25. Emily
25
EMILY
LATER
My whole body is still on fire by the time we return to the castle.
For the past three hours, I’ve lied in this bed, fanning myself hands over my face with the window open. But despite wearing nothing but my underwear with the cool evening breeze wafting over me, I can’t find relief.
I try to convince myself that it’s because the castle doesn’t have central air.
But I know it’s not true.
It’s because Konstantin left me a hot fucking mess after the best damn orgasm of my life while his cock punished my throat.
Because he broke just about damn near every boundary I have.
But what’s more fucked up is how much I want him to do it again.
I’m actually disappointed that he didn’t follow up on his threat to destroy all of my holes for the three dresses that I ruined.
The worst part is … I’m now actively thinking about ways to provoke him into doing exactly that.
Good girl… he said when he pushed me to my knees.
I’ll be your good girl … I told him as he made me look at the way he ruined me.
Now that I think about it, fucked-up doesn’t even start to describe my current state of mind.
I wipe at my neck with both hands as I sink into the comfortable bed. But I don’t dare close my eyes. If I do, all I’ll see is Konstantin’s massive cock in front of my face, and my own cock-drunk reflection staring back at me afterwards.
What did I expect? He’d been upfront with me since the moment he dragged me onto his plane.
I am using you. You are a means to an end.
One kiss that felt way more real than it should doesn’t change that reality. One merciless face-fucking shouldn’t have awoken my own dark cravings like this.
I can’t even say that he hurt me. I mean, yes, my throat and jaw are aching from the punishment that his cock delivered.
But I’d be lying if I say that it wasn’t what I wanted from him from the start.
And now, all I want is more.
The knock on my door makes me jump. My eyes fly open again and I stare down in shock at my hands between my parted thighs. I sigh as I briefly ponder just ignoring whoever is on the other side.
“I know you’re in there, Kitty Cat.” Konstantin says.
His voice sends a jolt through me and my pussy squeezes in response. Is he coming to make good on his threat to destroy my other holes? I bite my lip as my hands freeze between my spread thighs. Should I stay like this for him to find?
New heat surges through my blood, and I dip my finger into my pussy, letting out a moan—one loud enough for him to hear. But to my disappointment, the door doesn’t open.
Ugh! My eyes fly open and I sit up in frustration.
“What do you want?” I yell, my voice still shaky with arousal.
“I have a gift for you,” Konstantin replies.
Warmth sears my face at his words. No, no, calm down. If he hasn’t come in to fuck you, it’s not happening tonight.
“What kind of gift?” I snipe.
“Open the door, Kitty Cat, and see for yourself.”
I stare briefly at the puddle of my clothes—ruined by what he did to me earlier today—in the corner and contemplate putting them back on. But when I reach out to pick up the skirt, I stop myself.
No, I think. I want him to see me like this.
Licking my lips, I open the door. If he’s surprised by the state of my undress, he sure doesn’t show it. He looks just as sexy and dangerous as he did at Buric’s shop. The only thing that’s changed since I saw him is that he’s taken off his tie.
He walks inside and closes the door behind him. It thuds shut with a sense of finality.
A fresh burst of wetness pools between my legs. When he turns around, I notice the long box in his hand.
Is that my gift?
Suddenly, my mind goes crazy with speculation at the endless kinds of depravity that might be inside.
“If this is your attempt at provoking me, Kitty Cat.” The dark familiar smile returns to his lips as he approaches me. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
“What’s in the box?” I breathe.
“Your gift,” he replies. “I thought about giving this to you when our arrangement is over. But Buric insisted that I deliver it to you now.”
Buric? I blink as I accept the box from Konstantin with trembling fingers.
“Go ahead,” he says. “Open it.”
I pull away the ribbon sealing it shut and holding my breath, crack the lid open.
I gasp when I realize what it is. “Oh!”
At first, I think I’m looking at the dress I wore for Nadia’s bachelorette party. It’s the same lavender color. But when I shake it out to its full length, I see it’s a different dress.
The cap sleeves are shaped into flowers, the middle is fitted, and the neck scoops tastefully low. The back is entirely open from mid-thigh to the upper straps, the bodice is cinched with handmade boning that allows the long hem to drift like an opera curtain, and the slit runs all the way up the thigh. Small buttons —at least thirty of them—made from hand-carved pearl create the closures. The material feels like water in my hands.
“It’s beautiful,” I admit.
“It should fit you perfectly.”
I squint at him suspiciously. “How do you know that?”
“Like I said, Buric insisted that I deliver this to you now. I had him use the same measurements he took earlier today.”
That single word— earlier— sends a flush to my face again. Turning the dress from side to side, I marvel at the craftsmanship. “He made it so fast.” Dragging my fingers over it, I stop fighting my smile. “Did you know this is the color Nadia picked for the bridal party?”
“I didn’t pick it for her .” He steps closer until he’s standing over me. “I picked it because I know you’d look gorgeous in it.”
It takes every inch of concentration not to fall into him.
“Thank you.”
“Turn around, Emily.” He stares meaningfully at me, raking me with his eyes. “I want to see you in it.”
Emily … I’m so used to him calling me Kitty Cat by now, that hearing my name on his lips sends my stomach looping in excitement.
With trembling hands, I hand the dress to him and turn my back towards him, my heart hammering at my throat.