Chapter 16 #2
I lolled my head, keeping my eyes closed, but my actions were deceiving.
I needed to touch him, to finally be able to stroke his thick cock.
He didn’t fight me, allowing me to crawl my fingers down his side, sliding my hand between us as he’d done with me.
The moment I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, another moan escaped.
He was huge, filling my hand completely. I had difficulty closing my fingers, smiling from the thought while stroking him up and down. As soon as I twisted my hand, he tossed his head back, the growl a clear indication I was his prey.
Why had no other man been like this, so dominating yet so full of passion?
He knew my body well and what I needed, including tormenting him as he’d done with me.
At that moment, all I could think about was his cock being in my mouth. That was the only thing I wanted.
Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true. I craved having his big, thick dick buried so deep inside I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. He laughed, the sound so subtle I almost didn’t hear it.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, whispering in my ear.
“Among many things.”
He didn’t wait for me to second guess my decision, pushing me down onto the shower floor. “Then suck me.”
I licked my lips, taking a few seconds to bask in the size and beauty of his creation. As if made by God himself, his shaft almost perfect. The veins on both sides were full of blood, pumping as his shaft throbbed. The tip was bulbous, purple in color and my mouth was watering from being so close.
As soon as I blew across his cockhead, he raked his hand through my wet strands of hair before fisting a handful. I was locked in place, the man determined to keep me where he wanted me.
The moment I wrapped my lips around his cock, his body shook, so tense that he rose onto the balls of his feet. The taste of him was tangy, salty, and delicious. I could easily suck every drop of his sweet cream.
Using my strong jaw muscles, I sucked as required, enjoying every moment of doing so. He was still shaking as I brushed my tongue back and forth. My hunger was increasing much like his was and when I dragged the tip down the underside of his cock, he offered several words in Russian.
As with almost everything else about him, the man thrilled me, so much so I took my time. I rolled his balls between my fingers, squeezing a few times while licking his dick. He tolerated the near tease until I took his cockhead back into my mouth.
He’d finished with me tormenting him, pushing on my head until I was required to take him down an inch at a time. He was so huge my jaws ached, so much so I almost gagged. He thrust his hips forward, filling my mouth with the tip hitting the back of my throat.
This time when I gagged, he let off some pressure.
“Relax. You can take all of me.” Now his voice was almost unrecognizable, the deep vibrations echoing in the shower.
As I pulled up, I rolled my hand around the base, once again squeezing his shaft while sucking on the tip.
He rocked forward and backward, his face pinched from the pressure. I could tell he was close to coming, pushed past a point that he could handle.
I continued licking, already rewarded with strings of pre-cum but wanting more. I longed for him to fill my mouth as he’d done with my pussy.
And my ass.
Only he had other things in mind, needs that outweighed everything else.
I was dragged to my feet and off the shower floor, forced to straddle his legs while he wrapped one arm around my bottom. He was so big and so strong I was going nowhere.
His eyes were almost unrecognizable, completely black in the limited light. But his pupils were dilated from the extreme desire. I pushed his cock between my legs, panting as I did. “Please just fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
A slow and easy smile crossed his face and as soon as the tip was pushed past my swollen folds, he didn’t wait any longer before he impaled me with the full length. I was shocked at the vibrations skittering through me, pushing me straight into ecstasy.
There was no sound for a few seconds as he held me close. But when he shoved me against the shower wall, everything went into a frantic need that pushed us both past a breaking point. He fucked me long and hard, pulling almost all the way out and plunging into me again.
With every brutal thrust, I tossed my head back and forth, barely able to catch a deep breath.
He knew how to play me so well, slowing down just as he’d done before, only to pull out so I was forced to beg him once again.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” He allowed a smile to spread, and the water or beads of sweat sliding down his face only added to the sinful moment.
“Tease me.”
But I knew he would continue even as he drove his cock inside once again. I was pushed to a moment of being certain I’d lost it, but he slowed the rhythm while shoving me against the wall not once but three times. I couldn’t believe how amazing he felt being so deep inside.
I locked my feet together, squeezing my pussy muscles as I did. As I bucked against him, he kept his eyes locked on mine. There was something about being so close and being in tight confines that made the moment a little crazier. Maybe that’s exactly what we both preferred. Unhinged and unbridled.
He spun us both around, pushing me directly under the water. I laughed, lifting my head so my face could be splashed. Not that it could cool me down. Nothing would at this point.
In the next few minutes, we stared at each other, our bodies moving together as one, rocking in a way that kept the pleasure climbing.
In feeling close to him, I was frozen in time, knowing that at any moment the strange and wonderful bubble we’d placed ourselves in could be shot down.
And maybe it should. I’d told myself I would never dare try to be close to anyone again.
I knew what would happen. But here I was, enjoying not only the moment but the man.
He was funny and charming, demanding and arrogant.
And so very passionate that I could almost forget who and what he was.
A killer.
Although if the story he’d told me was true, could I blame him for hunting down the people involved? The answer was far too easy.
No, I could not.
Still panting, we rocked together as the steam continued to rise. Never blinking. Never turning away. Studying each other as the bubble floated around us, protecting us.
But for how long?
In hunting this Ghost, somehow, I’d been placed in the middle.
Whether by chance or by an act of deceit, I would hold firm to the fact someone or some divine intervention had wanted us to meet.
Why? Was our makeup the same, two people with both an understanding of and a penchant for violent control?
I clung to his shoulders, avoiding the injury, my knees pressed firmly against his thighs. Yes, the connection we shared was incredibly strong, the silent desperation for more leaving us both breathless. What was it about being lost in the moment and deep within him that was so appealing?
