Chapter 15 - Artyom
I didn’t break the kiss when I hauled Ninel onto my lap, my hand slamming the lever to push the seat back until there was no space left. Pretending I didn’t want her had been a fucking lie. Pretending I could resist her was even worse.
She was mine. And today, she was going to learn what that meant.
I yanked my jacket, then the dress from her body in seconds. I twisted her nipples and she cried out and arched into me.
When I found out she’d slipped away from me again, I saw nothing but red.
My little wife thought she could outwit me, slip through my fingers like smoke.
And every time I thought I caught her, she slipped away, and it made me want to build a damn cage and lock her away forever, so she'd stop fucking running.
When I finally had her cornered and she looked at me without an ounce of regret, I lost it. No person alive had ever been able to make me lose control or break character the way she did. No one but Ninel.
I was a possessive bastard, and I hadn’t meant to rip her buttons like that.
She belonged to me and her body was for my eyes only.
Even if we were in a damn dressing room I didn't trust that there weren't cameras hidden in the walls. But the moment that first moan broke from her lips, raw and sweet, and her nipples strained against the lace, I knew I wasn’t walking away.
I was a sadistic son of a bitch who used women like they were nothing.
Fuck them, break them, and throw them away.
They all came in pretending they could handle me, that they could take the pain.
Some even smiled through the first few bruises.
But it never lasted. Eventually the tears came, the begging started, and those fake moans of pleasure turned into sniffles I couldn’t stomach.
But biting into Ninel's soft skin wasn’t pain for her, it was pleasure. The way she trembled when my teeth sank into her neck made my cock throb so hard it hurt. Precum slid down my shaft, demanding I bury myself inside her until she couldn’t fucking breathe without me.
I had two fucking choices: take my wife for the first time like a savage in a changing room…or destroy her in our bed.
I chose the latter.
At least I thought I did. Because the second she slid into the passenger seat and I caught her with her hand in her panties, touching herself I nearly fucking exploded. I caught her wrist, dragging her hand away as she whimpered with need.
Now, her sultry moans echoed inside the car as I tore her bra away, shredded her panties with a single pull.
The more she tugged my hair, the rougher I got, my blood roaring with violence and desire.
Every sound she made drove me deeper into that dangerous place where possession bled into obsession and I knew there was no coming back.
She was mine.
And I was claiming her today.
I shifted her so I could shove my pants and boxers down to my knees. Pressing Ninel back against the wheel, I spread her legs over the backrest, opening her up for me, exposing her cunt to my control.
Her hair was neatly trimmed, soft, and when I slapped my cock against her clit her hips shot up on instinct, a sharp moan spilling out of her. I twisted her nipples with my free hand, enjoying the way her body arched in both pain and pleasure.
“Do you like that, printsessa?” I growled.
I already knew the answer. Her cunt was dripping, flooding my thigh as if begging for me, the scent of her fucking arousal clinging to the car. Her ragged breathing and broken moans only made me harder.
Slowly, I slid my fingers through her wet cunt, and she ground herself against the underside of my shaft desperately.
“Tell me, printsessa. Has anyone ever claimed this cunt before?”
She shook her head, but that wasn’t good enough. I pinched her clit hard enough to make her cry out.
“Words. Has anyone ever claimed this cunt before?”
“No…”
My lips twisted into a cruel grin. I squeezed her nipple, harder this time, making her writhe under me.
“Have you used toys before?”
Her answer came on a ragged moan. “Yessss…”
“Inserted?”
“No…” she gasped. “Just on my clit.”
I grabbed her neck, pulling her towards me.
“You’ll never put another fucking toy on my cunt again. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
Her submission set me on fire. Watching Ninel fucking compliant beneath me, fed the darkest part of me…the sadist, and the possessor.
I’d never given a damn if a woman hurt before, pain was part of the game, and I always took what I wanted. But with her…fuck, it mattered.
“Printsessa…if it’s too much, you tell me. You fucking tell me, got it?”
My hand clamped around her breast, hard enough to make her gasp.
“Yesss…” she hissed, pupils blown wide.
“Good. Now tell me you can take all of me in one go. I need you, Printsessa. I’m done waiting.”
