Chapter 23
ADRIANNE
His mouth was a weapon designed to destroy me.
Nikolai devoured me like he was trying to consume my soul, his tongue sweeping past my lips with bruising force. One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat, while the other slid down my body and gripped my ass hard enough to leave marks.
He kissed me like I’d never been kissed before.
With a ravenous hunger that couldn’t be quenched, spinning me around the room and manhandling me like I was nothing but a doll in his hands.
He towered over me, and the notion that he could split me in half if he chose to made my heart beat faster instead of infusing me with fear as it should have.
I clawed at his shirt, tugging and pulling, desperate to feel his skin on mine, to have nothing between us.
“Fuck,” he growled against my mouth. “You taste like heaven and sin mixed together.”
He pulled back just enough to tear his own shirt over his head, and I clenched my thighs together at the sight of him. All hard muscle and inked skin, the tattoos wrapping around his torso like a map of violence and destruction.
His eyes were laser-focused on me, only shutting once his mouth was back on mine, savoring the heat and passion of each stroke of his tongue against mine.
With his index hooked on my thong, Nikolai tugged on the flimsy fabric, and the damn thing put up just as much resistance as I had. Absolutely none.
“Get on the bed.”
I scrambled backwards, my body responding to the command in his voice even as my mind screamed that this was insane. But I didn’t care. I needed this. Needed him.
As fucked up as it was, I needed the man who kidnapped me to take me. Consume me and destroy me in any way he wanted to. Because I wanted him to.
He followed me like a predator stalking his prey, those pale eyes raking over my naked body with untamed hunger.
Before he reached me, Nikolai took another glance at the torn red dress that lay in shreds on the floor.
“You will never wear red again. Never be seen by other men in red. Say it.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“I’ll make it clear to you, little moth,” Nikolai started as he sauntered closer with each word.
The look in his eyes went from pure lust to blood lust and a hint of murder, “I will not stand for other men looking, drooling, or even thinking about you. I’ll leave a trail of my own red at your wake.
I’ll take their eyes for looking, their tongues for drooling, and then I’m blowing their brains out for having you in their thoughts.
Is that clear? Because that’s the monster crawling between your legs.
” His gaze dropped to my bare pussy, tucking in his bottom lip as he noticed me practically dripping while I tried to close my legs in embarrassment.
“Red gives them the idea that you are free for the taking. And you are no such thing. Now, say it.”
“I’ll never wear red.” It wasn't fear-induced. It was lust, or maybe even pride.
“That’s my good little moth. Now spread your legs wider.” His voice dropped to a growl. “Don’t hide that pretty, already glistening pussy.”
Heat flooded my face, but I did as he said, letting my thighs fall open. The way he looked at me made me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once.
“Fucking beautiful.” He knelt between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and pushing them wider. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. After today, you’ll only ever crave my cock. My hands. My mouth.”
“Yes,” I exhaled, waiting for him to fulfill those promises.
“Yes, what?”
“Ruin me, Nik. Please.”
“Such a good little slut, begging for it.”
Before I could respond, his fingers found me, sliding through my wetness. I gasped, my hips bucking into his touch. Why did that dirty mouth turn me on so much?
Every time I thought about my first time, it was all roses and candles. Now I just want that mouth to keep running with obscenities while he devours me.
“Do you know what Volkov means, Babochka?”
I shook my head, unable to speak with the way he kept running his finger up and down my pussy, but never actually entering me. The teasing was killing me.
“It means wolf.” He whispered into my ear, “And you just became the little red riding hood I’m hellbent on devouring.”
With that, Nikolai plunged two fingers into me, and I hissed at the intrusion, arching my back in pleasure.
“That’s right. This pussy belongs to me now. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to destroy.”
He worked me with those fingers, curling them just right, his thumb circling my clit until I was shaking, desperate for release.
“Nikolai, please–”
“Please, what? Use that dirty mouth of yours.”
“I need to come. Please, don’t stop.”
“Fuck.” He pulled his fingers out, and I whimpered at the loss. “Bad girls don’t come when they want, they come when they’re told. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days. Every time you sit down, every time you move, you’ll remember who owns this cunt.”
He yanked his belt free with one hand, the sound of the buckle making my pulse spike. His pants hit the floor, together with his underwear, and I was at a loss for words.
I’d seen him in the dark, felt him against my tongue, and swallowed his cum until there was nothing left. But looking at him in the light was a whole different level of glory.
Nikolai was huge. Thick and long, the head already glistening with his own arousal. My eyes traced the thick veins from the base, reaching that flushed tip exactly when he grazed his thumb over the wet spot and smeared it all over.
“See what you do to me?” He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly. “This is all for you. Because of you.”
I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of him touching himself. That slow pace and the way he sucked in air each time he pumped had me in a trance.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, positioning himself at my entrance. “I want to watch your face when I split you open with my cock.”
The first push stole the air from my lungs. He was too big, the stretch almost unbearable.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, pushing in another inch. “Relax, Babochka. Let me in.”
“Nikolai,” I gasped, my hands gripping his forearms, sinking my nails into his flesh. “You’re too big. I don't think I can.”
“I’ll fit, Baby.” His hand came up to wrap around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. “I was made for you. Made to fit inside you perfectly. Now be a good girl and take the rest of me.”
I took a shaky breath, trying to relax, and he pushed in further. Inch by agonizing inch, the stretch burning in a way that bordered on pain, but somehow felt right.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice strained and laced with pleasure. “Good girl. You’re taking me so well.”
When he was finally buried inside me, we both went still. The feeling was overwhelming, being filled so completely, stretched to my limit.
