Chapter 22
NIKOLAI
The sedative takes her fast. One moment she’s whispering Please. Before I lose my nerve, and the next her weight is sagging against my chest, her breathing deepening into a drugged slowness.
I catch her and lower her to the bed.
Three months. Three months of tearing Chicago apart looking for her.
Three months of waking up rock hard and furious because she wasn’t in my bed where she belonged.
She fucked me, walked out with my clothes, and disappeared into my own city to murder my competition like she was redecorating it for her own use.
And when I finally caught her, she went for the knife in her boot.
I felt the move before her elbow finished moving—the woman she built while I was gone, the one who would have cut me if I’d been a half-second slower.
Mine. All of it. The teeth, the trying, and the eventual yielding.
I want every piece of what she has become.
I want her to keep trying. I want to be the only thing in her life she can’t outmaneuver.
When I finally caught her, she had the audacity to ask me to take her unconscious. Like she was doing me a favor. Like I hadn’t spent three months going feral over her.
“You’re going to wake up wrecked,” I tell her sleeping form. “You asked for it. You’re going to remember asking. And the next time you think about running from me, you’re going to remember exactly what it feels like when I catch you.”
I lay her down on the mattress, and her arms fall limply to her sides.
She’s already stripped down to her bra and panties, her pale skin luminous in the dim light filtering through her blackout curtains.
Perfect. I won’t have to cut the clothes off her body—though part of me wants to destroy everything that has touched her skin while I was gone.
My hands shake as I reach for her, and I force them to stay steady. Control. I need control.
But when I cup her breasts, feeling their weight in my palms, control becomes a foreign concept.
“Fuck,” I breathe, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they peak. Her body responds to me even like this.
I pinch her nipple harder, and a soft sound escapes her parted lips. Not quite a moan, but close enough to make my cock leak in my pants.
I trail my hands down her ribs, memorizing every curve, every scar I noticed from the surveillance footage.
She’s leaner now, harder. The underground fighting has carved her into a fierce and deadly force, but underneath she’s still my soft girl.
Still the woman who spread her legs for me and begged me to breed her.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” I tell her unconscious form. “About finding you again. About putting my baby in your belly.”
The dreams started a week after she disappeared. Vivid, filthy visions of her swollen with my child, unable to run from me, dependent on me for everything. I’d wake up rock hard and furious because she wasn’t there to take care of the ache she’d left behind.
I spread her thighs, and they fall open without resistance. She’s already glistening wet. Her body knows what’s coming. She prepared herself for this before the needle even went in.
“Look at you,” I murmur, settling between her legs. “Already soaked for me. You missed this as much as I did, didn’t you?”
I drag my tongue through her folds, and she tastes exactly like I remember—sweet and musky and completely addictive. The first taste makes me growl against her cunt, the vibration causing her hips to twitch.
I feast on her, lapping at her wetness and sucking her clit until her breathing changes. I slide two fingers inside her, and she’s so tight I have to work to stretch her open.
“That’s it,” I grunt against her pussy. “Take my fingers. Remember how this feels.”
Her inner muscles flutter around my digits, and I curl them upward, finding that spot that made her come apart. Even unconscious, a breathy whimper escapes her lips.
I add a third finger, stretching her wider, and her cunt clenches around me like a fist. She’s close. “Come for me,” I command, sucking hard on her clit while my fingers work inside her. “Show me you belong to me.”
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and a flood of wetness coats my hand as she comes, and I drink it all down, groaning at the taste of her release.
“Good girl,” I pant against her thigh, pressing kisses to her flushed skin. “Such a good girl for me.”
But I’m nowhere near done.
I pull my fingers out of her and immediately miss the tight heat of her body. My cock is so hard it throbs, straining against my pants, the piercing adding an edge of painful pleasure that makes me desperate to be inside her.
I tear at my belt and pants, freeing my aching cock. It springs up against my stomach, the head already slick with precum, the silver barbell through the tip catching the dim light.
“I’ve been thinking about this since you escaped,” I tell her, wrapping my hand around my shaft and stroking. “About being back inside you. About filling you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”
I position myself between her spread thighs and rub the head of my cock through her. The metal piercing catches on her clit, and even unconscious, she gasps at the sensation. Her hips roll, as if seeking more contact.
“You want this,” I growl, sliding my cock through her. “You’ve always wanted this. My dirty girl who gets wet thinking about me fucking her while she can’t fight back.”
I line myself up with her entrance and pause, just for a moment, to savor this. The moment before I reclaim her completely.
Then I slam inside her in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck!” The word tears out of me as her tight heat engulfs my cock. She’s so goddamn perfect, so tight and wet and mine. The piercing adds friction as I move, making every stroke electric.
Even unconscious, her body responds. Her pussy clenches around me, trying to accommodate my size, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.
“You feel that?” I pant, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. “Feel how perfectly your cunt fits my cock? Like you were made for me.”
I establish a brutal rhythm, fucking into her with long, hard strokes that make the bed creak beneath us. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I lean down to catch one nipple in my mouth, biting down until she gasps in her sleep.
“I’m going to fill you up,” I grunt against her skin, my hips snapping forward with animalistic need. “Going to pump you so full of my cum you’ll be dripping for days. And then I’m going to do it again and again until you’re carrying my baby.”
The fantasy consumes me, images of her in my bed, naked and pregnant flood my mind. I’ll fuck her every day until she gives me what I want.
“You’re going to look so beautiful,” I ramble, lost in the rhythm of claiming her. “All round and soft with my baby. Your tits heavy with milk. You won’t be able to run from me then.”
Her pussy flutters around me again, and I know she’s building toward another orgasm. Even unconscious, her body seeks the pleasure I give her.
“That’s right,” I encourage, reaching between us to rub her clit with my thumb. “Come on my cock. Show me how much you missed this.”
I feel the exact moment her climax hits. Her entire body goes rigid, and her pussy clamps down around my cock like a vice. And then she’s squirting, her release coating my cock and stomach as she comes harder than I’ve ever seen.
The sight and sensation push me over the edge. I bury myself as deep as possible and explode inside her, filling her with rope after rope of hot cum while her pussy milks me dry.
“Mine,” I growl through gritted teeth as I empty myself inside her. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her warm cunt. She’s so perfect beneath me, so completely mine.
I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her well-fucked pussy. The sight makes me want to fuck her again immediately, to keep her full of me until her body has no choice but to accept my seed.
“When you wake up,” I murmur against her ear, “you’ll feel me inside you. You’ll know exactly what I did while you couldn’t stop me. And you’ll love it.”
I clean her up roughly, then gather her against my chest. With her nestled against me like she belongs there, the part of me that’s been feral for three months finally goes quiet. I should be gentler with her. I’m not going to be.
Time to make sure she never runs from me again.