Chapter 13
LYDIA
I lie in bed staring at the wall. I slept well for a while, my belly full after a hot shower and a human hot water bottle beside me.
But now I’m wide awake, my mind buzzing with fear and possibilities.
I'm starting to see the wisdom in staying because if I leave…
Where will I go? My family is entwined with the Romanovs.
If I want anything to do with my mother or my sister, I stay here.
If I leave, if I try to get away, I don't trust that my former fiancé won't come after me.
And after what I've seen, I don't know what he’d do to me.
What if that man Viktor killed yesterday was telling the truth? What if Timur did intend to use me and share me with his men? The thought of it disgusts me. I wake up with a heavy heart, my future husband next to me.
“Are you awake?” he asks.
I nod. “You?”
“Yeah,” he says in a low voice. Everything about him is so heavy and big and masculine, even his voice.
“What time is it?”
“No idea. Time when you should still be sleeping, anyway.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
I feel him tense beside me before he sits up, tossing the covers to the side. My heart leaps into my chest.
What the hell—
“That’s it,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve had it. I’ve been as understanding as I possibly could be with you, Lydia.”
I stare, my jaw unhinged, as he reaches for my wrist. I pull away, but I don’t stand a chance against a man as big and as powerful as he is. “I am done.”
I gasp as he sits heavily on the bed and drags me over his lap.
“What the hell?” I protest, even as my pulse skyrockets. “Viktor, what the fuck—”
His hand slams against my backside hard and fast.
“I’ve been gentle. I’ve been understanding,” he continues, as his palm connects against my skin.
My cheeks flame, but there’s something about the way he overpowers me that sends arousal coursing through me.
I can hardly speak or think as heat blossoms in my belly, and a delicious warmth spreads between my legs.
I want to see what he does when I protest. When I fight him. When I don’t cave and roll over and show him the underside of my belly.
So I kick. I claw at his legs and yell, throwing my head back and hollering with everything I’ve got.
“You son of a bitch! You bastard. Let me up, or I’ll scream!”
He fists my hair, gathering the crazy lot of it in his massive hand before he tugs my head back. “Do it. If you don’t scream, I’ll get my belt and whip your perfect, pretty little ass until you do.”
“You bastard!” I scream. “Let me up!” I scream until I’m hoarse and my ears are ringing, earning me a low, dark chuckle from my captor.
“That’s what I was hoping for,” he says approvingly.
In one fell swoop, he divests me of my clothes and bares my ass to him.
The feel of his hot, heavy, calloused palm on my screaming hot backside sends bolts of arousal to my lady parts.
My mouth is dry, and if he were to touch me right now, he’d find me sopping wet.
Something deep, deep inside me of I can’t quite decipher whispers with delicious satisfaction… this.
This.
Him.
This.
I want to be taken. I want to be controlled. I want to be dominated and pushed, and when I push the fuck back, I don’t want him to crumple.
His palm slaps hard against the underside of my thigh, and it stings way worse than it did before. I whimper and squirm, trying to get away, but he pins me in place and spanks me again.
My breath catches in my throat, a mixture of fear and defiance surging through me.
I struggle against him with everything I’ve got, my hands pushing at his strong, sturdy thighs, my body twisting in an attempt to break free.
I almost actually wriggle out of his control, but he catches me, pins me in place, and growls, “You naughty little thing,” before he gives me three hard, stinging slaps in rapid succession.
“Viktor, no!” I scream, my voice trembling, even as a part of me thinks Yes, yes, THIS.
But his strength is overwhelming, his grip like iron as he holds me in place. Without a moment’s pause, he brings his hand down on my naked ass again, the sharp crack of the spank echoing in the room and mingling with my cries.
We’ve been dancing on the periphery of something, and I didn’t know what until this.
I fight harder, my struggles becoming more frantic, and somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, I think I should tell him to stop, but I don’t want to. It hurts like fuck, and I’m humiliated beyond belief, but I’ve never, in my entire life, been more turned on than I am now.
When the spanking continues, my defiance begins to wane, replaced by the utter need for pleasure.
“Viktor,” I plead, my voice softer this time. “Oh God. Okay, alright, I’m sorry.”
His palm pauses, poised above my ass. “Sorry for what? Say it.”
“Sorry for mouthing off at you.” His hand stills, his fingers lingering for a moment before gently rubbing my aching ass, soothing the sting his own palm inflicted.
