Chapter 6 #2
Remaining quiet, he moved to the back of the car, opening the trunk.
I hadn’t seen the number of bags he’d already placed inside.
What I could tell was at least one of them held weapons.
Just like the one he was wearing underneath his shirt.
Swallowing, I took mental note of everything when he grabbed three bags, tossing them over his shoulder then slamming the lid.
He never let go of me as we headed for the very end of the building, the last unit up against a group of trees.
The motel was so old that there were still old-fashioned keys.
After he unlocked the door, he pushed me inside, taking his time before turning on the light.
I backed away, fearful of what he would do.
Nikolai immediately closed the drapes and locked the door, scanning the interior of the room as if he half expected the bastards following us to be inside.
Then he dumped the bags, tossing the keys on the dresser.
I did my best not to stare at them, but I could swear he was able to tell what I was thinking, his gaze following mine.
“If you make another attempt to escape, I will hunt you down.” His words were simple, dark, and to the point. “I can’t afford to have any additional bullshit, Chloe. I think you know what we’re up against.”
“They want you dead.”
“And you, but I’m not going to allow that to happen. That much I promise you.”
Promise. As if his promises meant anything to me.
I would never be able to get away from him.
Him. The dangerous Bratva leader.
A murderer.
The man would tire of me. Then I’d be killed. Wasn’t that what happened?
He stood staring at me for several seconds. In his eyes was a combination of disappointment and hard-edged lust. There was no mistaking the way he undressed me with his eyes. His chest rising and falling, he was obviously debating what he was going to do to me.
For some reason, the little fighter in me took over. I couldn’t stand by and wait for the minute he decided to kill me. I was a tough girl. I’d been through a hell of a lot in my life and this savage brute wasn’t going to steal it from me.
So I lunged forward, pummeling my fists against him. The hits were hard and fast, yet they didn’t seem to faze him on any level. He let me try to beat the shit out of him without doing anything. That infuriated the hell out of me.
I twisted my body until I was almost able to knee him in the crotch. That got his attention. Snarling, he snagged both my wrists, yanking my arms behind my back.
“Let go of me,” I hissed.
“That’s not going to happen,” he snarled, his deep, rough voice sending a wave of vibrations dancing down the back of my legs. My God, the man’s horrible behavior was actually turning me on. Was I insane?
“I’m going to kill you,” I yelped in frustration.
He laughed the same deep and throaty sound I’d heard before, his eyes twinkling.
“I imagine you’re going to try. Obviously, you won’t be the first and I doubt you’ll be the last.” He stared down at me with those gorgeous eyes of his, taking several scattered breaths as he shook his head back and forth.
“You need harsh discipline in your life.”
“Not from you.” Why were my words little more than a whisper? I wiggled again, only managing to grind my stomach across his cock, his hard, throbbing cock. Oh, my God. Panting, I dragged my tongue across my lips, and I could tell that turned him on even more. “Get off me.”
I expected him to tie me to the bed or worse, but when he crushed his mouth over mine, a moan rushed up from my throat.
I was sick inside, continuing to fight him as he thrust his tongue past my lips.
The taste of him was incredible, leaving me tingling all over.
Lights flashed in front of my field of vision and I felt weak and helpless, yet my nipples ached to the point of utter anguish. No. No. No…
The kiss continued as he held me, the heat of his body explosive, electricity soaring through both of us. Yet every part of me hated his touch as much as my body’s reaction. He shifted my body, walking me back against the wall, slamming me against the hard surface.
When he yanked at my shirt, sliding his hand underneath, I jutted my hips forward.
But that only seemed to excite him even more.
He dragged the thin material up to my chest while he maintained the brutal kiss.
Everything about him was dominating, his utter need for control creating a sickening firestorm deep within.
He cupped my breasts, kneading both through the lacy material of my bra. I was electrified instantly, fighting to breathe as he pinched my nipples between his fingers. The pain was biting but delicious, sending a rush of vibrations into every cell.
