Nikolai
A shower as cold as an ice storm settled the fever in my blood. Barely.
She made me come.
Fuck, every time I think of that entire experience, I get hard
again, which is really not ideal.
She didn’t listen to me, which is the point and the problem. Is it the extra fuel for the fire? I’m not sure. Disobedience has never got me going, although with Rose, it opens all sorts of interesting doors. If I wasn’t going to take my fill of her before she hoovered my cock with untutored yet instinctive moves, I’d definitely be doing it now.
Shit. I told her to stop and she kept going until I erupted and she swallowed. She not only swallowed, but cleaned me after. Jesus. That’s some gold-star service from a virgin.
I adjust my boxer briefs as I think about getting into bed. Every time I look at it, all I can see is her, spread wide, losing herself in touching her pussy.
I want to fucking rip her to shreds, call her out for trying to play me, except… I don’t think she was. She didn’t want to touch herself. I kept my desire locked away when I’d ordered her to do that, curious to see what she’d do.
A woman eager to please in the wrong way would have put on a show. She fought it. Then, when she started, she got caught up. Her desire spiked when I made her look at me.
Oh, she’s going to be mine.
It’s the ultimate plan, to take fucking Finnegan’s daughter and not only humiliate her, mark her, but make her completely mine. I want to make her give herself to me, want me and no one else. Willingly do things like tonight.
It would be so easy to fuck her pretty brains out, but I want her on her knees.
I want her to know that to fuck me is to betray the man who sired her. I don’t give a fuck if she says she doesn’t know him. He’s still family. Eventually, that bond pulls. I want her to know I’m torturing her father by using her. I want her to want me anyway.
Pacing my bedroom, I think about changing and heading to the gym upstairs, maybe going for a run on the grounds, but leaving her alone in the house, even if she doesn’t know it, might be a mistake.
I’m still shocked she didn’t take the knife, or that she defied me and sucked me until I came.
That she wanted it. Liked it.
Maybe loved it.
If I’d had it in me, and I just might’ve because I was still hard-that’s what she does to me-I’d have fucked her. If I’d had it in me and I didn’t have a bigger plan I need to stick to, that is.
A buzzing sounds from my side table. It’s after midnight, so I’m not expecting any calls. Unknown number. There’s only one person who’d do something as pointless as blocking his number.
Ordinarily, I won’t pick up these calls. If someone wants to reach me, they can fucking well show they have balls and not play games.
Finnegan surrounds himself with a small army, but he has balls. Still, I know he likes to play power games. As they go, this is pretty pathetic.
I hit answer. “Finnegan.”
He doesn’t answer, and I know he’s pissed I didn’t play the game of shock and fear for him. He should know me better. I fucking hate the man with something bordering on obsession, but fear? Not in a million years. He might try to act like a big man, but he does cowardly things, like kill and torture innocent women.
An idle thought crosses my mind as I throw myself down on the bed: maybe I’m guilty of the same thing here. I haven’t killed Rose and I taunt her with that fact, but unless she betrays me, I’m not killing her. At least, I don’t think so. If I do, it’ll be fast and with mercy. I’ve never tortured a
woman, I’ve never raped. Finnegan, on the other hand… I sigh as he stays silent.
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy a good old-fashioned creeper call with heavy breathing, but the fact it’s you rocking it with your cock out is a little disgusting. You’re not my type and I don’t appreciate cowards.”
He still doesn’t say a word, but I can feel the tension shift over the phone.
“Tell you what-I’ll give you to the count of ten to think of something pithy and then I’m hanging up.” I pause. “To go fuck your daughter up the ass and listen to her beg for more.”
When I get to nine, my finger hovering over end call, he speaks. “You don’t have her.”
“Now, Finnegan,” I say softly. “You know that’s not true.”
“I know you’ve been parading around some naked beauty with dark hair but my daughter? She and Stephanie are long gone. Dead.”
He doesn’t know. “Steph’s dead, died in an accident. I found your pretty little Thorne under protection of a US Marshal, now deceased. The marshal, not your daughter. I’ve been enjoying her and she’s been offering herself to me, happily.”
“You don’t have her.” He’s repeating himself now, but I can hear the need in his voice. He wants what’s his.
“She goes by the name Rosalind, and she looks like you. Way prettier, but it’s obvious who she belongs to, who made her. My lovely Rose smells and tastes so sweet.”
“I want proof, real proof. I want to see her.”
I start to laugh. “I’ll send a photo.”
“In real time, Wilder.”
Suddenly, I start to smile. “I’m not bringing her to you, Derek. I’m not stupid. You want real time? You’ll have it. Tonight.”
