Chapter 11
Chloe
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I’ve fallen in love with a badass murderer.
“Take that, Pops.” I laughed bitterly after starting the water, waiting a few seconds so I wouldn’t freeze to death.
To my surprise, the splash over my uninjured hand was warm, bordering on hot.
Just stripping off my clothes almost became an exercise in futility, the bandage far too much of a hindrance.
But I finally prevailed, stepping into the claustrophobic stall and backing against the furthest wall.
At least I had some peace and privacy, not completely under the man’s scrutiny.
I closed my eyes, trying to work through the frustration and the fear.
I enjoyed a few minutes of quiet, enough to be able to breathe again.
The slight cold draft made me bristle. I should have known he wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Don’t,” I whispered, yet my body’s reaction was immediate, butterflies swarming my tummy, my pulse racing.
I was breathless from his scent alone. When I opened my eyes, I was driven back into the same roar of desire I’d experienced the night before.
He closed the curtain, his eyes piercing mine. Every move he made was that of a true predator stalking his prey, inching ever so slightly closer until he was merely centimeters away.
I pushed my hand against his chest, unable to stop the connection we’d shared since the beginning of this nightmare. He’d captured a portion of me that he’d never return, and I’d never be free of him.
There was something entirely different about him, as if I’d cracked the last piece of his armor. But there was no way to fully trust him. I couldn’t take the anguish.
When he was mere inches away, his chest rising and falling, he studied me for several seconds.
He took an exaggerated deep breath, his nostrils flaring.
The pulsing water beaded down his chest, the dim bathroom light adding a light sheen to his ink.
Reaching out, I traced the gorgeous dragon, swirling the tip of my finger around the creature’s eye.
He didn’t interrupt nor did he try to touch me. It was just a quiet moment shared between lovers.
The joy of discovering his tattoos allowed me to understand a small portion of him. He’d chosen bold characters; creatures considered the strongest and most cunning. He was truly stunning in every way, his muscles chiseled from years of hard work, his skin scarred from brutal injuries.
His breathing became more ragged, his muscles tensing from my touch. Every cell in my body was on fire, the need for him attacking every synapse. I wanted his touch. I craved his strong hold and passionate kisses. I longed to have his cock buried deep inside.
As I brushed my finger over his shoulder, he reached for my hand, squeezing then bringing my fingers to his lips. Ever so gingerly he rubbed them back and forth, whispering beautiful words in Russian.
“Moya sladkaya detka.”
My sweet baby.
I wanted that to be true. Leaning closer, I rose onto my tiptoes, dragging my tongue across his jaw.
The three-day stubble had given him sexy shadows, his look rough and tumble.
When he lifted my chin, I could see pain in his eyes, another wave of regret.
He lowered his head, taking his time to press kisses against my skin.
“Mmm…” I clung to him, trying not to lose my balance. The combination of his hot breath and wet tongue gave me a series of shivers. I was trembling but excited, every ember ignited.
He was so gentle, allowing me another chance to catch of a glimpse of the other man, the one he’d protected from everyone. He was haunted, demons trailing behind him at every turn. If only things could be different.
A growl erupted from the depth of his being, the sound permeating the entire space.
I knew he would devour me. I closed my eyes, crawling my hands up and down his chest, the feel of his muscles against my fingertips amazing.
I could spend hours exploring his body, enjoying nothing more than the simple caress.
Crowding closer, he rubbed his hips back and forth, the instant friction forcing a moan from my throat. God help me but I wanted this man. He’d awakened everything inside of me. All the desires. All the need. He’d allowed the woman I’d pushed aside to break free of her chains.
“I want you,” he said in a husky whisper before sliding his tongue to my earlobe, nipping and sucking. “I broke my promise to you, Chloe. That will never happen again.”
Shuddering, I slipped my hand to his cock, rolling the tip of my finger around in circle after circle.
His shaft throbbed, filling my hand. He was so large that my pussy continued to ache from the night before.
But I wanted more. Maybe I was a fool, but I believed he was mortified at his earlier behavior.
I just wanted a few minutes of forgetting about the danger.
To feel his touch.