When he broke the intimate moment, he shook his head several times before jerking my shirt up and over my head. After tossing the unwanted item, he smacked his hands on the wall with force, leaning over until our lips were almost touching. “You’re one difficult lady.”
I shoved my hands against his chest, but as the seconds wore on, I dug my fingers into his thick muscles. The man was a brute, refusing to budge. “You’re a monster.”
He chuckled, the dark sound exciting every one of my senses. “Yes. I am.”
There was no way to push him aside or to get away. As he loomed over me, I attempted to remain defiant, undulating my body in some crazy effort to rid myself of him. It was no use. I was only exciting him even more.
“You’re going to be punished,” he hissed.
“Fuck you.”
Nikolai took a deep breath, taking his time before expelling it across my face. “Trust me. That’s exactly what’s going to happen, but not until you’ve learned your lesson about defying me.”
Everything about the man was carnal, as if he was going to rip me apart.
As if he was going to devour me.
I threw a hard punch to his gut in my crazy attempt to get away.
He only growled, shaking his head slightly. “And you need to accept that I’m in control.”
“Never.” I suddenly couldn’t move, my entire body paralyzed as he slowly lowered the straps on my bra.
Just the way his fingers brushed across my skin stole my breath, the jolts of electricity crisscrossing through my body increasing.
Swallowing, I realized I was mesmerized by his actions.
After he exposed my breasts, a guttural and savage sound erupted from his mouth.
Very slowly he slid a single finger back and forth across my nipple. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Chloe. You’re going to remove your clothes. All of them. Then you’re going to lie across the bed. After that I’m going to spank you with my belt.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“And you disobeyed me. That’s not going to happen again. Think of your punishment as incentive.”
I clenched my jaw, shaking my head slowly. “You don’t own me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s entirely up to you. However, if I’m forced to remove your clothes, your punishment is going to be much worse.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
All the man had to do was cock his head, his eyes piercing mine.
“Okay. Fine. Just let me do it.”
After inhaling, he took a step away, allowing me to scoot by him.
I darted a glance at the door. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of being able to get to the door in time.
Damn it. Damn him. I shifted closer to the bed, turning away from him as I reached behind my back.
My fingers were almost numb as I tried to unfasten the hooks.
A whimper threatened to escape my mouth, but I refused to give him the satisfaction, snarling instead as I finally managed to pull the two ends away.
I shucked the piece behind me. Exasperated, I couldn’t care less where it landed.
I heard nothing but my own ragged breathing, closing my eyes as I unfastened my skirt then kicked off my shoes. The second I shimmied the material over my hips, a sickening wave of nausea mixed with another round of embarrassment. Just do it.
My little voice sounded so brave. I wasn’t certain any longer if I had the strength to be courageous. After tossing the skirt aside, I took several gulping breaths. For God’s sake, I’d worn pretty pink panties, the damn things frilly in detail.
Like a little girl would wear.
Correction. Like a bad little girl would wear.
“Panties too,” he huffed.
“Okay. Okay!” I was certain I’d get a couple of extra strikes for my insolence. Taking a deep breath, I finished the dreaded deed, feeling more exposed than I had in my entire life.
He shifted closer and when I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt, a lump formed in my throat. For a girl who’d never been spanked in her life before the horrible incident in the bathroom, the anticipation was already killing me.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
Reluctantly, I did as I was told, holding my arms over my breasts as I glared at him with as much venom as I could muster. The last thing I wanted him to see was how aroused I truly was.
When he started to tug the thick strap from the tight loops of his jeans, I couldn’t take my eyes off the wretched action.
With every yank of his hand, my stomach lurched.
There was also something almost sensuous about his actions, which completely fucked with my mind.
How could I be so attracted to him, enough so my thoughts remained lurid, a deep longing remaining at the surface?
As my eyes drifted to the thick bulge between his legs, I realized goosebumps had popped all the way down my arms.
The belt finally freed, Nikolai took his time to slide the thick leather between his fingers. “Lie on the bed.”