CHAPTER 15
WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER
GRIMM
I was a ticking time bomb, but not because I was almost a hundred percent sure that someone was watching our every move closely.
I was ticking for an entirely different reason, namely that of the sight of Arella pointing a gun at me. Her calm and almost bored expression, cold even, her perfect posture, ready to shoot while her innocence struggled to push through but wasn’t strong enough to defeat the wave of adrenaline coursing through her veins, then her indignation as she told me I was exaggerating.
I was hard the second my eyes fell over her, and I didn’t know how much longer I could suppress the urge to strip her naked and sink my claws, teeth, and cock into her skin.
Questions like “Why did she have a gun?” and “Why did she know how to use it?” were put on the back burner. I would ask them, but not right away, because I knew that she needed to completely trust me before she could answer them.
Those questions returned to my head during our little argument in the car, where I could see that there were still so many things I didn’t know about her. Fuck, why did she have to be so calm in situations that made my brain hurt and turned me into a feral beast who wanted to maim and kill?
I was also sure that if she moved in with me, she would have been safe, and it would have been easier for me to look for the fucker who was watching us. I wanted to find him and skin him alive. I seriously thought about making a show of it, putting his body on display in Millennium Park in front of the Cloud Gate so the whole world could see the consequences, to witness what happened when they went after what belonged to me.
I could already picture a faceless man howling in pain as I peeled his skin off, how he would beg and shit his pants in fear.
Her sudden whimper pulled me out of my murderous thoughts, and I almost slapped myself when I saw the needle in the dashboard passing two hundred miles, but that was the only sound she made.
She was silent during the entire drive to the warehouse, and when we got there, she immediately jumped out of the car and ran inside to see her friend.
I tried not to be offended by the fact that she hadn’t kissed me, but after the conversation about her moving in with me, I assumed she was still angry with me.
~ You don’t know shit about women.
~ And you do?
~ I know not to order them around.
~ No shit.
~ They tend to get angry when you tell them what to do instead of asking nicely.
I hit the side of my head with my palm, hoping to make the fucker shut up, and stayed behind to light a cigarette and call my father.
“Hello, son,” he answered smugly.
“I heard you had an awkward run-in with a knife,” I said as I leaned against my car and stared ahead.
I rubbed my eyes when all I could see was that blue dress, how it clung perfectly to her body, how it highlighted every jaw-dropping curve.
“I’m flattered that you worry about me, but I’ve been taken care of by some very capable hands.”
I heard the familiar sound of alcohol pouring, then my father’s sharp intake of breath after he probably downed the glass.
“No shit,” I said as I stubbed out the cigarette under my boot and lit another. “Why did you do it?”
“I wanted to know who had you so tightly wrapped around her finger,” he sighed. “She’s too innocent, Grimm.”
His voice sounded pained, and I briefly thought about Amaliya and the brutal way he had lost her. I knew she was the first and last woman my father loved, in his own fucked-up way, and I also knew that he thought Arella could have the same fate given my life, but history wouldn’t repeat itself.
Not with her.
I would never allow it.
“I know.”
“She’s also hiding something,” he said matter-of-factly.
My father, the most observant being to ever walk the fucking earth.
“I know that too,” I sighed. “Anyway, that’s not why I called.”
“Oh?”
“Did you notice any strange looks when you were in the hospital?”
“You mean more than usual?” He laughed, and then I heard a woman choke and his groan.
“That’s disgusting,” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, old man, more than usual.”
“No, but I can pull the surveillance from the entire day and send it to you.”
“Tell Hannibal to send them directly to me and try not to have a heart attack in the meantime.”
I heard his laugh before hanging up on him, since I didn’t want to witness the end of whatever he was doing, then threw out the cigarette as the first drop of cold rain touched me.
A storm was brewing, and not just literally, because I could feel the waves inside me getting restless as well.
~ I smell blood coming our way.
Cursing under my breath, I turned around and walked towards the entrance.
I found Arella staring in shock at Klaus, who was wearing a pink clown wig and a red nose as he tried to make balloon animals. The sole purpose of him making a complete fool of himself was probably that of cheering up his roommate. My gaze wandered briefly to the redhead, who had her bony knees hugged to her chest, looking at him with a blank expression on her face.
A claw opened around my heart and squeezed it in my chest as my gaze fell on the beautiful blonde who — just as my father said — had me wrapped around her finger.
