Chapter 26 #2
“Shut up.” His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make my pulse hammer against his palm. “You don’t get to talk. You get to listen.”
His other hand fisted the skirt of my dress, yanking it up with zero gentleness. The sound of fabric tearing made me gasp.
“I gave you everything.” His teeth scraped my earlobe. “Dressed you like a queen. Made you a dress covered in butterflies. Gave you a piece of my mother’s memory. And you repaid me by tying a red ribbon around your wrist and letting every bastard in that ballroom put their hands on what’s mine.”
“I thought last night meant something to you. But then I walk into that damn ball to find you flaunting around with your lady friend. And what is she wearing? A fucking red dress. Not a ribbon, Nikolai. A whole fucking dress, and you jumped right onto that, didn’t you?”
“I don’t give a fuck about her, or her red dress. But you… You are a whole different story.” His hand left my throat to grip my jaw, forcing my head back against his shoulder. “You want to play games? Want to make me jealous? Huh?”
His hand slid between my legs, finding me already wet, and that dark laugh of his against my ear made me shiver.
“Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your brain seems to have forgotten.” Two fingers pushed inside me without warning, making me cry out. “Let me remind you, Babochka. Let me show you exactly who owns this pussy.”
He fucked me with his fingers, hard and fast and punishing, his other hand still gripping my jaw to keep my head tilted back.
“Every man who touched you tonight?” His voice dropped to something primal. “I’m going to erase them. Every touch. Every look. Every thought. Until the only thing you remember is me. And when we leave this office, they are dead.”
“Nikolai, please.”
“Please, what?” He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Please stop? Please fuck you? Please forgive you for bringing out the monster in me?”
“You’re not a monster.”
“Those men.” He didn’t even acknowledge my words, but his fingers stilled inside me. “Who were they?”
“No one.”
“Liar.” He pulled his fingers out, and when I thought he was about to let me go, I heard the sound of his belt unfastening.
“You’re going to tell me who they were. But first, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.
And then, when you’re shaking and sobbing and begging me to stop, I’m going to fuck you again.
Because you need to understand something, Adrianne. ”
His cock pressed against me, thick and hard and demanding.
“You. Are. Mine.” He punctuated each word with pressure, teasing but not entering.
“Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your pain is mine. Every breath you take belongs to me. And if I ever see another man touch you again, I’ll kill him where he stands, and fuck you in his blood. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.”
He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, and I screamed his name. The angle was deep and overwhelming, the wall the only thing keeping me upright as he set a punishing pace.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His hand came back to my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me. “Wanted to make me wild with jealousy? Wanted to see what happens when you push me too far?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, pleasure and pain mixing until I couldn’t tell them apart.
“I could have been gentle like last night.” His other hand found my clit, rubbing in harsh circles.
“But you don’t deserve that today, do you?
You’re going to come on my cock. And then you’re going to tell me what I want to know.
After that, I’m going to fuck you again until you can’t walk straight.
As prize. As punishment. You decide. Until everyone at that ball can see exactly what I did to you. ”
“I can’t… It’s too much.”
“You can. And you will.” His fingers worked faster. “Come for me. Now.”
The orgasm ripped through me, making me convulse around him. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Nikolai kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was shaking and sobbing and begging.
“Nikolai, please, I can’t anymore.”
“You can.” He pulled out suddenly, spinning me around and lifting me. My back hit the wall again as he thrust back inside, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. “Look at me when I fuck you. I want to see your face when you fall apart.”
His eyes burned into mine, possession and fury and something darker written in those pale blue orbs.
“Who were they?” he demanded, his hips never stopping their brutal rhythm. “Tell me.”
“I can’t.”
“Wrong answer.” He reached between us, pinching my oversensitive clit. “Tell me, or I’ll keep you here all night. I’ll fuck you until you pass out. Until you’re so full of my cum it’s dripping down your thighs. Until you can’t remember anything but my cock inside you.”
“Please.”
“Tell. Me.”
His thumb pressed harder, and I shattered again, this orgasm even more intense than the first. I heard myself sobbing, heard words leaving my mouth, but couldn’t make sense of them.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering. “Come for me. Show me who owns you. Call my name, Baby.”
He buried himself in me, as deep as he could, his release pulsing inside me as he came so hard his legs faltered.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us shaking, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Mine,” he breathed. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”
“Don’t forget it.” He kissed me then, hard and possessive. “Because the next time you tie a red ribbon around your wrist, I’ll tie you to my bed and keep you there until you learn your place.”
He lowered me carefully, but my legs had no strength to hold me up. He caught me, carrying me in his arms to the leather couch and settling me on his lap.
“Are you alright?” His hand cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes when I tried to turn away, “What’s wrong?”
“You want me to be yours, yet you never, for one second, said that you were mine, too. After last night, seeing you with her hurt me, Nikolai.”
“Jesus, Addy. Look at me.” He cupped my face again, both hands holding me in place as he buried his gaze into mine.
“First of all, I am yours, Babochka. Every breath, every thought, every damn fiber of my being belongs to you.” His words were infused with sincerity, a kind of truth that can’t be faked.
“What you saw was business, and I’m sorry I didn’t prepare you for that before the ball.
I should have found the time to let you know that I needed to do that.
Dance with Drea. I hated every second of it, for what it’s worth. ”
“Good. Because I did, too.”
“Now, you’re going to tell me who those men were. And you’re going to tell me the truth. Because I can’t protect you if I don’t know what I’m protecting you from.”
I looked into those burning blue eyes and knew I was out of options.
My brothers were here. Vladimir had made them a deal that would ultimately end with people I cared for getting hurt. And Nikolai deserved to know the danger surrounding us both.
“They were my brothers,” I whispered. “They came to take me home.”