Chapter 20 #2
“Get in,” Roman tells me from the driver seat.
I’m feeling good right now, and apparently mistaking stupidity with bravery when I respond back. “What, you aren’t going to open the door for me?”
“Would you like to walk the 15 miles back to campus?” No humor in his voice.
I open the door and get in, leaning towards the window. “So, Eryx got you doing his dirty work? He can’t let me enjoy a simple date?”
“Seatbelt.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Sir,” I salute him.
“Cut the attitude, you’re lucky Eryx was here tonight.”
“You mean stalking me?” I chide back.
“How do you feel right now? Feeling light headed? Cheeks flushed? Hot and bothered?” He looks at me as I rub my knees together.
“So what? I’m a lightweight, and wine hits me hard.” I try to believe my own lies.
“He drugged you. If Eryx hadn't been stalking you, we would have been having a very different conversation tomorrow.”
“He what—”
But he cuts me off “Stop being so hard headed all the time, and pay attention.”
The rest of the ride back is quiet.
I stare out the window, the city lights smearing into soft streaks. My stomach turns every time I think of Eryx’s words: “Go home.”
The buzz in my head has faded a little bit, but now its replaced by a low throb of unease. I just want to wash my face and lay down.
The rest of the ride is silent, until he decides to make a pitstop before heading back to the dorms.
“Kidnapping me now?”
Roman pulls into a convenience store.
“Eryx’s request, simmer down will ya?” He gets out, “Stay put.” And leaves me inside.
Two minutes later he’s back. He hands me a red gatorade—the fancy one with the sippy top—and a bag of sour gummy worms.
Once we’re back at the school he walks me to my dorm.
“Thank you for the ride,” I tell him, “and the snack.”
I close the door gently behind him and click the lock into place.
Then I press my forehead to the wood and let out a slow, quiet breath. The silence in the room settles over me like a second skin. I should feel safe.
But I don’t. Not yet.
The room is dark and I reach for the light. The moment it flicks on my hearts drops.
Eryx is sitting on my bed.
Leaning back like he owns the place, one arm draped over his knee.
“Took you long enough.” He grins at me, but there’s something dark lingering in his gaze
“How the hell did you get in here?” Did this psycho climb through my window again?
He shrugs, ignoring my question all together.
“You let that snake touch what’s mine.”
I don’t answer him. I just stare at him, every nerve in my body lights up. It should scare me, finding him here, waiting in the dark. But it doesn’t. Not exactly. Why does it excite me?
“Yours? You’re insane.”
He gets up from his seated position and makes his way over to me. “Mm, if I recall correctly, that’s not what you were saying the other night. With my tongue between your thighs.” He steps closer to me, “Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”
I stay quiet, refusing to admit what he already knows.
“I’m not the one letting snakes pour you wine and play dress-up at overpriced restaurants.” He continues.
I take a few steps back, my voice dropping when I finally respond.
“You were jealous.”
“I was pissed,” He sneers.
“Semantics,” I roll my eyes.
“No. Jealous means I want what he has.” He steps forward again closing the distance between us. “But I already have you. Don’t I?”
He’s close again. Too close.
I don’t move. My heartbeat’s in my throat.
He lifts a hand, brushing my jaw with the backs of his fingers then tucking a stray hair behind my ear. The touch is soft.
“You looked beautiful tonight. Truly”
A long, loaded silence.
Then—
Rip.
The silk dress that moments ago was molded to my body, now lays in taters on the floor pooling at my feet. And because a girl didn’t want any lines showing through the thin material of the dress, I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my strappy black heels.
Sorry Ro, I’ll need to replace your dress.
He looks at me through hooded eyes. His tongue slipping out to swipe at his bottom lip.
“You are a fucking sight, Nastasya.” He leans closer, one hand caresses my cheek, thumb pressing down on my bottom lip, the other goes to my hip, “Ты сводишь меня с ума.” He whispers, our noses brushing.
“You gonna kiss me or just keep staring at me all night?”
His smile is slow. Dangerous.
He closes the distance between us and takes my mouth in his.
Devouring me. His tongue seeks entrance and I let him in.
Kissing him back as if I’m starved. He’s like a match to gasoline.
He sparks something in me that’s been dormant for too long.
He lights me up and has me wanting more.
Part of me wants him to finish what he started in the restroom.
As if he can read my thoughts, his right hand that was resting on my hip, slides down my thigh, to my center. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.” He rubs his finger through my slit, and stops to rub small, agonizing circle on my bud.
A whimper escapes me, “Please.” I’m so weak for him, he knows my buttons and what needs to be pressed. The need I have for him is insatiable.
“You beg so pretty for me, tell me, what do you want?” His words are teasing and his touch is torturous. He gives me enough for the feeling to surface, but doesn’t let it ignite. Bringing me just barely to the cusp, the feeling of going over the brink lingers and doesn’t spill over.
“You.” I say back.
“Me? What about me?” He bring his mouth to my neck trailing kisses to my breast. “Use your words baby, what do you need from me?” He bites down on my breast and sucks, clearly marking me.
Always marking me. A breathy moan escapes me as he moves over to suck on my nipple, gently biting down.
“I—I want to come—Please. Make me come.”
“Mm, such a good listener, Vorona.” He moves over to my other breast, sliding his fingers that were rubbing my bud down to my entrance inserting two fingers.
He pumps them in and out a few times, coating them in my wetness, then curling them up and hitting that soft spot that has my eyes rolling back.
“Don’t— please, right— there.” He swallows my moans with his mouth, continuing to pump his fingers, and rub my clit with his palm. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, his eyes lock with mine when he says, “Come.”
And that’s my undoing. In this dimly lit room, standing completely naked—sans my heels—I’m coming undone for this man.
I hate how much my body wants him. How much my mind craves him.
My cheeks are flushed and he takes a step back to observe me. He bring his fingers to his mouth and wraps his tongue around them, making a point to lick them clean. “Fucking delicious.”
He gives me one more deep, all consuming kiss, and heads towards my door.
“Wait, that’s it?”
He smiles darkly at me. “Were you expecting my cock?”
He unlocks the door and before opening it he says, “I owed you one, for the restaurant, you listened like a good girl and came home. But let’s make one thing clear.
When I give you my cock, Moya Vorona, it’s because you’re going to be begging me for it, on your knees.
Remember? Not half drunk and naked in your room. Get some rest.”
He pauses for a moment, “Oh and if I wasn’t clear the first time, you’re not to see him again.”
And just like that he leaves me standing there, staring at the door.
Asshole.