WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION
Ava
Nikolai’s lips are warm against mine, moving urgently like he can’t get enough of me.
My cheeks burn and the nagging voice at the back of my mind goes on a rant on why kissing my husband is a terrible idea.
But I don’t care.
None of it matters.
Not the fact that he’s trying to kill my father, not the fact that he’s a man I swore to hate and definitely not the fact that he’s probably a psychopath.
Nothing.
All that matters is that his lips are on mine and I am thoroughly enjoying it.
Licking the seam of my lips, he grips my hips roughly and lets out a sound between a groan and a growl. My lower belly clenches with desire. The ache that follows between my thighs is one only he can soothe.
I need this.
Need him.
It should’ve scared me how desperate I was for him but I was much too high to give a fuck right now.
Oops.
Okay, so I may have lied when I said four on the scale. The truth is, I’m still very much in my weed-induced fog.
But he doesn’t know that. No, because he kisses me like I’m sober.
All wet and needy and like he’ll die on my taste.
He palms the back of my neck, his fingers kneading the tender flesh as deepens the kiss, his tongue prying my lips apart until he is all I can taste.
This kiss is different from the last one. While that one was built on dominance, this kiss is built on something far more darker. More sinister.
He runs a hand down my side, digging his fingers into my waist as he thrusts his erection against me. A desperate whimper escapes me as I press down on his cock, seeking friction.
I rip my lips away from his, moaning as I press my hand to his chest, repeating the motion. Nikolai chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating in the tiny space between us.
“Does my wife like that?” He rasps, and I’m vaguely aware that there’s a driver behind the steering wheel who we are probably traumatising right now by this singular act alone, but I don’t care.
I sink my fingers into his hair and moan when he glides me over his erection.
“Yes,” I hiss as he peppers a trail of hot kisses down my neck. My voice is breathy, trembling and far too needy for someone who hates her husband.
Correction, someone who hated her husband because right now I don’t.
How had I deprived myself of this for so long?
I drop my forehead to his shoulder as my body flushes with heat. My skin prickles at the sheer power with which my husband moves me over his length. I’m breathless and panting and pretty sure that this wasn’t in the invisible script I’d written when I entered the car.
Fingers intertwining in my hair he pulls me from his shoulders and forces my gaze to meet his heated stare. My stomach tightens when his hand falls from my waist so that he’s no longer helping me move over him.
“Show me how much you like it”
He crosses his hands behind his head, an arrogant smile curving at his lips.
I swallow, darting my tongue over my bottom lip as I stare down at him. Being this close to a man is foreign to me. Before now, the only thing I’ve ever done with the opposite sex was some lip-on-lip action.
That was as far as my experience went.
But now my husband wants me to show him how much I like being this close to him. For some reason, he wanted me to have control over the situation and that thought both thrills and excites me.
His smile falters when he notices my hesitation. He cups my jaw and my gaze meets his untamed eyes in the darkness the back seat provides.
“Don’t overthink it. Let me see you, Solnyshko. All of you. I want to see how pretty you look when you fall apart and allow me to put you back together again.”
Oh God.
The mouth on this man.
Nodding, I bite down on my bottom lip and drop my hand to his chest, using it as an anchor as I slowly roll my hips. It’s a shy but determined motion and it’s enough to draw a groan from him.
“Yess”, he rasps, his hands falling to my hips, looking down at where we are connected.
“Vso, Solnyshko, ispol’zuy menya. Chert, u tebya tak khorosho poluchayetsya, malyshka.” (That’s it, Sunshine, use me. Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby girl.) he whispers encouragingly, his voice thick with admiration.
His hands don’t move on my hips. He doesn’t move me over him like before and just watches me. Mesmerized and completely out of his element.
Fuck. This feels so good.
The feeling of him, hard and needy against my centre as I writhe against him, is the most mind-numbing sensation I’ve ever experienced. The pleasure almost blinds me and I nearly collapse on his chest right there and then.
Nikolai’s hands slide lower, underneath my skirt, gripping two handfuls of my ass through the thin fabric of my leggings. A deep primal groan of satisfaction rumbles through his chest sending shivers running down my spine.
“This ass”, he murmurs in appreciation, giving it a light smack, “fucking perfect” He moves one hand from my ass and uses it to palm my breast. I’m not wearing a bra, so when his hands come in contact with my bare skin, I moan. “These too.”
My boobs? “No, they’re not.” My boobs have always been one of my major insecurities. They were small and uneven and only looked good in a certain kind of bra. “They’re small and…”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Nikolai cuts in letting out a disapproving growl. He smacks my ass again and I yelp.
“They’re perfect” As if to prove his point, he squeezes the mould, groaning, “These fit perfectly in my hand. They’re mine and I don’t appreciate when people talk down on what’s mine. Do you understand me Solnyshko?”
I nod my brain too fogged up to remember how to speak.
I don’t bother to correct him on his little mine comment because the next thing I know, he leans down and takes the pebbled peak in his mouth. My lips part in a silent moan as he sucks and he licks, teasing me until I can’t remember who or where I am.
Aching my back, I grip a handful of his hair holding him to my chest.
I squeeze my eyes shut but immediately snap them open when he squeezes my butt cheek.
“Look at me” he growls, his voice thick with his accent and dipping with command.
The moment our eyes meet a shiver of electricity courses through me. His dark gaze collides with mine violently and my movements falter. He pulls me towards him and back again to remind me to keep moving and I nod following his directions
“Good girl”, he praises, dropping a hand between us, and I moan.
“Oh my God”
Nikolai’s thumb swipes over my leggings, right over my clit. He rubs slow circles there and my hips follow the pattern he maps out. His other hand bunches my skirt above my hips and just when I’m sure he’s about to rip my leggings, he presses down.
I scream.
Legitimately scream.
He laughs, the sound sinister and twisted as he watches me.
“Ty sobirayesh’sya priyti? dlya menya solnyshko?”
(Are you going to come for me sunshine?)
I nod even without understanding what he’s saying.
I roll and writhe, grinding myself over his length until I’m sure that by the time I stand up, a wet spot would stain his slacks, but I don’t give a fuck.
Having him so close to me as he bunches the material of my skirt over my sensitive skin feels too fucking euphoric.
My eyes are desperate to be shut but his warning from earlier forces them to remain open.
I grind down until the pressure in the pit of my stomach starts to build and build then it spills over in a wave of white-hot pleasure that tears through me. A whimper escapes my throat as my entire body trembles, the release taking hold of me.
I cry out his name, my voice a broken whisper as I shudder, clutching his shoulder for support. Nikolai is right there, talking me through it, his hands gripping my thigh and hip as he helps me ride the wave of my orgasm. When it’s over he kisses me, his mouth claiming mine with a fierce tenderness that leaves me breathless all over again.
I collapse in his chest, breathless and spent. He mutters something in Russian but I’m too disoriented to hear what it is.
The last thing I remember before the darkness consumes me is the feel of Nikolai’s lips against my temple and his rough accented voice whispering in my ear,
“Mine”