“Ah, brother, come here.” Klaus sprinted towards me and enthusiastically pulled me in front of the girls. “Hold this, will you?”
He handed me a balloon that was supposed to be a dog, but it most definitely wasn’t, and I looked at Arella for help, but she enjoyed his shenanigans a little too much.
“I swear to fuck, you’re adopted,” I told him as he twisted and turned one of the balloons until he made it look like a dick, and before I could stop him, he smacked me in the face with it.
While Arella burst into the most melodic laughter, I started fuming.
“You just got dick slapped,” she snorted, and I raised an eyebrow in her direction.
Dick slapped, huh? We’ll see about that.
I heard a slight giggle from Fleur, and Klaus threw the dick at my face, then fell to his knees and raised his arms to fist bump the air.
How were we even related?
“Victory,” he bellowed at the ceiling, while Arella laughed louder than I’d ever heard her.
I did not find Klaus’ behavior funny in the slightest, more like annoying and unnerving, but the fact that she laughed so freely somehow made that stupid balloon bearable.
Arella had the kind of laugh that made you want to be the man who provoked it, and I was overcome with the sudden urge to punch Klaus, but the motherfucker wasn’t at fault for me not being funny enough to make her laugh like that, so I settled for popping the stupid dick balloon.
“How much did you have to drink?” I asked him as I sat down next to her on the couch.
I pulled her towards me and sat her between my legs, pressing her back against my chest.
“Not a drop, the kind doctor wouldn’t let me,” he sulked, winking at her.
A vein pulsed in my temple, and I wrapped my arms tighter around her.
“How much have you snorted, then?” I grinned, and he flipped me off.
“Not a whiff, you know I haven’t touched that shit in years,” he wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Fleur suddenly opened her eyes and raised her chin to look at him, watching him as if she was discovering the secrets of the universe on his clown face, and my brother turned his full attention back to her, leaving me and Arella in our own bubble of tension.
“So,” I pulled the skirt of her dress a little higher and pinched her thigh. “You’re having fun, huh?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, turning her head slightly towards me.
I rested my chin on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, then another under her ear.
“I can’t wait to see you choke on my cock later,” I whispered in her ear, and I felt her body tense in my arms, goosebumps covering her skin. “I can’t wait to see how funny you’ll find getting dick slapped then,” I grinned, clipping her earlobe between my teeth.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she turned her face towards me, startled. Her cheeks were stained red, much to my delight, and her pupils almost swallowed up all the green in her irises.
“Actually, why wait?”
I stood up and pulled her with me, then bent down to grab her thighs, lifting her over my shoulder. Careful not to let her dress slip up, I half-turned my head towards the other two, who seemed too engrossed in a staring contest to notice us, and shook my head, then made my way to the bathroom.
“Grimm, put me down,” she wiggled her feet, and I gave her a slap on the ass, which made her wince and calm down.
“I’ll put you down in a second,” I answered.
A few steps and a door lock later, I set her bare feet on the red marble in Klaus’ bathroom and pulled away to look at her. That blue dress was playing dangerous tricks on my sick mind, and I wanted to dirty it so much, but I had other plans.
I leaned against the wall and watched her wriggle as she looked at me with curious eyes.
“Take your clothes off,” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.
“W-what?” she straightened up.
“Did I stutter?” I asked. “If I do it for you, there’s a great risk of your dress going to shreds, and I’d rather you wear your own clothes when we get out of here.”
She turned her head to the side and reached her hand to the back of her dress, slowly pulling down the zipper. The sound made my cock twitch painfully as her gaze met mine. They were dark, bursting with anticipation as she slowly let the dress fall to the floor.
Her nipples stiffened as she hooked her fingers into the elastic of her panties and bent down to take them off, allowing the lace to fall over the dress.
Fuck. Me.
As she straightened, I licked my lips and let my gaze roam over her body once more, looking for signs that she wanted to cover herself, but there were none. I was burning with pride when she shyly took a step forward, holding my eyes captive.
In that moment, as Arella stood naked before me while I was fully clothed, I realized that I had been lost all thirty-five years of my fucked-up life, destined to find myself in her eyes as she looked at me with nothing but trust.
I pushed her hair back and ran my fingers down her neck, over her slender shoulders and further down, stopping on the elegant curve of her hips.