“Are you going to mouth off to me again?” he asks, his voice dangerously low. “Or do we need to continue this?”
I pause only a moment before I reply. “Do you want the truth or a lie?”
“Lydia,” he growls.
“Okay, okay! I am absolutely going to do it again,” I admit, cringing for the next swat of his palm, but to my surprise, he chuckles and lets out a breath.
“You were honest. I fucking love that, baby,” he whispers. “You’re a good girl, Lydia. A good girl who needs an occasional reminder to behave herself. And good girls get rewarded, don’t they?”
I squirm on his lap. My breasts are pressed between his lap and the bed, my nipples dangerously hard.
“They do,” I whisper. “They totally fucking do.”
Leaning down, he whispers in my ear, “It’s a good thing I don’t punish you for that potty mouth of yours, or you’d be toast.”
“I so fucking would,” I agree with a nod. Because I’m a good girl. His good girl.
“Do you want to see what happens when you’re honest with me?”
“After you dominated me and spanked my ass? Ooohhh, yeah,” I whisper. “Please, please, please.”
He swats my sore ass. “Come here, baby. Give me that pussy. I’ll bet you're wet for me, aren’t you?” When he pushes my legs apart and touches my pussy, my pelvis convulses at the first touch of his finger.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Holy shit.”
“Someone liked her spanking.”
I moan. “Liked? More like loved. I loved my spanking.”
“Jesus. That means I’ll never be able to actually teach you to behave yourself,” he says, but the sly grin on his face tells me he’s not all that broken up by it.
He lifts me as easily as if I weigh nothing at all, lays me on the bed, and kneels before me.
“Oh God,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“These are the rules. I’m going to eat your pussy.
You earned this climax, and I fucking earned eating you out.
You’re going to come on my tongue. If you decide you’re going to come before I give you permission, you’ll get spanked again, and I’ll make you wait.
If you move your hands out of the position I put them in, I’ll tie you up and whip you again until you’re begging for mercy.
In other words, if you want to come, baby, you’ll do what I fucking say. ”
He fists my hair, his strong, masculine, utterly handsome face making my heartbeat racket higher. “Are we clear?”
“I don’t know about this,” I start, squirming when his eyes narrow on me. It was only seconds ago I was sprawled across his lap, getting my ass handed to me, so I’m more than a little afraid of that happening again.
“Don’t know about what?” he snaps, his gaze burning into mine with such ferocity I gulp.
“You… doing that… to me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” As if to punish me, he bends his head to my thigh and bites.
Bites me.
I scream and try to push him away when his tongue licks the place he just bit. I sit up and stare, half expecting to see blood. Why the fuck does that make me skate to the edge of climax? I try to push him away again, but he smacks my hands away and glares at me.
“Put those hands above your head and don’t fucking move them,” he growls, getting to his knees. “You like it rough, baby. I know that now.” He grins wickedly. “Lucky for you, so do I.”
I squeeze my eyes tight because even though I’m inexplicably scared, I want this. I want this so damn badly. It takes effort to keep my hands in place. I remind myself of what he said he’d do if I moved them.
I’ll tie you up and whip you again until you’re begging for mercy
Do I want that?
What?
I’m still aching from the spanking he gave me but more than a little curious about what being tied up and whipped would look like.
Gah.
I think I might swallow my tongue in the effort of shutting the fuck up.
“Good girl,” he says, his gaze locked on mine tells me he knows exactly what I’m tempted by, and he knows how hard I’m trying. “Keep them right fucking there.”
His hands come to my breasts, and he gives my nipples a hard tweak. I scream out loud, but just in time, remember to keep my hands where he put them.
“That’s a girl,” he says approvingly. “That’s right, baby.”
He pushes himself on the bed and bends his mouth to my nipples, laving one at a time with the warm, wet, flat of his tongue while he fingers my pussy. I squirm beneath him, but my hands stay in place, even when his teeth clamp down and he bites my nipple.
“Ahhh!” I scream. “Viktor!”
“Mmm, you taste so fucking good, and I haven’t even tasted your pussy yet.” He shakes his head. “Jesus fucking Christ, I did something good in my past life to deserve a woman like you,” he says reverently.
“Good thing I’m not punishing you for your mouth. You swear like you’re in a gang.”
He smirks at me. “I’d like to see you try.”
And then he’s gone, and I’m scared because all I see is the breadth of his shoulders casting my body into shadow and the top of his head between my legs.