I hang up. Looks like I’m about to get another taste of Rose tonight after all. Getting up, I take my phone and ease open her door. For a moment, my heart slams against my ribs. She’s sleeping, the covers pushed back, and she’s naked except for my torn shirt.
That makes something in me tighten.
Sure, she might not have wanted to sleep naked, but she’s wrapped it around her, half buried in it, like she was breathing in my scent.
I’m immediately hard, although that’s not really anything new around her. She has a way of sliding inside me, and her being naked doesn’t help.
I want to say that’s the reason, the culprit, but I can’t, not entirely. There’s just something about her. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s the enemy’s daughter, a different yet delicious kind of forbidden fruit. I don’t know. I don’t care, I tell myself. I don’t care, not when the end result is the same.
Going over to the bedside table, I set up my phone, getting the angle just right. I adjust the blind a little, bringing it up to let the moonlight spill in. I switch the phone to night view, check the angle once I’ve set it up, and hit record.
She sighs, still asleep, and I crawl up the bed, sliding beneath the covers and pulling her warm, sleeping body into my arms. She’s so soft, skin pure silk, and she smells like heaven, a hint of rose and the subtle sweet spice of her skin. She showered after she left me; her hair is still slightly damp.
I lower my mouth to her neck, nuzzling her as she moans and rolls sleepily into my chest. Kissing her again, I trail my fingers over her breast, one and then the other, lazily playing with her nipples that peak and harden under my touch.
She sighs as her eyelids flutter and Rose whispers my name. “Nikolai.” My girl says it like the answer to a prayer.
“Rosalind, sweet Rose.” Her mouth seeks mine and I sip from her, soft, teasing kisses that have her melting in my arms. She tastes like sleep and her particular brand of spice, sweetness with a hint of dark, desire mixed with a need to please.
I trail my mouth down and just beneath the covers, I suckle on her tit. “More. God, more…” Her voice is slurred with sleep and lust, and I oblige, drifting my hand lower as I kiss my way up her body, to her throat to suck on her pulse. I push her thighs apart and they widen automatically for me.
Rose is perfect. She’s so soft and without a single defense in place like this. Her hips rise as I dip down, sliding over her clit, working her swollen nub. Whimpering, she pulls at me without force. She’s boneless, hot and wanting. I move from her clit when she’s writhing and undulating those hips and instead, I start to tease the outer lips of her pussy, dipping into her tight hole every now and then until her whimpers, sighs, and moans grow.
“Please, Nikolai, touch me. Please.”
I bite her earlobe and suck hard. “Tell me what you want.” “Fuck me, please.”
“Not yet, pretty Rose,” I whisper. “What do you want?” This time, I kiss her throat again.
She doesn’t hold back in her lust and sleep addled state. “You. I want you. Make me come. Please, Nikolai. I need you. Make me come. Finger me.”
“Good girl.” I plunge my fingers inside her, fucking her with a slow place as her hips rise and she turns her face up to mine.
“More, more please.”
I oblige, this time stroking her clit hard, keeping a relentless rhythm her body loves. She starts to shake, the walls of her cunt clamping down on my fingers as she comes, shattering, moaning, crying out my name.
“Nikolai! Oh, God. Oh, I’m coming! Nikolai!”
As she comes down from her orgasm, I take her mouth in a kiss, for show, and then, as she curls into me with a moan of satisfaction, she looks at me. I kiss her hard again, long and deep. “Go back to sleep, Rose.”
“You-”
“I wanted to thank you for that blow job. Coming down your sweet throat was heaven.” This I say loud enough to be recorded. “Now sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”
I pull the covers up further, and when she stills, falling back asleep or pretending to-I really don’t give a fuck-I get up and get my phone, switching the video off.
When I get back to my room, I watch it.
How can I not? I stroke myself to orgasm as I do, the need too great, too insistent to deny. After I clean up, I watch it again.
It’s hot. She’s fucking hot, and it shows her clearly. She comes across as someone who’s into me, who wants me. It looks like we do this all the fucking time.
I select Finnegan’s number and load the video, hesitating before making myself press send. If her father wants proof, he has it. He can make of it whatever the fuck he wants. I’ve no doubt Finnegan’s going to go utterly ballistic, but beyond that, I’ve no idea how he’s going to respond.
Maybe the reason Derek never found Steph and Thorne was because he didn’t give a shit. Who knows and who the fuck cares? There’s just one thing I know: Finnegan loves his property, and he doesn’t ever share his toys. To him, that’s what all the people he deems his are.
Maybe he doesn’t give a shit that he still has a daughter, but he’ll definitely care about me, his enemy, touching the woman he thinks might be.
“Game on,” I say to no one. “Game fucking on.”