I leaned down and gently kissed her lips, which was at odds with what I was about to do to her. She melted under my touch as I lowered my lips to her neck and inhaled her scent.
“Kneel,” I whispered in her ear as I tangled my fingers in her hair.
She moaned when I wrapped it around my fist and slowly got down on her knees in front of me. I felt the darkness knocking as she looked up at me through those black, thick lashes, bottom lip clamped between her teeth.
I had been so wrong.
Arella with a gun in her hand couldn’t rise to the level of Arella on her knees, completely naked, and I was tempted to take a picture to have that image forever.
“What will you do now?” I asked as I pushed a strand of hair out of her face, pressing my thumb to her lips for a moment.
Curious to see what she would do, I gave her no further instructions, although her eyes seemed to silently beg for directions. After a few seconds that felt like hours, she slowly raised her hands to my belt and unbuckled it. When her fingers trembled on my zipper, I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I felt the metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth.
She took a deep breath, then pulled down my jeans, along with my boxers, freeing my erection, which unintentionally slapped against her cheek.
She didn’t laugh this time. Instead, she looked at it with wide eyes, as if petrified by it. Her eyebrows drew together for a second before she tilted her head upwards.
“I’m beginning to think you’re not human. Did you know that the average penis size in America is 6 inches?”
My eyes widened, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from bursting into laughter.
“I’m Russian,” I gritted my teeth.
“The Russian average is 5.2 inches,” she arched an eyebrow, and I could see how amused she was by the situation.
Brat.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, then bent down to her face and whispered over her lips.
“A mobster with an above-average-sized dick and a good little doctor. They should write books about how fun our sex life will be,” I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and bit down on it. “But knowing that, are you sure you want to talk to me about how much you know about the size of other men’s dicks? Because I’m not above using mine to erase all those averages from your head.”
She swallowed audibly, then shook her head, and I softened my grip on her hair, but didn’t move away from her face.
“If you don’t want to do this, tell me now,” I brushed my fingers over her cheek, looking for any signs of uncertainty in her eyes.
“I want it,” she licked her lips, and that sight made my head spin.
I straightened up and pressed the tip to her full lips, whereupon she opened her mouth in the most seductive way possible, without moving those maddening eyes away from mine. That cursed look shook my entire world. I was too far gone, spilling at the seams as I thrust into her mouth until she couldn’t take me anymore.
She gagged, struggling to breathe through her nose and I pulled back just enough for her to catch her breath before I thrust again.
Her nails dug into my thighs and my head fell back, a deep groan escaping me.
I was going insane.
“I want to know who you are,” I whispered so low I could barely hear myself, but her eyes snapped up to me, as she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking me to the back of her throat again, as if to make me forget about what I said.
It worked, because the next few moves made my entire being shake.
Six years had passed since I first laid eyes on her, but only three since I hadn’t so much as looked at another woman, let alone touched one, because that day on the plane changed something. The grazes she left on me marked my ending. Three years of celibacy. Three years since I last had a mouth wrapped around my cock, and when I looked down at the one who made my skin burn, I remembered what I thought about that day on the plane.
“A glass of scotch and a woman’s lips wrapped around my cock.”
The glass of scotch was missing, but Arella’s mouth was the most scorching alcohol on the planet, and if I died at that moment, I would have welcomed hell with open arms.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well,” I praised, and her eyes sparkled with fatal determination, which was about to shatter every cell in my body. “So fucking perfect.”
She started moving her head back and forth without my guidance, rather clumsily at first, but as my groans grew louder, she gained confidence. She met each of my thrusts in the middle, her tongue running over the tip with every move. When she clawed at my thighs and took me as deep as she could, swallowing around me a few times, my entire being shook.
“
Trakhnut’ menya,
I’m going to…”
I couldn’t finish my sentence because in the next second, my cock throbbed in her mouth. She looked up with tear-blurred eyes, her face stained red, as she struggled to swallow. My legs shivered uncontrollably, and that’s when I realized how hard I was pulling her hair, but she didn’t complain, taking all I had to give her.
I let go of her hair and fell to my knees in front of her, crashing my mouth against hers.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed with the fervor of two horny teenagers, completely lost in each other, trying to glue ourselves together, until I no longer knew where I ended, and she began.
We were locked in the frenzy of the moment, battling for dominance, but even if I fought her every step of the way, I knew I would never win.
She might have been the one on her knees, but I was the one who’d lost the war.