Chapter twenty six
Nadia
“What are you feeling?” He traces the bridge of my nose, smoothing away the crease between my brows.
“Right now, I’m fucking annoyed.” A deep chuckle escapes his throat at my expense.
We were playing with fire, and we were both bound to get burned. We were in Briarwood. I was here following up on a lead I had with the Scorpions and visiting Rainer, Kendra, and company. When Riven found out about my plans to skip town, he decided to tag along.
If anyone saw us? If Pop found out? All hell would break loose.
The Scorpions had escaped to Briarwood when Pop and Naoya Hattori were cleaning house. But when I first came searching for them, I found they had been overthrown by the brother I never knew I had and his gang of misfits. They go by the Wicked now.
No one knew about Rainer being my brother apart from Riven, but everyone here knew about Riven and me. At first, I was trying to keep things lowkey between us, but everyone had their suspicions. There was no point tryna hide it anyways. At least here, we could be free.
Right now, we were at Apollo’s Lair, a five-floor club where you could indulge in any sort of vice you wanted, and things became more and more debauched the further up you went. Currently, we were at the nightclub that took up both the second and third floors.
I was leaning on the balcony in the closed-off owner’s suite overlooking everyone raging on the dance floor below me.
Riven was on my right, looking like the devil come to tempt you for one night of pleasure in hell, one night where he’d make you forget about going to heaven.
He was dressed casually in black jeans, a tight shirt, and a long-since-discarded leather jacket.
Not the one with his Phantoms crest on it.
Leaning in, he presses a kiss to my lips.
“And now?” He asks.
“Maybe a little better. Maybe .” He grins.
“Don’t let it get to your head, phantom.” I roll my eyes.
“Your neck will give out.”
“Too late.”
Our banter was good-natured, and something I’m glad hadn’t changed since he coerced me into this relationship.
One of my favorite things he did was ask me what I was feeling.
If I was around other people, it was second nature for me to control my expression and body language, making sure not to show even the faintest microexpression.
I was unreadable, ineffable, and I liked it that way.
But I was learning to let my guard down around him so he could study me.
It was how he was learning to decipher emotions.
He was a devoted student, eyes constantly roaming me, taking note of my posture, my breathing, my gaze.
All that so he could ask me what I was feeling so he could keep a catalog of it.
So that maybe when he was feeling any one of those things, he could finally understand what it was and why he was feeling that way.
It wasn’t a cure for his mental disorders, but it was a solution. For now. And I had to admit, I loved teaching him and having his unwavering attention on me. I didn’t deserve it. Not at all. But I was going to savor it for as long as I could. For as long as he lets me.
He pulls me closer and devours my lips. Demolishes my defenses and lays havoc on my ice-cold heart.
“Ugh, get a room.” Our mouths don’t separate; we just ignore her. Riven pins me against the balcony, pushing up against me like he wants to rip me open and curl up next to my soul. My hands are on his face, giving it just as good as I get it.
For the briefest moment, I open my eyes and see Sloane.
Martini in hand, she rolls her eyes and walks away, but not before I see the smile on her face.
Sloane is my ex. We were hooking up for a while when I first came to Briarwood, and every time since.
We cut ties months before Riven and I got together, and we’re still close friends, but all logic leaves Riven when it comes to other people and me.
I don’t blame him; I’d hate for him to see how crazy I could be for him.
“Maybe she’s right.” I have to pry my lips away just to say those words. He looks at me questioningly.
“Let’s get a room.” I run my thumb over his bottom lip, and he bites it. My thighs clench.
“To the fifth floor we go.”
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The fifth floor is sin incarnate. A glorified sex club where people can live their deepest and darkest fantasies, no matter how fucked up they are. It doesn’t take long for us to secure a private room, this one accurately named Rogue.
The entire room is bathed in red light. I walk in first, Riven stalking behind me, the click of the lock eliciting goosebumps all over my body.
The room is massive. To the left, a huge bed with a tufted velvet headboard and black sheets.
To the right, a lounge with leather chairs and a fur rug.
But the antique armoire in the back is what entices me the most.
He comes up behind me, tucks some hair behind my ear, and drags kisses down my neck, stopping at my shoulder.
Before he can say or do anything else, I saunter to the armoire, opening drawers, delighted by the number of toys, head filling with dirty ideas.
I find what I’m looking for, but I tuck them away for now, and meet Riven where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
My fingers clutch his hair, and I pull, making him look at me.
“Strip.” My command is low but direct, leaving no room for argument.
His brow lifts with intrigue, but he complies.
His shirt goes first, him pulling it over his head with one hand.
Then, he’s unbuckling his belt, standing to his full height to pull his pants, shoes, and socks off.
Until he’s completely naked and towering in front of me.
Sculpted muscle adorned in lines of black ink.
Under the red light, he looks downright menacing. Like a god on a warpath.
But even gods bow to someone. Tonight, that’s me.
With a single hand on his chest, I push him hard, back onto the bed, crawling after him til his head is on the pillow and the headboard is within reach. I pull the handcuffs from my pockets. His eyes light up in amusement.
“You gonna cuff me, daredevil?” He squeezes my hip, daring me.
“I’m still a little salty about the last time we used these.” When he denied me my orgasm and marked me forever.
Quick as lightning, I cuff his wrist, dragging it off my hip and above his head.
His next hand goes just as easily. I know he won’t fight me on this; he loves the games we play too much.
Still straddling him, I pull my top off and unclasp my bra.