To experience his kisses.
To enjoy another round of passion.
When he leaned back, he shook his head ever so slowly. “You’re such a tease.”
“Maybe.”
“You know what happens to bad little girls who tease me.”
“Why don’t you show me.”
Sighing, he brushed his hand down my arm, intertwining our fingers. “I care about you, Chloe. I have for months.”
“You have, huh? Why didn’t you tell me?”
I loved his laugh, the gravelly sound adding to the vibrations dancing all throughout my body.
“Because fucking your student is taboo.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “But oh-so delicious?”
“Absolutely.” Issuing another guttural sound, he captured my mouth, his hunger increasing every second. He slid his tongue inside, the man becoming a dominating force.
As the kiss became a passionate roar, I slipped my arms around his neck, pulling him against me. There was nothing like the way his body molded into mine. It was as if we’d been made for each other. The thought brought a wave of lust as well as another moment of sadness.
The brutal Russian drank his fill of me, controlling my tongue as he explored the dark recesses of my mouth. I could kiss him for hours, the softness of his lips in direct contradiction to his always increasing thirst.
He slipped his hand around the back of my neck, keeping his hold light, caressing my skin.
I refused to bristle. His touch was meant as a soft caress, allowing me to see he could be gentle.
Somewhere inside, I knew he could never hurt me again.
I’d seen it in his eyes. I’d felt it in his actions.
He was just as much under my spell as I was his, our electricity off the charts.
As the moment of passion continued, he eased my legs open and crawled his hand to my bottom, cupping and squeezing.
I was surprised when he pulled away, but I should have known what he had in mind. Within seconds, he turned me toward the wall, issuing several hard cracks across my bottom. There was no real pain, just my body reacting as it had since the first time he’d touched me.
I shuddered to my core, my pussy clenching and releasing after only a few seconds.
“Are you wet for me, little pet?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t I find out?” Nikolai put his hand between my legs, sliding his fingers up and down the length of my pussy.
Shivers coursed down every inch of my body, jolts of current setting my entire body on fire. I could never have imagined anything being more explosive than the night before, but I was wrong.
“Yes, you’re wet. Are you tight?” His velveteen voice floated all around us.
“Uh-huh. And aching.”
“Hmmm… Let me see.” When he thrust three fingers deep inside, flexing them open, I rose onto my toes with a string of sharp cries.
“Yes. Yes.”
He laughed in his dark and almost evil tone before blowing across my shoulders.
Then he resumed smacking my bottom, moving from one side to the other.
The sting continued to morph into the most incredible sensations.
Even though steam continued to build in the small space, goosebumps had popped along every inch of skin.
Panting, I dragged my tongue across my lips, gyrating my hips back and forth.
I had difficulty feeling my legs and I felt as if I was floating on a cloud as he repeated his actions, thrusting his fingers inside until my muscles clamped around them.
“So good. So…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, my heart pumping to the point there were echoes in my ears.
I was lightheaded, the fire burning in my belly increasing with each passing minute.
I pressed my face against the cool wall, trying to catch my breath.
After he delivered four more strikes in rapid succession, I felt him behind me.
Jutting my hips, I issued a soft growl of my own.
“My little pet is hungry,” he mused as he lifted one of my arms over my head then the other, careful to avoid my injured hand. “Keep your arms over your head or there will be consequences.”
“Mmm…” I almost wanted to risk punishment, but my desire was too great. I needed his cock deep inside of me. The anticipation was killing me.
He took his time, sliding his hips back and forth as he brushed his fingers down my sides, finally gripping my hip with one hand.
When I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my swollen folds, I pushed against the wall, arching my back.
“Very hungry,” he added then slid his shaft just inside. He waited another ten full seconds before thrusting the entire length of his cock into my pussy.
I cried out sharply as my muscles struggled to expand. The electricity shooting between us had become combustible. I was on cloud nine, lights and shapes swirling all around my periphery of vision. “Yes. Yes. Yes…”
He growled in a low-slung husk, the tone driving me to the point of madness. When he was fully seated inside, he peppered my shoulder with a series of kisses, dragging his tongue to the other side and biting down.