8. Artem #2
Does she smile like this often? What makes her smile like that?
“Well, she thinks her and I are in love, so she’s over the moon,” I retort.
“You guys are in love, jackass.”
“Maxim, I’m not doing this with you again today. I held back last week, but my discretion will only extend so far.”
He sighs mockingly, as he holds my shoulder. “You two won’t last a fucking a week without breaking.”
I smirk to myself, knowing that’s definitely a possibility.
But as badly as I want to fuck her, I won’t do it until she fucking begs for it.
I want her to plead with me and cry in desperation before I let her have it.
The high I’ll get from breaking down her defiant act and seeing her as a pliable mess beneath me will beat anything I’ve ever experienced.
I just have to keep my head on straight so I don’t forget that I can’t let us get too close just because we will share a bed and a life now. It can’t change our dynamic or our feelings.
She’s been silent since she got in the car, and she still doesn’t speak or react as she enters my room, taking in the sight of her luggage against the wall. I can tell she’s exhausted, and she’s barely made it through the night.
“You can just take a shirt from one of the drawers,” I say to her as I finally pull the tie out from my collar and go to unbutton my shirt.
“No, thank you, I’m going to take my bag and change in the bathroom.”
I chuckle at her stubborn protest, as I watch her stalk into the attached bathroom.
I finish removing my suit, changing into new briefs and black sweatpants.
I’m brushing the gel out of my hair when she enters the room again, wearing a long t-shirt dress and her heat-curled hair in a new messy bun.
I’ve never seen her relaxed and undone like this, and it’s stirring a weird feeling inside of me.
“Can’t you at least put a shirt on?” she asks with a sigh, as she bends to place her small bag back next to her other.
I quickly close the distance between us, and I hear the groan escape her mouth as I suddenly pin her chest against the wall, holding her hands behind her back.
“Hey!”
I press her harder into the wall with the front of my body. I use my free hand to feel down her sides, before I start to move to her thighs. She flinches and tries to push me back to no avail.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m frisking you, solnishko,” I murmur into her ear. “You’re too dangerous to share a bed with unprepared. You could have a knife ready for me the moment I close my eyes.”
Her breath catches in her throat, and she tries again to fight against the pressure of my body against hers. “That was one fucking time, and you had it coming!”
I chuckle lowly against her neck as my hands continue their search up her thighs, until it hits her core.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” she seethes.
“No, not a pain, princess. A danger.”
I know she can feel how fucking hard I am against her, and I don’t think she’s even realized how she’s forgotten she’s supposed to be trying to escape my grasp.
“I don’t need a knife to hurt you. You’re just a walking target,” she says, trying to threaten me.
My hand ghosts over her panties as it makes its way slowly up her stomach, pushing her night shirt up with my wrist.
“You make this so damn entertaining,” I whisper in her ear as I lick her earlobe.
I hear the moan she tries to conceal, and it only spurs me on.
The air is tense, and it’s so thick it’s almost suffocating.
Yet, in some twisted way, it’s exactly where I want to be.
Caught in our little game. Neither of us willing to admit defeat.
My hand moves further up now, until it reaches the bottom of her bare breasts.
“Interesting clothing choices to sleep with the man you hate, solnishko,” I tease, and she wiggles again.
“Careful, if you keep moving like that, I won’t be able to hold back,” I warn, digging my erection deeper against her. I can feel her tense once the words click in her brain.
I let my hand continue its exploration of her body; finally feeling her pebbled nipples in my fingers. Her body immediately reacts to my touch, and I can’t stop myself from roughly squeezing her breast; my large hand attempting to hold the entire thing in one grip.
“Fuck.” I can’t fucking take being this close.
Why is she letting me do this?
No fucking protesting, no fucking struggling anymore.
My hand softly rubs her breasts again before it continues to snake upwards, going up through the collar of her shirt until it lands on her throat.
I slowly wrap my hand around it; and now her nightshirt is completely pulled up by my forearm.
Her body is pressed firmly between the cold wall and my warm body.
My hand squeezes lightly at first, just enough to feel the rapid beating of her heart.
I feel her pulse quickening, though I wonder if it’s from fear or desire. Maybe both?
“Is this what you like, Giselle?” I growl into her ear, as I let my hand squeeze the sides of her throat tighter. “You like feeling like this, don’t you? Completely and perfectly at my mercy . . . ”
I let my tongue trail down the nape of her neck, and I feel her body shudder under my touch. “Tell me you want me, and I’ll let you have it all,” I offer softly, before I let my tongue find the side of her neck.
She stubbornly remains quiet, and it only spurs me on. I find the perfect spot on her neck and suck it roughly, trying to mark her. I want my marks all over her. This time a moan escapes her, and I let my hand squeeze tighter again on her throat.
“Louder. I can’t hear you,” I tease as I nip her neck. She lets out a small yelp in response, and I continue my assault on her neck with my lips.
Eventually her pleasure high drops, and she realizes how far she’s let me go without even realizing it. She immediately struggles again, but this time I release her easily, untangling our bodies.
“That’s too bad, you were so close to giving in,” I mock as I step back, and she turns to face me.
“I fucking hate you,” she says, and I can see the anger forming again in her eyes.
I know she feels embarrassed, and she thinks she has to prove herself again against me.
“Good, I was counting on it,” I say with a smirk as I turn and walk to sit onto the bed. “Come to bed, zhena,” I coo at her mockingly, and her jaw clenches as she storms over to the bed.
She quickly gets in and faces the other direction; keeping herself toward the edge of the king bed so we are far from each other.
This thing we keep between us is growing stronger.
It’s something I can’t give a real name to.
Something dangerous. If we don’t end up giving into this fucking pull, we’re going to actually end up killing each other to avoid it.
I wish it was as easy as killing her to get her out of my fucking head.