Chapter 12
Abbie
Being thrown from one intense moment to another has my heart racing wildly.
I’ve spent weeks flirting with this man, and now that he’s standing in my suite, the moment is surreal.
Nikolai’s features are cut from stone, his dark eyes holding a world of danger I might not be ready for.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Nikolai Vetrov. He’s intense, brutal, hot as hell, and as manly as they come.
I want him to do filthy things to me. The need is so freaking overpowering I’m ready to beg for him to fuck me.
He keeps staring at me, and I struggle to keep eye contact. I’m not going to lie, he intimidates me, and I know, with him, I’m constantly playing with a fire that can burn me to a crisp.
But I want him. So fucking badly.
Just as I start worrying that he’ll reject me and storm out of my suite, he lowers his head until I can almost taste him on my tongue.
“Please,” I beg. Tomorrow I’ll worry about the pride I’m sacrificing.
Right now, I’ll do anything he wants. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
I watch as his eyes darken at hearing the word. I’ve picked up it’s a turn-on for him.
Letting out a needy groan, my eyes flick between his mouth and his almost black irises.
“Christ,” he growls. His features grow harder, and I expect him to shove me away from him, but instead, his grip on my hair tightens until it’s painful.
With his eyes burning into mine, his breaths speed up, and when his mouth brushes against mine, a moan escapes me.
Jesus. This is so freaking intense I’m going to lose my mind.
The man teases me with another brush of his lips against mine before watching for my reaction.
I’m about to become a puddle of arousal at his feet when his mouth slams into mine. An embarrassingly loud moan from me is smothered as his tongue sweeps over mine.
Finally. Jesus, finally.
I lift my hands to his chest, my fingers digging into his shirt as I push up on my tiptoes to get as close to him as possible.
He tastes like power and danger, the combination totally intoxicating. Nikolai pulls his mouth away from mine, and our eyes connect again.
Seeing the desire etched on his face, my core floods with heat. “You’re too young and careless,” he mutters.
My teeth tug at my bottom lip. “You’re old and grumpy.”
His breath teases my cheek as he feathers kisses down to my jaw. “This will never work.”
God, I just need him to stop talking and fuck me already. “I don’t care.” “There’s an eighteen-year age gap between us.”
Pushing my hands up between us, I frame his jaw. “It’s perfect.” I try to pull him closer as I groan, “I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me.”
“This will be a one-time thing,” he warns me.
I’m too far gone to take the warning to heart, my ovaries in total control of my body.
This time his mouth claims mine in a wild kiss. God, it’s filthy and so freaking passionate I’m unable to think of anything but Nikolai.
His hands grip my ass, and I’m lifted against his muscled body. I quickly lock my legs around him as he blindly carries me to the bedroom while I feast on the taste of his lips and tongue.
The kiss is broken as he shoves me down on the bed. He grips my silk blouse and rips it over my head.
Nikolai grabs hold of my wrists and forces my arms above my head, where he ties them together with my blouse.
Yes. Give me rough and filthy.
“Don’t you fucking dare move your arms,” he orders as his hands slide down my sides.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with all the obedience I can muster.
Nikolai shakes his head, a sexy-as-hell smirk tugging at his mouth. “Christ, you’re trying to kill me.”
He pulls the zipper of my pants down and strips me of the fabric, leaving me only in my bra and g-string. Suddenly he grabs hold of my hips,
and I’m flipped onto my stomach.
A satisfied rumble comes from Nikolai. “Fuck, your ass is perfect for spanking.”
Heat flushes to my core, and my skin itches for his palm.
The smack to my right ass cheek is so hard a cry bursts from me. My skin stings, bringing every nerve ending in my body to life.
“Harder,” I moan. “Show me how much I’ve annoyed you the past couple of weeks.”
I feel Nikolai move, and when I glance over my shoulder, I watch as he rips the belt out of the loops of his cargo pants.
Holy shit that is hot.
Instead of using the belt on my ass, he crawls back over me and orders, “Open your mouth.”
Okayyy?
I part my lips, and he places the leather between my teeth. “Bite down.”
I do as I’m told while he fastens the belt behind my head, effectively gagging me.
New kink unlocked. I like where this is going.
“For weeks, you’ve been taunting me,” he grumbles right before his palm connects with my ass cheek.
The belt muffles my moan as I push my ass into the air. Another slap from Nikolai has me gripping the covers, a tremble rocking through my body.
Suddenly he bites my shoulder blade, making goosebumps spread over my skin. His hands land on my waist, his touch rough and greedy as he moves them down to take my g-string off. He pushes my bra up until the lace is around my biceps before he peppers kisses down my spine.
This is so much better than I could ever imagine.
I’m flipped onto my back, my body on full display for Nikolai. Slowly his eyes burn over every inch of me, then he murmurs, “So fucking perfect.”
I watch as he yanks his shirt over his head and finally get to see the sculptured abs I’ve felt during our sparring sessions.
God, he’s a work of art.