He kissed me, slow and deep, his tongue tangling with mine as he gave me time to adjust. Then, slowly, he started to move.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, flinching with the burn, tears gathering behind my lashes. I closed my eyes to prevent them from falling, turning my head to the side to breathe in air that wasn’t so full of him. “Can you… Can you go slower?”
“Adrianne?” Nikolai’s voice was softer now while his hand moved from my throat to my chin, making me face him, “Look at me. I thought you wanted this. That you wanted me.”
Why did that self-doubt of his pierce me right through the chest? The way he said it seemed like he was feeling guilty.
“I do. I want all of you,” I reassured, my hand coming to cover his, “It’s just that, I’ve never done this before, and you’re bigger than I imagined, and it–”
“You’re a virgin?” His brows were knit in confusion, as if a twenty-five-year-old virgin was something completely unheard of. Maybe it was. “Jesus, Addy. You should have told me.”
He went completely still, processing the information I never thought would rattle him so much. “You’re a virgin,” He repeated, almost to himself.
I nodded, unable to speak with how hot my embarrassment burned. I half expected him to pull out and leave. How could a man like Nikolai want someone so inexperienced, someone who didn’t know the first thing about pleasuring a man.
“Fuck.” He pulled out completely, and I whimpered at the loss, shame hitting me right in the chest as I started to curl into myself to cover my exposed body. But Nikolai had other thoughts. Holding my thighs, he forced them open. “Let me see.”
His fingers pushed inside me, and when he pulled them out, they were stained red. Blood mixed with my arousal, coating his digits.
The look on his face was pure masculine pride. Possession. Reverence, even.
“I get to be the one to corrupt you. The only one who’ll ever have this. The only cock that will ever have you.”
He brought his bloody fingers to his cock, smearing the evidence of my innocence all over his length. The sight was obscene. Erotic. It should have horrified me.
Instead, it made me wetter, completely erasing whatever doubt was creeping into my thoughts.
“You’re mine now,” he growled. “Marked by me. Claimed by me. Why the hell didn’t I kidnap you sooner?”
Then his finger traced up my thigh towards my unfinished tattoo. The chrysalis waiting to transform. With my blood, and my arousal mixed with his, he drew the outline of butterfly wings, completing the transformation with slow, deliberate strokes.
“There.” His eyes met mine, dark with possession. “Now you’re perfect. My butterfly. Mine to corrupt. Mine to destroy. Mine to remake.”
He positioned himself at my entrance again, the blood-slicked head of his cock pressing against me.
“This is going to hurt,” he warned. “But you’re going to take every inch like the good girl I know you are. And I’m going to go slow and steady. You set the pace.”
He pushed in slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he stretched me open. The burn was intense, tears pricking my eyes, but underneath, I felt complete.
“That’s it. All of it.” He groaned as he bottomed out inside me. “Look at you, stuffed full of my cock. So beautiful like this. So damn perfect.”
He gave me a moment to adjust, then pulled back and thrust in again, just a little faster and harder than before.
“Nikolai!” I cried out, my nails digging into his back.
“That’s right. Say my name. Scream it. Let everyone in this house know who’s inside you. Who owns you.”
He set a steady pace, each thrust driving deeper, harder as I started meeting his thrusts with my own. The pain began to fade, replaced by pleasure that built with each stroke.
“You feel that?” He growled against my ear. “That’s how fucking insane you drive me.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, God!”
“Such a filthy little virgin. Already addicted to my cock.” His hand slid between us, finding my clit and drawing circles like a road map to pleasure. “Come for me. Come all over the cock that’s destroying your innocence.”
“Harder,” I demanded, and I didn’t even recognize my own voice with how sultry and needy it sounded.
The combination of his words, his thumb on my clit, the relentless pounding, it all crashed over me at once. I shattered, screaming his name as my body clenched around him.
“Fuck, yes. Squeeze my cock just like that.” He pounded into me harder, chasing his own release. “I’m going to fill this virgin pussy with my cum. Mark you from the inside out.”
“Wait,” I gasped through the aftershocks. “Birth control–”
“Too fucking late,” He groaned, his rhythm faltering. “You’re taking it all. Every drop. Every. Single. Fucking. Drop.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, “Fuck, I’m coming!”
He buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself. I could feel it, hot and thick, filling me up.
“Mine,” he growled, collapsing on top of me, his lips consuming mine like he hadn’t just had his fill of me. “All fucking mine.”
We lay there, both of us breathing hard, trying to steady our hearts and my racing mind. How fucked up was this?
Slowly, Nikolai pulled out, watching as his cum, probably mixed with blood, leaked out of me onto the sheets.
“If that isn’t the most beautiful thing on this planet, I don’t know what is,” he murmured, his finger catching the mixture and pushing it back inside me. “This is the only shade of red I actually like, Babochka.”
I should be horrified, disgusted by his obsession.
Instead, I felt claimed. Owned. Cherished in the darkest way possible.
He pulled me against him, his hand possessively cupping between my legs.
“You should get some sleep while you can,” he whispered against my ear. “Because when you wake up, I’m fucking you again. And again. Until your body is molded to the shape of me.”
And as I drifted off, marked with blood and cum and his possession, I couldn’t help but think about what came next. Because I’m still a prisoner, only now, he might have captured something more than just my body.
“You’ve made a terrible mistake, Addy.” In the haze of my drowsiness, I heard him murmur against my hair, a confession not meant for me to hear, “Now I’m never letting you go.”
That’s just it.
I didn’t know if I wanted to anymore.