15. Chapter Fifteen #3
“My poor, little wife. I’ve made you this way. I should say sorry but I’m not. I knew the first moment I laid eyes on you I’d have you this way. Desperate and aching for my touch.”
He rubs my pussy faster and faster until I can’t think of anything else. Nothing else matters anyway.
Just as I think that, my second orgasm of the night washes over me and I slump against him, catching my breath. He continues to play with my pussy, stroking his fingers over it, like he’s petting a cat.
“Nikolai, please don’t tease me.”
He doesn’t listen to me and continues to run his fingers along my folds and nub.
“You’re so red and sore. Poor baby,” he mocks.
“But look. You did bleed for me again.” His finger swipes along my entrance and he holds it up, showing blood on his skin.
“Is that what you wanted?” He thrusts his finger into me, making me gasp and arch my back.
“You wanted to bleed, baby. Tell me how it feels.”
He stretches me wider when he inserts a second and then a third finger into me. It hurts so much but god, I love it. He lazily thrusts his fingers in and out of me.
“I needed it,” I gasp. My hips cannot stop bucking into his hand. The pleasure surrounding me is too much to bear. My wetness seeps out of me, coating his hand and my inner thighs. It’s tinged with blood.
“Then come for me again. Watch as I fuck you with my fingers.” He takes his sweet time with it. Never rushing, never frantic. I notice his cock is growing harder underneath me again.
“Nikolai. Oh, god. Please. Please!”
He smirks. I know he loves the hold he has over me and honestly, I love it too. I’ve never needed anything as bad. His fingers are able to stretch me out so wide, it hurts. I can’t stop myself from moaning. Pain and pleasure once again.
My hips become a frantic mess as I buck them into his hand until I can’t take it anymore. My orgasm rushes through me, making my toes curl and my body shake.
He pulls his fingers from my body and sets them against my lips.
“Lick them clean of your blood and my seed.” I do as he says, keeping my eyes on his through the mirror the entire time.
“Look at that, sweetheart. My cock is ready again. Do you need me once more tonight? Or should we wait? I really shouldn’t spoil you like this.
” He taps my pussy hard, making my hips jerk forward.
Nikolai slaps it again and I can’t help but moan.
In one fast motion, he sets me on my feet and leans me over the vanity table.
I rest all my weight on it as he grabs my hips and sinks his cock back into me.
He groans and the sound lights me on fire.
My body is so tired and spent, all I can do is rest my elbows on the table, letting Nikolai have his way with me.
That’s when he begins to spank me again. Each slap is loud and hard in the quiet room. I’m sure others can hear it outside but I really don’t care.
My body turns on more from the slaps to my backside. “Nikolai,” I gasp out.
He shows my body no mercy as he takes me from behind. Over and over and over again. Each of his thrusts is accompanied by a spank. When I first met Nikolai, I never knew this would be my fate but it only feels right.
“Take my cock deep inside of you, my sweetheart. I know how much you need it.”
“Oh,” I moan. It’s all I can think to say. No other words make sense right now. My face is on fire and my head is woozy. This amount of pleasure can’t be normal for just one person. It just can’t be.
The next time he spanks me with so much heat, I can’t help but come. Another orgasm rips its way through my body and I shake and shudder, trying to hold on for dear life. Nikolai groans as he fills me up. His thrusts become shallow until he pulls all the way out of me.
I collapse to the ground and he kneels next to me, pulling me into his arms. Cradling me like I’m a baby.
The tears hit me before I can help myself. Nikolai looks shocked for a moment as I sob but then his eyes soften and he tightens his arms around me.
“It’s ok, baby. Let it out. Let it all out.”
All the pain I’ve been through. All the anxieties and fears. Maria’s murder. Ana’s murder by my hands. My marriage to Nikolai and all the ups and downs of it. The life of a ballerina. My cold-hearted father and critical mother. Elena all alone in that house since Adriana is of no help.
And finally, the fact that I got to play my dream role and I’m amazing at it. My dream come true.
Everything comes out of me.
Nikolai holds me through it all. “You’re all right. Just let it go, sweetheart. Let yourself break.” So I can be remolded into the woman he wants.
So I can be remolded into the woman I want to be.
After a few minutes, my tears subside and Nikolai gently takes my chin and plants a soft kiss to my lips. His eyes are open and soft. I know in this moment I can love him. I can love a man capable of the things Nikolai has done.
Because I know I’m capable of those same things too.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, feeling self-conscious.
He pushes my sweaty, messy hair out of my face. “I’m thinking you’ve never looked more beautiful. I’ve pushed your body a lot these past two nights. It’s no wonder you cried. Let yourself be happy, Lana. Be happy with me.”
“I am,” I whisper. “It’s all so new and scary. But I am happy with you. I want this feeling to last forever.”
“Who says it can’t?”
“You belong to the mafia. So do I. We both know things rarely have a happy ending.”
He cups my face and gives me another gentle kiss, slowly healing me. “We can make our own ending. And I say it’s going to be a happy one. So let go and be with me.”
In this moment, I choose to believe him.