8. Rurik
EIGHT
RURIK
He flips on the light and goes right into his routine, not spotting me at first. I don’t move.
I remain arms crossed, seething near the window.
Finally, he turns in my direction and jumps, but before he can let out a scream, my hand is over his mouth.
I can’t have his bodyguards or anyone else in the house alerted to my presence.
He reaches for the dagger he always wears, but I’m expecting it and disarm him easily. He grabs my wrist, fighting my hold on his mouth while he tries to scream, but he’s no match.
My other hand closes around his throat to squeeze lightly as a warning.
I walk him back to the wall and pin him to it with my size, shoving my knee between his to prevent him from trying anything.
He grabs my neck in return, but I pry his fingers off and pin his wrists above his head.
All he’s left with are his eyes, and they shoot daggers.
“Are you going to be good?”
He snarls, and while it probably shouldn’t turn me on, it does. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Usually I like enthusiastic consent, but something about the way he fights back is really getting me going.
“I didn’t think so. Don’t worry. I have all night, and I like the way you feel under me.” I press my body against him, so he can feel how hard this is making me.
His chest rumbles against mine in a growl.
He is so damn cute I almost laugh, but this is serious time, and I can’t let him think he has the upper hand with his adorableness.
What kind of precedent would that set for the relationship?
He’s definitely the type of brat that needs to be put in his place.
He withdraws back in an attempt to not touch me, but he’s got nowhere to go.
I force my knee higher until it’s pressing against his balls. “Not only can I stay here forever, I want to so don’t think you’re winning this.”
He stops struggling, going deadly still, eyes boring into mine. They are a gorgeous sea-glass green.
“Are you going to be quiet?” I stroke my thumb over his cheek.
He nods.
“Do you promise? Because if you’re lying, I have other ways to shut you up.” My act slips a little, and I grin because the image of my dick between his lips is too good.
His eyes flash with fear…or maybe something else. Did that turn him on a little? I’m choosing to believe it did.
“Promise?”
He nods again.
I remove my hand from his mouth but keep it on his jaw just in case I need to shut him up fast.
“How else would you shut me up?”
“Is that really what you want to ask when you are jumped by a dude in your room? Wouldn’t be my first choice.” I can’t help but laugh.
There is no way this guy is straight. His arm around that girl was just to piss me off. Well it worked and he basically invited me here with the torment. So that’s his fault.
“I’m not you.” He’s like an angry little bunny, and it makes me want him more.
“No, if you were me, we’d have already fucked.” I wink just trying to get a rise out of him.
“What? Are you saying you’d fuck yourself? No, don’t answer that.” He presses his eyes closed, talking himself out of something? Or stopping himself. I’ve seen him do it more than once. He’s so reserved. I want to see him lose control. In fact, I want to be the one to make him lose control.
“Wouldn’t you?” I thought everyone would.
“Answer my question.” He grinds his teeth.
“The obvious answer is chloroform, which I have, but would be way too easy. So it’s my last resort. Headaches are so unsexy, and I am so much more creative than that…” I leave it to his imagination, hoping it’s as fun as mine.
His expression turns from anger into confusion. “What is more creative than chloroform?” He’s so damn innocent and cute.
It’s almost funny he wants into Legacy. I wonder if he could even kill someone?
I put my lips next to his ear since he liked that so much yesterday. “I could always shut you up with my cock.”
His mouth falls open, and a shiver rolls through him. His reactions are addicting.
“Keep doing that. It will fit.” I bite his ear, tugging it between my teeth.
He snaps it closed.
I grin, fucking throbbing.
“I’m not interested.” His voice is strained but he’s not fighting me.
“You sure stare at me like you are.” I rub my nose along his jaw, then meet his eyes, biting his chin. He sucks in a breath unable to control how his body reacts to me. “You can’t fucking hide from me.”
“I can only imagine everyone looks at you.” His words hitch and I fucking know he’s lying.
“Because they want to fuck me. I’m pretty hot, so I don’t blame you.” I drink in every reaction I elicit, hang on them like I’m fucking starved for affection.
What is he doing to me? I fucking love it. He makes me feel like an addict.
“You’re massive and hard to miss,” Ash says, like that’s the only reason to look at me, but his pulse is telling me a whole different story. I’m going to eat him alive just to get more of those reactions.
“I knew you liked me hard.” I rock my dick against his, sucking on his pulse point.
He tastes a little like sweat, but under it he’s cardamom and rose and deeper still, there’s just a hint of vetiver.
Ethereal and deep. I could drown myself in it.
Bottle him and wear it if I wanted to be hard every fucking minute of every day.
He trembles against me, and I’m weak for him. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. It’s going to be an obsession. I say, like he’s not already all I can think about.
“You like that, baby?” I lightly nip his neck.
“No—” his word gets lost in a groan and I swear there is no better sound on earth.
“You’re lying.” I hiss over his skin.
He struggles meekly. “Stop.”
I tighten my grip on his throat. “You pointed it out. I’m just giving you more of a feel of how hard you make me.”
