CHAPTER 12 “These Holes Were Made for Fucking”
“These Holes Were Made for Fucking”
“What the hell was that?”
I pace up and down my room, hours after Niko threw himself out of his second floor window. I had rushed to it almost instantly, sure that a dead body would be waiting for me on the cold ground.
And yet, nothing of that magnitude had transpired. No lifeless form or shards of broken glass was lying on the grass when I looked out over the empty frame. Not even a single footprint was left when I went to investigate the area around the mansion.
For hours, I searched the surroundings and still found nothing.
There has to be some reasonable explanation for what I saw. I refuse to believe that man turned into a wraith-like being right in front of my eyes.
“You are completely losing it, for Christ’s sake.”
What should I do?
I think about going to Rein or even Hunter and telling them what happened.
Am more than willing to confront them head on and any number of lies or stretched realities that they might throw at me.
But in the end, I chicken out, not wanting to be labeled a raging lunatic and be thrown out into the rain with no money on me and no other sign of human life within a walking distance.
No, I ultimately decide, I’ll return to the source of the problem, to the crime scene, and do what I do best: research, explore, and inquire.
Inching the door open and creeping like a thief in the night, I climb the many steps to Niko’s floor, my blood pumping with adrenaline.
The narrow hall stands empty, shadows swirling along the high-ceilinged walls as if alive. I glance behind, apprehension driving my feet forward, my mind imploring me to get the quest over and done with.
Reaching his chambers, I plaster my ear to the door, straining to make out any sound of movement from behind the thick wood.
Holding my breath while my heart thunders with its frantic beats reverberating across my chest, my fingers latch around the brass door knob. Sweat forms on my palms, my skin turning slippery from the salty film of liquid coating it.
The door cracks open, providing a sliver of space for me to inspect the room.
“Damn it,” I mutter low, keeping my voice almost inaudible as I struggle to make out the space. “I can’t see anything.”
I lean forward.
My nightgown catches onto the brass knob, pulling me back just before my body hits the door, forcing it open, the heavy wood banging the inside wall.
“Shit!” I hiss, wincing as the sound echoes throughout the mansion. After a few moments of waiting and praying that no one heard, I step into the opulent room—and freeze.
The once broken glass stands completely intact, the high window frames holding it in place as if just installed. I rush to it, frantically searching the surface for any indication of this morning’s events.
Not a single scratch is visible, the transparent material completely unmarred.
“How is this possible...” My fingers trace the glass, mind refusing to accept what my eyes are conveying to it. “I saw him—”
“What are you doing in my room?”
I spin around.
My mouth parts, hanging open in an embarrassingly wide way as I stare at the giant of a man that threw himself from this very same room mere hours ago, not a wrinkle on his perfectly polished look. No gash lies open on his chest, no blood stains his crisp white shirt.
“I—uh, I came to see how you were doing.” I swallow, backing up until I hit the glass, my throat drying up as Niko prowls towards me.
Like a predator on the hunt, his unwavering gaze locked on me, he approaches me, tilting his head as he takes me in. Long gone is the soft and vulnerable man that opened his heart to me in this very room mere hours ago, making me question if it ever truly even happened.
“And why would you care, hmm? You are nothing to me.” His arms rest on the window, caging me in as he murmurs low, “And I am nothing to you.” His nose grazes the side of my neck, tracing a fervid path to my ear. “You disobeyed me. Again.”
I gasp, bolting forward.
He blocks me, his sturdy body pressing me against the window. “Now, what did I tell you, little lamb? What will I be forced to do next time that you misbehave?”
The words lodge in my throat as my palms plaster against the wall, droplets of sweat beading down my spine as his promise comes crashing back to me.
“I–I don’t remember,” I lie, pulse racing. My heart threatens to erupt out of my chest cavity as his heated body comes within an inch of me.
“Perhaps I should show you, that way, you will be more mindful of doing as you’re told.” His tongue sweeps across my skin, licking my jaw and cheek, sweeping across my swollen lips.
A strangled moan escapes me.
His hand flies to my neck, pinning me to the glass. “I am going to wreck that pretty mouth of yours, Elena. You will be begging for mercy by the time that I am through with you.”
My pussy tightens, mind bursting with depraved thoughts. Wetness drenches my thigh as arousal leaks out of my pulsing core.
Oh, how I crave for this man to ruin me, to leave me shattered in pieces, strewn across the floor at his feet.
I was always reserved with my previous partners, fear of rejection forcing me to keep my sexual fantasies and ever-growing perverted needs to myself. Yet, there is something about this brooding male that radiates acceptance, setting me at ease even in the most stressing of times.
Courage washes over me.
