Even as she tried to slide down from the precipice, I pushed her harder.
“Come for me again, feisty one. Come now.”
Whether or not she wanted to obey my command, she did. This time, she cried out in pleasure, her entire body shaking.
As she started to push up from the desk again, I pressed my hand on the small of her back, leaning over. “Not so fast. I’m not done with you. You’re right that I take what I want and right now, I crave your tight little asshole.”
Given her limited experience, I knew I had to be careful even though I wanted nothing more than to ruthlessly drive my cock inside her dark hole. Fortunately, the beast didn’t win out and I managed to slowly push my cockhead into her tight confines.
“Oh. God. Oh. It hurts.”
“Just breathe, baby. It’s going to feel so good soon.” I kept one hand wrapped around her hair, using it as a tether while I drove in my cock an inch at a time.
Her squirms and moans only fueled the darkness, but I maintained my control.
For now.
The moment I thrust the remaining two inches inside, she issued a series of sensual whispers. There was nothing like being balls deep inside a woman’s asshole, but this was even more special. I held my shaft in position until her body started relaxing, pulling out once again until just the tip was inside.
When I plunged into her again, she scratched the surface of my desk with one hand. All I could think about was the luscious woman doing that to my back.
I allowed myself to become lost in the sensual moment, riding her long and hard, enjoying the dazzling sensations. “Fuck.” I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
After smacking her bottom a few additional times, I finally allowed myself to release, spewing hot cum into her tight asshole. Her muscles pulled me in even deeper, strangling me more than before.
I needed to fill her with every last drop. As soon as I did, she shuddered, laughing softly as if she was worn out.
Now she should be able to sleep easily. Goddamn, I liked the thought of her going to sleep with my cum deep inside.
A wash of images and frustrations rolled through me. What in the fuck was wrong with me? I had to be losing my mind. But the vibrations of electricity remained and I wasn’t ready to break away from her just yet.
As I planted my body over hers, she turned her head to nuzzle against my stubbled chin.
I stroked her arm for a little while until we both returned to normal breathing. Perhaps I was a bigger fool than I cared to admit.
Backing away, I bent down and grabbed her robe, easing it over her shoulders.
“Try and get some rest, Caroline. The storm is passing.” The only thing I hadn’t believed until now was how difficult it would be to separate my emotions from doing my job.
That included protecting her.
As soon as I backed away, she struggled to get to her feet.
I didn’t bother looking at her as she tied the sash, returning to the bar. Now I hated myself for what I’d done and what I was about to say to her. Yes, it would confuse the fuck out of her. Hell, it would drive me more than insane, especially if a man touched her. However, for now, I had to face our harsh reality whether either one of us wanted to or not.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning your entire demeanor just shifted all over again. Why?”
Sighing, I rubbed my eyes. I was certainly exhausted. “What I told you about the level of danger is real, Caroline. I’ve agreed to protect you against the fuckers trying to do this, but I can’t do that without any trust in myself.”
She was taking cautious but deliberate steps in my direction. In the limited stream of light, I was able to catch her expression.
Confusion.
Disbelief.
Fury.
“You mean around me,” she hissed.
“Yes.”
“So spit it out, Vadim. What are you trying to say?”
“That protecting you won’t be a possibility if I’m fucking you.”
The tension between us increased tenfold. “Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
“Yes, I’m certain you did, and that you understand the meaning of my words.” I turned toward her. “Right now, this can’t happen again.”
“Right now? So you’re assuming I’ll wait until your mood swing hits again. Is that it?”
I didn’t answer.
“Is that fucking it?”
“Yes, I lost control and that wasn’t good for either one of us.”
“In whose world, Vadim? Not in mine.”
I knew she couldn’t understand. How could she?
She laughed softly as she turned her head. I was surprised she wasn’t pushing or whining about what had to be. “Let me get this straight. You used me. My body for your twisted satisfaction. Right?”
“Don’t look at it that way.”
“Then how am I supposed to look at it?”
“As me protecting you to the best of my ability.”
Her smile surprised me until I noticed it was laced with venom. And the moment she cracked her hand across my jaw, I knew she had to do so to try to make herself feel better.
“I hate you, Vadim. I really do. I don’t know what I was thinking but the yin and yang of you is driving me crazy. You’re right. This will never happen again.”
Quickly tying the sash and after giving me another disgusted look, she walked out.