Chapter 12 #2
I hear him step across the floor. Then the sound of a bottle clinking in ice water, followed by the dull pop of a cork.
“I hope you like champagne.”
I swallow, nodding.
“ Good .”
Suddenly, my eyes fly open, a shiver ripping through my body as I feel the ice-cold bubbles of the champagne dribbling right over my pussy .
I gasp, arching my back, but helpless to escape it as Gavan pours the cold bubbly in a small river across my ass and my sex.
It’s so cold as almost to burn, before suddenly, the temperature radically changes.
…When his mouth drags up my slit.
I cry out, moaning as he tongues my pussy deeply, his lips and tongue warming the places where the champagne was ice cold. He pours more wine over me, growling as he sucks and licks, dragging his tongue up to my asshole, making me squeal.
Then he moves back to my clit, dribbling even more champagne over my pussy as he sucks on the throbbing nub between his lips. My eyes squeeze shut, my toes curling as my arms and legs strain at the binds holding me firm, as the pleasure swarms inside of me.
Just as I think he’s going to make me come, he stops.
I groan in audible frustration when he pulls away before realizing what I’ve done. I wince, blushing furiously when I hear Gavan chuckle darkly.
“ Such a greedy little girl .”
His hands skim my ass, giving each cheek a deft smack, which pulls another whimper from my throat. He moves behind me, and suddenly, I feel it.
His cock .
My eyes fly open, my breath coming faster and faster as his hot, swollen cock head drags up and down my slick, eager lips.
“Now be a good girl,” Gavan growls quietly. “And fuck my cock like a good little toy .”
The huge head pushes into me. I gasp, wincing a little at the initial sensation of penetration. But even as big as he is, and as tight as I am, I’m also fucking soaked . Quickly, the initial discomfort melts into something needy. Something thrilling.
Something that makes my eyes roll back in pleasure and my toes curl.
Oh fuck …
He groans, his big dick pulsing, just the head inside me. His hands grip my hips, and when he starts to push further into me, a cry of pleasure erupts from my mouth.
“ There’s a good girl .”
He pushes in deeper, his huge cock stretching me wide open to what feels like my absolute limit. The sensation is insane .
Gavan isn’t just fucking me.
He’s consuming me.
Controlling me, owning me, and conquering me. And the swirling mix of all that has me choking into to the sheets as pleasure ripples through my body.
He keeps going. Just when I think I must have all of him inside of me, he keeps going . Inch after thick inch sinks into my swollen pussy, until finally I can feel his abs against my ass and his heavy, swollen balls against my clit.
Holy fucking shit .
He’s deep.
And very, very big.
His fingers dig into my skin, and I gasp as he starts to slide out of me.
Pleasure blurs the edges of my vision as I feel my slick lips cling to every inch of him as he withdraws, only to slam right back inside me again.
I moan loudly, my hands twisting to grip handfuls of the sheets beneath me as Gavan begins to fuck me.
Not “make love to”.
Not “have sex with”.
Fuck .
And Gavan fucks like he kisses. Like he doles out orders. Like he conquers his enemies and controls his empire.
Brutally. Unmercifully. And with a savageness that turns me into a fucking puddle .
I scream in pleasure, my back arching and my eyes squeezing shut as he grips me possessively and fucks me like I belong to him.
His thick cock sinks deep, hitting pleasure spots I wasn’t even aware I had.
His hands are everywhere: gripping my hips and spanking my ass, reaching under me to rub and pinch my clit, dragging up my spine, tangling my hair in a fist and pulling tight as he fucks me to within an inch of my life.
I start to come around his cock, my pussy squeezing tight as I scream into the sheets.
Gavan just keeps going, never slowing for a moment as he drives me from one orgasm to the next.
At one point, he makes me whine like a desperate little sub when he slips out of me, only taking a moment to chuckle before his mouth covers my pussy.
I explode on his tongue twice before he buries his thick cock in me again. This time, he goes even harder.
Faster.
Fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts as his abs slap my ass and my cum covers his swollen cock.
Something starts to build inside me. And build. And build , until the wave that’s coming is so big, nothing on earth could possibly stop it. I scream when it crashes over me, and when Gavan groans and buries his enormous cock to the hilt in me, it only makes me twist and writhe even harder.