His eyes flare with heat, fingers flexing over the cuffs.
Hopping off the bed, I shred off my pants next, my back still to him.
The panties I keep. I know how much black lace drives him insane. I grab another toy from the armoire, making sure to keep it out of his sight, and climb back onto the bed.
“You tell me to stop, I will.” I kiss his Adam’s apple, relishing the way he swallows as I kiss my way up to his lips. It’s my turn to devour him, getting wetter with every groan that leaves him. I bite his lips hard, managing to split the skin.
“Otherwise, you’re at my mercy tonight.” I seal the words with another quick kiss and pull away.
He doesn’t see it coming, but he definitely feels it. The sharp sting of my whip on his thigh. He jerks against the restraints.
“Fuck.” He grunts. My mouth is there in an instant, licking away the pain, smoothing it with my kiss. As soon as I feel the tension leave him, I’m there again with the whip, this time on his other thigh.
“Say ‘fuck’ like you mean it.”
“Fucking hell.” He throws his head back.
“You can take it, baby,” I promise, pressing kisses to the abused skin.
My whip goes back to the previous thigh. He contorts on the bed, but his cock tells me what his mouth won’t. He’s fucking hard for this. For me. My mouth waters. I alternate his thighs for a bit, moving onto his chest and abs when I feel his thighs have taken enough.
“Fuck!”
His cock fucking leaks for me, pre-cum dripping down his length. I can’t help myself. I put his cock in my mouth and suck. Hard.
“Shit, Nadia.” He whimpers. His pre-cum mixes with my saliva, making it easy for me to bob my head up and down. I take my time, thoroughly enjoying myself and his reactions.
“Please. Uncuff me, please.” I let his cock fall out of my mouth, instead taking him between my tits. He watches intently as I gather some saliva, letting our juices dribble down my chin and coat his cock.
“Show me how much you want me.” And he does. Driving his hips up and fucking himself with my tits while I hold them together for him.
“I’m close, don’t stop.” What do I do? I stop. His eyes open and he glares at me. It makes me laugh.
“You don’t get to cum.” Like a panther, I prowl further up the bed, my nipples dragging themselves along his taut skin.
“Not until I tell you to.” I straddle his face, hooking my underwear to one side, leaving me exposed to him.
“And certainly not before I do.” After all, he still owes me one. There’s a devilish glint in his eyes. I knew he’d love this.
“Now, be a good boy and make me cum.” He gets to work. His tongue prods at my entrance, relishing my taste, and the flood of wetness waiting for him. He laps and sucks, not bothering to be gentle.
“Sit on my face.” He commands.
Who am I to deny myself the pleasure? It’s his turn to drive me insane. He teases me, giving me just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough. I need more. Eventually, I decide to just take what I want. One hand on the headboard, I grind myself down, fucking myself on his eager mouth.
“Yes, right there.” I moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. My head is thrown back, too far gone in the sheer ecstasy. I don’t even notice until he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on the bundle of nerves and flicking it back and forth with his tongue.
“Fuck, Riven !”
He groans in appreciation as my orgasm bursts through me, making my legs and core tremble. I have to throw myself to the side when my body gives up, no longer able to hold myself together.
“I need to be inside you. Now.” His breathing is ragged, his lips shining with me.
Ignoring his frustration, I sit on him instead, rubbing my soaked pussy all over his stiff cock, swollen with the veins protruding… We both moan at the feeling. It was fucking bliss, the head of his cock pulsing over my clit. I had to bite my lip.
“I need you, Nadia. Please. Uncuff me.”
My head was in the clouds, reason nonexistent, so I did as he asked. I grabbed the keys off the bed where I’d left them next to his head, only uncuffing one wrist. Still, it was all he needed to haul me onto his cock, thrusting all the way inside me in one go.
“Fuck!” I screamed at the ceiling. Bracing both my hands on his chest, I fucked him good and hard. His free hand was everywhere. On my hip, squeezing my tits, spanking my ass. I was in rapture.
“Riven… I need… I need more.” I babbled incoherently.
“I know.” He sat up, putting us chest to chest.
My hands moved to his broad shoulders as I continued to ride him. His mouth was alternating between my nipples, sucking them, bruising them, kissing them. When I came down, he was drilling up, accelerating our rhythm. The feeling was so intense, it was euphoric.
“Don’t stop,” I warned him.
“I couldn’t if I tried.” He grunted.
It all came crumbling down when he trailed his hand over my hip and towards my pussy. He pinched my lips and started circling my clit with his thumb. I detonated, eyes rolling so far back I saw stars, his name the only thing on my lips.
I was dead weight on his chest as my orgasm rolled through me. Faster and faster he went, whispering the dirtiest things in my ear, until he cursed and collapsed over the edge with me, falling back on the bed.
We were both soaked in sweat, both fighting to catch our breath. Our cum had mixed and was seeping out of me, making my thighs sticky and staining the bedsheets.
“You’re a horrible submissive.” I jabbed. No, he wasn’t. It was a blatant lie.
“Really? Cause you seemed to be enjoying yourself.” I did. He was perfect.
“Whatever.”
I swatted his chest and sat up, my pussy protesting when I got off of him. God, I was gonna be sore tomorrow, but it was so fucking worth it. When I finally faced him, he was smirking. Bastard. He enjoyed it as much as I did. Maybe I’d have to take control more often.
“You know you liked it too.”
“Never said I didn’t. You never fail to amaze me.” He jerked his still restrained wrist.
“Now, uncuff me so I can take care of you.”