All decent questions with no access to answers. So I simply enjoyed the moment.
My muscles stretched as the ultimate in pleasure continued to unfold until the ache deep within my core became too much. I pressed the back of my head against the shower wall, allowing the water to cascade down my face as the explosion of electricity claimed every inch.
As the climax rushed through me, I offered a silent cry, one that I knew he felt in the intense vibrations shared between us. Kirill refused to stop, thrusting with enough force the wind was knocked out of me. So hard. So thick.
So incredible.
“Oh…” My moan was strangled, my vision completely cloudy and I’d never felt such beautiful satisfaction in my life. Seconds passed. Then minutes. Until finally, he could hold back no longer.
With his body jerking involuntarily, he allowed himself the same moment of relief as he filled me with his seed.
His laugh matched mine, both joyful and unbelieving and as we clung to each other, it was easy to feel as if the two of us were one.
But that couldn’t happen. We weren’t destined to be together no matter what fate had in mind. Unless the story was tragic, ending in death and destruction because that’s the only way this wicked tryst could meet any conclusion. We both knew it.
He lifted his head, locking eyes with mine. So soulful. Full of questions.
Ripped with rage. Not with me but with the circumstances. Even I wanted to hunt down this Ghost.
In the remaining minutes of time spent in the shower, the last specks of blood were washed down the drain, leaving our bodies squeaky clean.
But not our souls.
No matter the number of people’s lives I saved or healed, it would never be enough to make up for the horrors inflicted by my family. I’d just need to face that once and for all.
I grabbed a towel as soon as I left the shower, curious as to the different layer of heat coursing through me. The kind indicating shame. Why now? We’d fucked before. I’d begged him to do so. Why now?
As I moved in front of the mirror, I was grateful steam blocked any reflection. Right now, I couldn’t look myself in the eyes. I’d never felt this way and once in my life I’d thrown caution to the wind, indulging in a one-night stand.
That had led to something else altogether.
Gabriel.
Even as I shuddered from the thought, noise captured my attention. With a slight turn of my head, I watched as the man who’d taken me captive in more than one way yanked his thick belt from the loops on his jeans. I laughed softly to myself.
Always needing control.
Always punishing me for being a bad little girl.
Well, he better get used to the fact I didn’t like to follow anyone’s orders.
I’d lived for eighteen years being forced to do so.
Now I raked my hand across the steam on the mirror, desperate to see my reflection.
And why? Because an epiphany came to me.
I was more under my father’s thumb now than ever before.
My captor had been right. I’d allowed my father to win. The realization was almost laughable except for me, it was close to being tragic. I was twenty-eight years old, pretending since I’d turned eighteen that I’d been a free woman.
What a crock of shit.
What in the hell was wrong with me? As the steam began to settle again, I made faces at myself.
Never again. I had to break completely free.
As the handsome, sexy as hell kidnapper appeared behind me, the muted reflection given the continuing steam was a perfect representation of our strange, sinful relationship.
We were both toxic and perfect together.
I lowered my gaze, accepting what he had in his hand. The belt. Of course I knew he felt the need to punish me. Men in his position handled every infraction with acts of corporal punishment.
If you could call killing a man in cold blood a corporal act.
Perhaps I was losing my mind, but Kirill was better helping me understand what it meant to grow up in a privileged household. One that did the work of the devil.
He didn’t need to say a word nor did I argue. I gripped the edge of the counter, leaning over slightly as I spread my legs farther apart.
If he was surprised I was not only accepting but also a willing participant, he certainly didn’t show it. A man of many masks.
But I closed my eyes just before I caught the whooshing sound floating through the air, a split second before the thick strap of leather smashed against my buttocks.
Shuddering, I dug my nails into the granite, almost wishing I could leave scratches. He rolled his fingers down my spine before repeating the move, my entire body jarred from the brutal smack.
I breathed deeply, shifting from foot to foot from the discomfort, but refused to make a sound.
After another two strikes, tears threatened to destroy my resolve. I tried to keep my eyes on him, especially since the ghostly fog was beginning to fade from left to right on the mirror.
Exposing the frailty of the woman behind the mask.
His weakness.
The Ghost.
Everyone had a weakness. Every man and woman on this earth. That’s how Kirill would track him down.
With four more cracks of the belt, beads of perspiration were slowly sliding down the back of my neck. Every breath I took proved how rattled I was. Not from the agony, although that was significant, but from remembering what my sexy Russian had told me.
The ultimate in pleasure involved pain.
How did I know he was right?
My pussy was throbbing, juice slickening both inner thighs. The truth was I was a blissful mess.
As heat rose across my skin, he continued the spanking, methodical in his actions. One coming right after another. I held back squeals and moans, my face against the counter, the cool touch a welcome contrast to the heat building in my bottom.
He stopped long enough to caress my skin, staring at me the same way I was doing with him. When the right corner of his mouth crooked, another shiver drifted all the way to my toes.
“Who are you, Vivian?” he asked as he pushed his full weight against me.
“You know who I am. A doctor determined to live her life the way she wants.”
As he pressed his lips against my neck, a series of shivers shifted down my spine, his hot breath cascading across my skin causing a series of filthy thoughts. “Who is your father?”
“Just a rich man with no morals.”
His laugh was fraught with a sound that was as unnerving as the man. “Will I discover secrets you’re determined to hide from me?”
“Don’t we all have them?”
The nip of my ear made me weak in my knees. “You’re right. But some secrets are more dangerous than others.”
We were far too much alike.
And that terrified me more than anything.