There’s an impressive tattoo covering his chest. On his left peck is the head of a roaring tiger, and on his right, a dragon.
I wonder if it was just a random tattoo or whether it has meaning.
When he pushes his cargo pants down, and his impressive erection jumps free, I let out a needy moan because I know he’s going to split me in two with his size and girth.
I open my legs wide in invitation for him and mumble around the belt, “I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Good.” He places a knee on the bed, and grabbing hold of my legs, he yanks me to the edge.
Instead of slamming into me, Nikolai presses a kiss between my breasts before he draws my nipple into his mouth with a low groan rumbling from his chest. A second later, the man goes to work on my nipple, his teeth nipping and tugging until I’m swiveling my hips for much-needed friction.
“God, this is torture,” I complain, my words muffled by the belt. “Serves you well for taunting a god,” he chuckles darkly.
Gripping hold of my hips, Nikolai lifts my ass off the bed. I feel his big cock at my soaked entrance, and almost delirious with need, I hold my breath in anticipation.
He slams so hard into me that the air wooshes from my lungs. I bite the belt as a cry is forced from my chest.
Jesus. I’ve never felt so full before.
With a satisfied growl, he mutters, “Christ, this is worth every day of hell you gave me.”
He pulls out and plunges back inside me. Again his body stills as if he’s savoring the feel of me wrapped around his cock.
My eyes are locked on the man I’m obsessed with, drinking in the sight of his muscles and golden skin.
I can’t believe Nikolai Vetrov is buried so deep inside me that I feel him in my stomach.
I’ve been waiting so long, hoping and praying Nikolai would give in, that on the third thrust my body tenses and a long overdue orgasm rips through me.
The man pulls entirely out of me, then a slap lands between my legs, forcing ripples of pleasure to scatter through me.
“Did I give you permission to come?” he barks.
I shake my head, a whimper creeping past the leather in my mouth. “You come when I say so,” he demands, the dominance pouring off
him, making my abdomen clench hard. “Yes, Daddy,” I whimper obediently.
My words have the desired effect on him as he starts to hammer into me. Every thrust has his muscles straining as if it’s taking all his strength not to fuck me too hard.
“Harder,” I moan around the belt.
Again he pulls out of me. He shoves an arm beneath me and moves me up the bed, then wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, I’m yanked up against his chest and seated on his lap so I’m straddling him. With him in a kneeling position, I’m face-to-face with him.
He pulls the belt away from my mouth, and as his lips forcefully claim mine, he slams back inside me.
His thrusts turn torturously slow and deep, and with my eyes locked on the man of my dreams, I’m totally overwhelmed by how hot and intense this moment is.
Nikolai breaks the kiss, and pressing his forehead to mine, he keeps filling me with ruthless thrusts. Each one jerks my body, making me feel a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I manage to lift my tied hands over his head, resting them at the back of his neck.
I’m achy and needy, moans and whimpers spilling from my mouth to his, and he drinks each one like a man dying of thirst.
Like he can’t get enough of me.
“Such a good little girl,” he praises me. “You take me so well.”
My body tightens with another impending orgasm, and I struggle to keep it from overwhelming me. “Nikolai,” I beg, my voice strained with desperation.
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I want to hear. Beg me,
Malyshka.”
I have no idea what the Russian word means, but I love it.
Giving Nikolai what he wants, I say, “Please let me come on your huge cock, Daddy.”
I’m thrown onto my back, and with his arms braced on either side of my shoulders, Nikolai fucks me raw.
“Come, Malyshka!” he finally gives the order.
I swear my body spontaneously combusts, and it feels like I go up in flames as a powerful orgasm tears through me.
Much to my embarrassment, I sound like a freaking porn star trying to win whatever award porn stars receive for the best scream.
Unable to breathe as the pleasure hits me in electric waves, Nikolai prolongs my climax by taking me harder than ever.
I’m so overwhelmed that a tear spirals over my temple.
Nikolai slumps down on top of me, his cock jerking inside me as he lets out a primal grunt.
Jesus. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life.
He presses a kiss to the sensitive skin beneath my ear, and while the last of my pleasure is still ebbing away, he pulls out of me.
Stunned, I watch as he grabs his clothes and walks to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
I take it he’s not a cuddler.
I use my teeth to unfasten my blouse from around my wrists, then remove Nikolai’s belt from my neck.
As I sit up, the bathroom door opens, and Nikolai emerges. Fully dressed, his eyes lock on my face. It looks like he’s about to kill someone.
Seriously?
“This was a one-time thing.” He stalks closer and grabs the belt from my hand. “No more taunting me, and don’t fucking call me daddy again.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter, my eyes narrowing on him. “Thanks for the fuck.” I gesture in the direction of the living room. “You can let yourself out.”
He stares at me for a moment before he walks away.
I hold it together until I hear the door shut. Grabbing the covers, I pull them over me.
“Asshole,” I hiss as tears threaten to fall. “He didn’t have to be so freaking harsh.”
What did you expect of the blood diamond king, Abbie?