It’s time that I finally face my deepest desires, no matter the consequences. I will be leaving soon anyway; any damage that might follow my impulsive decision will remain hidden away forever in this foreboding mansion.
My gaze lifts, meeting his glare.
“I want you to use me.”
He jerks back, as if stung, the hand cuffing my neck retracting to his side. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” A look of deep torment sweeps over his rugged features, fists clenching at his sides, as if battling internally with himself.
“Please.” I fly to him, fingers latching onto his shirt, desperation urging me on. “I need to feel alive.”
“Elena—”
“Break me, Nikolas.”
He snaps, his eyes glazing over as he throws me onto the bed. “Take your clothes off.”
I hesitate, crawling backwards until I hit the backboard.
“What did I say?” His belt comes undone as he towers over me. He pulls it out, snapping it between his hands. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
Shaking my head, not daring to challenge him, my garments find their way onto the floor, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable.
“Where are your panties, little lamb? Did you forget to wear them today?”
“I–I washed them, they are the only pair that I have.”
He chuckles, licking his lips, his hungry gaze sweeping over my flesh. His belt caresses my leg as it moves up my body, stroking the smooth skin of my breasts, leaving a blazing trail of need behind.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
I nod. Shivers erupt all over me, my pussy throbbing with anticipation as the leather lowers to the apex of my thighs.
He hums in approval, then orders, “Open.”
I swallow.
The belt flies at me, smacking my upper thigh. I hiss as he repeats the command, “I said, open your fucking legs.”
I do so, spreading them wide, the pleasant burn of the hits causing slick to pour out of me in heavy streams of moisture.
“Mmm,” he groans, leaning down. His long fingers slide easily through my wet slit, dipping into my tight hole. “You like being punished, little lamb?” The belt smacks me again as he thrusts two thick digits into my pulsing core.
I moan, holding on to my knees, raising them until they’re elevated by my face.
“More,” I breathe, watching his magnificent fingers disappear into my hot center. He pumps away, knuckle deep, hitting me across the thighs, the leather leaving crimson marks over my ivory skin. “More!” I plead, my soul singing with ecstasy.
He stops, his features turning grave as a deep scowl marks his face. “Know your limits, Elena. I will not hurt you.”
“Please!” I wail, chest heaving.
He flips me onto my stomach, his fingers dripping with my arousal.
“You want to feel alive, little lamb?” A cry of shock escapes my parted lips when his palm connects with my bare skin, then again, over and over, until sweet pain laces through me and the crimson handprint of his punishment marks my ass.
I gasp, hands instinctively flying to cover myself up.
He grabs my wrists behind my back, wrapping his belt around them and leaving me completely helpless. “Do not ever do that again. You will not hide your body from me. Do you understand?” I nod. “Use your words, woman.”
“Yes, Nikolas.”
“Good girl,” he purrs in that sultry voice of his, kneeling behind me and massaging my flesh as he spreads my cheeks.
“You will take whatever I give you. And then, if you behave, I will let you choose if you want my cock filling your ass or that pretty mouth of yours.” A loud slap follows his promise, the noise of his palm connecting with my skin echoing around us.
“Are you going to obey me, Elena?” Smack.
“Am I going to have to punish you again?” Smack. “Answer me.” Smack, smack, smack.
I choke on air, my pussy clenching right in front of that devil of a man. He slaps me again.
“Yes! I will obey you, Nikolas.”
His massive hands cup my flesh, stroking it in slow circles, soothing the reddening skin until I no longer feel the pain.
“Now, to earn your prize.” My hips are elevated as he lifts my ass high in the air.
Spreading my cheeks wide and leaning down, he spits on my forbidden hole.
“Do you want me filling you here—” His middle finger pushes into me, pumping deep.
“—or do you want to gag around my cock?”
Planting my face firmly into the mattress, I wail away. He inserts another thick digit into my pucker, stretching the delicate skin.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream into the bed, helpless to do anything but take it as my wrists strain against the leather of Niko’s belt.
“Wrong answer.” A callused finger thrusts into my pulsing pussy. “Shall we try again?” He adds another one, curling his digits, rubbing them against my shimmering pink walls as he drills into my two holes with fluid slow motions.
“Niko—” Panting like an animal in heat, I move on his fingers, pushing my hips back and impaling myself mindlessly on them.
“Yes,” he growls. “That’s it, take what you need from me.”
A deep scowl marks his features as he grinds into me.
“I am going to destroy every fucking hole in your body. I want my cum dripping out of you, Elena. I want my balls shriveled up from how good you suck me.” He leans down, biting my flesh.
I squeal. “And after you’re done choking around my cock, I will rip your ass in two like the perfect little pleasure starved creature that you are.
” He chuckles, pulling his fingers out at the same time.
“You will wish that you had never met me. Let us begin.”