Chapter Twenty #2
My voice came out softer. Artur released my waist, allowing me to step back.
I turned to leave because if I stayed any longer, I would let him have his way with me.
I stared down at my blouse while buttoning it up.
It was bloody. What if he was only trying to take it off because it was stained?
What if I had been overthinking his actions?
Artur closed the distance like he’d been waiting for me to hesitate. To my complete shock, he cupped my cheek and slammed his lips against mine. The force sent me stumbling back, and he followed, deepening the kiss, demanding my lips to obey and kiss him back.
But I didn’t kiss him back. My legs kept moving backward, my back arched, as his hand gripped me. When I hit the bed, I gasped and fell back. That’s when he stopped kissing and hovered above me.
His gaze flickered to my lips for a fraction of a second before returning to my eyes. And I did the same, my eyes betraying me as they lingered on his mouth.
The air between us grew thick with something neither of us could name but only feel. The second my eyes met his again, he resumed undoing the buttons of my blouse. This time, I didn’t stop him.
The world ceased to exist. The brutal truth about him faded into nothing. At that moment, he was something else. I wondered what those hands could do when they weren’t built for destruction.
Artur removed my top. My skin burned under his gaze, the intensity in his expression making my breath hitch. He wasn’t rushing. He was taking his time, drinking me in like I was some delicious wine.
A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers ghosted over the bra strap, slipping beneath it. He could tear it away in a heartbeat, but he hesitated. He was waiting. I realized he wasn’t taking; he wanted me to give.
I gulped. “You’re drunk… are you going to hurt me?” I wanted to feel, but feared surrendering to a devil.
His hunger was unmistakable, eyes brimming with desire. His lips found my neck. A featherlight kiss sent a shiver down my body. I swallowed a moan, but he didn’t stop. His mouth moved to another spot, each kiss growing heavier and hungrier until he was branding me.
Every place he touched burned. His hand slid to my breast, kneading it. My bra felt like an obstacle. And he must have thought the same because his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding my nipple.
A sharp pleasure spiked through me when he touched the rock-hard nipple.
His mouth replaced his hands. He bit, licked, and sucked.
His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak until my body trembled beneath him.
A broken moan escaped my lips, my body surrendering, offering him more.
And I knew I would never be the same after this.
Artur’s lips ventured to places that no one had ever touched before. I gripped the sheets beneath me for support, trying to steady myself as his hands worked their way over my skin.
He trailed lower, leaving a heated path toward my navel. My skirt slipped up, exposing me. I lifted my hips as he unzipped it. His eyes met mine, and his hands settled on my hips, pulling me toward him. He lowered himself, his mouth lingering near the edge of my panties.
The hands that had taken lives with ruthless precision now moved tenderly over my skin, making me crave every touch.
His grip tightened on my thighs, forcing them apart.
Artur placed a kiss against my panties. I felt wanted.
When his fingers found their way inside me, rubbing, pinching, teasing, I lost it, unable to hold myself up any longer.
He gripped the waistband of my underwear and peeled them off, and I let him, desperate to feel more.
The room seemed to close in around us as he sank to one knee in front of me, positioning himself between my legs.
Without hesitation, he licked a slow, deliberate line over my sex.
A moan escaped me. He forced my thighs wider as his tongue worked over me with masterful precision. He bit down on my clit, and my body jerked, a cry of pleasure spilling from my lips.
The feeling was almost too much to handle. Stars danced behind my eyes as his tongue pressed deeper, moving with an unrelenting rhythm that had me trembling beneath him. I hoped he wouldn’t stop.
He replaced his tongue with his finger, slipping inside me with a torturous slowness. He sucked, kissed, and devoured me, his finger pushing me toward the edge of insanity.
Tears of pleasure slipped, but I couldn’t pull away. I became addicted to this feeling. I was on the brink of something, a rush of sensation building as he kept his finger moving in and out.
“Fuck,” I cried out. He climbed over me, his finger never stopping.
Artur gripped my hair, drawing me closer to him as his movements quickened.
Each thrust of his finger drove me closer to the edge.
I couldn’t hold on much longer. My body quivered.
With a final push, he pulled out his finger and rubbed me until I spilled over.
I gasped, my eyes locked with his as he made me come undone.
I wanted to look away, but he kept me there, forcing me to meet his gaze, to feel every part of this moment.
My chest heaved, and my body relaxed under his weight. I couldn’t deny it. I had never felt anything like it. It felt too good and too intense.
“To answer you, I’m not drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing.” He released me and stood, his hand on his belt as he unbuckled it. Shifting, I closed my legs. “I told you to leave, didn’t I?”
I gulped. He unzipped and released his cock, and a shudder ran through me. He was hard and thick, God help me.
“Get on your knees.” He gripped my hair, yanking me closer to him. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.
Obeying him, I opened my mouth, and he shoved himself inside, filling my mouth. He thrusted in and out, the fullness stretching my throat. I fought the urge to pull back, knowing he wouldn’t let me.
Gagging sounds filled the room as he moved relentlessly, his grip tightening in my hair. My eyes fluttered open and closed as I struggled to keep up, trying to breathe between each thrust. He hit the back of my throat with increasing force.
The pace quickened. My breath became shallow. I couldn’t think or focus on anything except the way he moved, the way he controlled me.
With a brutal force, he pushed into my throat, filling me. His release flooded down my throat. He didn’t stop, he went further, forcing me to take all of him, swallowing every drop.
When he finally pulled away, my head spun, and I gasped for air, trying to regain my bearings. He didn’t give me a moment to recover. He yanked me around, his arm wrapping around my chest and pulling me back against him.
My throat burned, the salty taste of his release still lingering in my mouth. His free hand slid down my stomach, tracing the outline of my body as if he were mapping out the terrain. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, then murmured.
“Now that you’re here. Let’s talk about the deal.” His voice was low and menacing, and it made my heart race. “Doing this means nothing, Little Gem.”
Reality settled back. And slowly, my heart shattered into pieces.
“Let me tell you something,” he said, pressing his lips against my jaw. I could barely breathe. “I’m Rodion fucking Konstantinov. And there are only two things I care about. Business and money.”
“Can I leave?” I gasped through the tightness in my chest.
He chuckled, the sound of it colder than any winter night. “Leave my territory. I never want to see you again.” He unwrapped himself from me and stepped away. I stayed frozen, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire.
After a few seconds, a door slammed, and I shivered. I wiped my tears, slipped out of bed, dressed in a daze, and walked out. But I left a piece of myself in that room, one I knew I would never reclaim.