Her gaze dropped to my cock, and for the first time, hesitation flickered in her eyes.
She swallowed hard, looked at me, then back at the thick length of me.
She was small and the vicious part of me almost wanted to break her in my way.
But another part, the part she owned, worried she couldn’t handle me.
“I can,” she whispered.
Using the lever I adjusted the back of the seat slightly. She positioned herself, stooping over me, her knuckles white as her hand clutched the headrest. I lined myself up at her soaked entrance, my other hand twisting her nipple, making her arch with a sharp moan. She started to sink down on me.
“Fuck…” I growled.
Her breath came in broken gasps, her body fighting to take me, her walls strangling me. But I tortured her nipples and her clit, slapping her ass, until pain blurred into pleasure and she slid deeper, inch by inch. When she finally sat flush against me, I thought she’d pause, try to adjust.
But Ninel grabbed my hair, crashed her mouth to mine, and bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.
Her lips brushed mine as she growled and demanded, “Fucking claim me, Artyom.”
I grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks wider, giving myself more room to take what was fucking mine.
Lifting Ninel, I slammed her down onto my cock, again and again, until she was forced into my rhythm.
Virgin or not, she wasn’t soft. She clawed, bit, and marked me like she was marking me as hers.
And I fucking loved that she did. Our grunts and snarls filled the air, savage and desperate, neither of us willing to give in first.
Her body betrayed her before mine did, she came, hot and trembling around me. I drove into her one last brutal thrust and spilled inside her, grinding it deeper. She collapsed against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, still buried in her, refusing to let go.
She didn’t try to move off me, and that alone made my cock twitch again. I fucking loved the connection, loved the thought of keeping her filled. She moaned at the pressure, but she didn’t resist.
I knew that after what we shared our relationship would change. And I was ready to see where it led.
Eventually, her breathing slowed, and she drifted off.
I shifted the seat, covered her with my jacket, and pressed the button to slide the tinted privacy screen back into place.
The rain had stopped, the world outside was calm, but inside me the storm was still raging.
My cock stayed inside her, throbbing, as I flashed the SUV at the front.
My security detail pulled out and I followed.
By the time I reached home, I already knew what had to be done. I'd call Lev and tell him about Ninel. A deal would be struck, and my wife wouldn't be going anywhere.
The other SUVs parked in front while I rolled into the garage. I adjusted my clothing, and wrapped her tighter in my jacket. I hauled her against me, my belt hanging loose as I carried her upstairs.
I laid her in our bed, cleaned her up and tucked her under the covers. Only then did I strip, shower, and climb in beside her…naked, my arm locked possessively around her as I let sleep take me.
When I woke up, the clock read five in the morning. The first thing I did was reach for my wife only to find cold sheets and an empty space.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept that deeply. Usually, I was up every two or three hours, my mind restless, my body primed for violence. But last night? I was out cold. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was the illusion of peace that came from having Ninel close.
I checked my phone. There were no missed calls, no messages from Zahkar or Yegor. Good. At least I knew the faction was still standing.
I made my way to the bathroom expecting Ninel to be there, but it was empty. After getting ready for the day, I went in search of her. I scoured every corner of the house, my irritation deepening with each empty room.
Did she fucking run again?
The thought alone had my blood boil, my fists twitching. But when I stepped outside, I spotted Ruslan near the gazebo, and beyond him, wrapped in a blanket, my wife.
She was staring off into the dark, her eyes distant. Only when I stepped in front of her did she snap back to reality. She startled, and stood quickly.
“Why the fuck are you out here and not in our bed?” I growled. It wasn’t the line I wanted to greet my wife with after what we shared yesterday, but it was a question that needed a fucking answer.
Her chin lifted. Her fucking defiance was back. “Is there a reason I can’t be here?”
“It would’ve been nice to wake up next to my wife,” I bit out.
“And it would’ve been nice to have some peace and quiet without being bombarded with an argument before sunrise.”
She turned, walked away, leaving me with nothing but the scent of her and a surge of violent temptation. I wanted to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, drag her back to our bed where she belonged, where I could fuck that defiance right out of her.
But my phone rang. It was Yegor.
I let her go.
For now...
My faction needed me.