I can feel him coming, the hot bursting spurts of his release spilling into me as I bite down on the sheets with my face scrunched all the way up.
My entire world goes blurry and fuzzy. I can’t move.
I can barely even force myself to breathe.
But I can feel him stirring around me, slowly unclasping the leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles.
I collapse onto the bed. Then I’m vaguely aware of him picking me up in his arms and carrying me away.
We move to another room that I eventually realize is the bathroom—still dim, but slightly brighter. I blink as he sets me down on wobbly feet, leading us into a glass-walled shower and turning on the rain nozzle above. I glance down at his sweat-glistened, chiseled body.
My face heats when I see the blood on his cock. But he doesn’t seem to notice or care as he reaches out and takes my hand.
“Come here, solnishka .”
He wraps me in his arms, pulling me under the warm spray of the water as it cascades over us. His lips find mine, hungrily kissing and biting and assaulting my mouth as it willingly opens for him.
His cock rises thickly between my legs.
Oh fuck…
Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his grooved hips as he presses my back against the glass wall. The swollen head of his cock slips between my lips, and I cry out as he drives all the way up into me.
Yessss…
I’m sore. Everything hurts. And yet, I want more.
I need more, like a drug I’m addicted to already.
Like a rush I’m going to keep chasing. I cling to him, moaning into his mouth and then biting down on his shoulder to stop from screaming as he fucks me hard against the shower wall, until we explode together again.
After the shower, we’re back in the windowless bedroom, which the bathroom we were just in is attached to. Gavan scowls as I drop my towel and start to put my lingerie back on.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
My brow furrows, my face blushing as I turn to him.
“Did…umm…you want to go again?”
He scowls deeper. “Of course.”
“Oh.” I swallow, shivering as I start to take my bra off again.
Gavan shakes his head. “No, I mean…” His frown deepens. “What were you doing?”
Now I’m confused.
I peer at him, smiling awkwardly. “Going home?”
He frowns. “No. You’re staying the night.”
Something electric spikes through my core.
It’s tempting. Very, very tempting. Even if this whole thing is a devil’s deal, and even if Gavan is, well, him , he is still the man who just took my virginity. Purely sexual arrangement rooted in blackmail or not, staying here, and like…I don’t know, cuddling? Being close to him?
It sounds…nice.
It also sounds like an impossibility with a man as cold, dark, and brutal as Gavan Tsarenko. That’s not what this is. That’s not what we are.
It can’t ever be that.
“If you want to have sex again…” I blush at how boldly I say it. “Then, okay. If not, I’m going to go home.”
His eyes narrow at me. “I said, you’re staying—”
“I’m not,” I say quietly.
Gavan’s jaw grinds.
“I don’t think you heard—”
“You said you wouldn’t force me to do anything.”
He glares at me. “I know what I said.”
“Well then?”
He goes silent for a moment.
“Fine,” he finally mutters. Without another word, he turns and strides out through the door, towel-clad, bristling.
Okay ?
I follow him back along the hall and down the stairs. I pick my dress up from where I left it, wrapping it back around myself, feeling his eyes on me.
This is very confusing.
So far as I’ve been able to tell, Gavan’s interest in me, and in this whole arrangement, is purely sexual—mixed with a touch of humiliation when he has me clean his office in my underwear. But now he wants me to sleep over?
It feels like it has to be a trick or a mind game. But if it’s not?
Well then, that’s alarming for a whole load of other reasons.
Because this—this whatever-it-is between us—can’t be that . Not given who I am, and who he is.
I’m already sleeping with the enemy. I don’t need to sleep over with him, as well.
“My people will take you home.”
I shiver as I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. Turning, I flush when I see him towering over me. His hand cups my jaw, a raw darkness in his eyes. And suddenly, he’s kissing me, just as hard and as punishingly as ever.
When he pulls back, I’m tingling all over. And throbbing. And wet .
And seriously considering asking if I can , in fact, stay over after all.
“Gavan—”
“Eight o’clock tomorrow morning,” he growls. “Don’t be late.”
Without another word, he turns, strides over to the front door of the penthouse, and holds it open for me.
Yep, that’s my cue.
I simmer as I sit in the back seat of the black Range Rover that takes me home, luxuriating in the soreness and the flickers of heat still throbbing deep inside me.
And wondering just exactly how far down this rabbit hole I’m prepared to fall.