He swallows, head slapping back against the wall, exposing more of his throat to my lips. “I wasn’t talking about your cock. I was talking about your size and why everyone stares.” He gets his hand between us like he’s going to fight me off, curling his fingers against my pec.
I want it. I want to make him admit he wants me as badly as I want him. “Half of them are probably staring at my dick, so I still win.”
“Whatever. You’re delusional.” He still doesn’t push me away.
“Just admit you want me, baby. It will make everything easier.”
“I don’t.” It’s weaker than I’m sure he meant it.
“Liar.” I’m dying to kiss him and I don’t know what’s stopping me. Maybe it feels too far, like that will be the thing that sends him over the edge and makes him shove me off. “Do you even know how good you taste?”
He squirms, but not like he’s trying to escape, more like he won’t admit to himself he wants this. “What are you even doing here?”
“I’m surprised you have to ask,” I growl over his throat.
“I haven’t a clue why you’re here.” He acts indifferent but his movement tells a different story.
“You were trying to make me jealous all fucking night, baby.” I use my thumb on his chin, tilting his face to mine, lips almost touching.
“I’m not your baby.” His conviction wavers, but only for a moment. “And I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.”
“If it wasn’t an act then where’s the girl? If you were so interested in her she’d be here.” My anger returns in a rush.
“She went home.” He avoids my eyes.
“She wanted to fuck you. Why would she go home?”
“You don’t know what she wanted. She might have turned me down.” He’s not giving anything away and I hate it.
“I saw the way she was acting. She wanted you.”
“Maybe she did. We could have already hooked up, you don’t know.” Could he have? I beat him here but it didn’t take him that long.
“You better not have fucking let her touch you.” Anger fills my brain with a thick fog. “I’ll kill her if she put a single finger on you.”
His head jerks like he’s startled by my words. “What?”
“I’m not kidding. I will fucking slit her throat.” I’m not sure where the sudden possessiveness comes from, but I’m deadly serious. “Did she touch you?”
“No. She went home.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” My fingers dig into his neck, rage boiling in my blood.
“I’m not lying. She didn’t touch me.” He holds my gaze, probably so I know he’s telling the truth.
“Then you were trying to make me jealous?” I loosen my grip on him, calming a little.
He sucks in a breath, but his voice remains steady. “Whatever you need to believe.”
“You were looking right fucking at me while kissing her.”
“Because you wouldn’t stop staring at me.” Finally he shoves my chest, but I don’t move.
“How would you know if you weren’t looking at me? If you were really interested in her, you wouldn’t have noticed.” I have him there. I know I fucking do.
“I could feel your filthy gaze. It’s—predatory.” He practically spits the word at me like an insult.
“Only for you, baby.”
He narrows his eyes. “You’re not hunting me.”
“Maybe I want to.” I think he wants it too.
“Get the fuck off me, you psycho bastard.” He puts real effort into fighting me off this time.
I grab his wrist and pin it above his head with the other. “You’re hard for this psycho bastard.”
“Like I said before, it’s just stimulation. I’m not into men. Or anyone.” He throws the last like it’s a triumph.
“I can stimulate you better if it’s not that big a deal…” I shove a hand between us and wrap it around his bulge. He’s fucking huge, and I’m not mad. Maybe he’ll make me choke on it.
He groans and trembles again. And it’s so fucking sexy. Fuck. I’m going to get addicted to his reactions. He’s not just a snack. He’s my last fucking meal. Worth death row for. He can end me himself if he’ll let me bury myself inside him first.
I suck and lick down his neck, tasting every part of his bare skin. He rolls against me, and my cock gets impossibly harder. If he keeps this up, I’m going to cum in my fucking pants.
He shudders, grabbing my hair. I expect him to pull my face away, but he doesn’t—he just tightens his fingers as I bite. I roughly jack him over his pants as I devour him, and he moans.
I can’t take it anymore. Call me weak, but I need to fucking taste him. I crash my lips to his, needing to drink down the sound and taste what I do to him. I only get the barest dip of my tongue past his lips, and that seems to push him over the edge.
He shoves me violently, making me stumble back.
He’s shaking with his fists up when I recover, but his pants are still tented. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
I hold up my hands. “Okay, no kissing. Want to take that aggression out on my throat, baby?”
He does a double take. “What are you fucking talking about? You want me to choke you?”
“I didn’t mean choking, but you can do that too if you’ll let me keep touching your cock.”
“I’ll kill you if I put my hands around your throat.”
“Worth it. Come here.” I tilt my chin up and extend my neck, stepping towards him again.
He pulls a knife from somewhere. I thought I got the only one. Clearly I haven’t been paying close enough attention, thinking with my dick too much, because I didn’t realize he had a second one.
He holds it to my throat, and I stay still. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
I step into the blade and grab his free hand, pressing it to my cock. “You can hold the knife to my throat while I fuck you, if that’s what gets me in your pants.”
His gaze flicks to the ceiling, and an exasperated groan explodes out of him. “Do you ever quit?”
“Not when I want something.” I lean in further, until I know I’ll have a shallow cut, just enough to show I’m serious. If either of us moves wrong, he’ll slit my throat.
He doesn’t move, so I reach for his belt. “Stop.”
“Make me.”