Nikolai
Rosalind falls asleep in my arms. I wasn’t expecting to fuck her that second time, but holy fuck, she got me hard so fast after having her, taking her, violating her innocence, that… I don’t know what the fuck
happened.
I just wanted and needed more.
Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be that good the first time. It was just supposed to be something to try and make her enjoy herself, get it over and done with for me, but… it had been… like nothing else.
Isn’t that Rose, though? Like nothing else. She’s sweet and soft and trusting, curled against me. I brush a strand of her hair from her face. I know I hurt her a little because she’s so tight and I’m… yeah.
I prepped her and I know I should have stretched her out with my fingers before I entered her, but she was coming, holding off from the main one. If I slid my fingers into her cunt, she’d have lost it completely.
I wanted to own that orgasm, wanted to feel the big one I built around my cock, the hard spasms as she screamed my name. I’ve been in her with my fingers when she comes. I know what it feels like.
Controlling myself once inside her was harder than I ever thought it would be.
Never has that been a problem before. I’ve wanted women, lusted so much I’ve lost control. I’m not about to lie.
But not like that. Never like this. I suspect it’s going to be a battle every time, no matter how many times I take her.
The last woman I had an intense sexual relationship with was older, impossibly sexy and beautiful, so in control. She was ready and willing to do anything I wanted, able to be submissive in the bedroom and a dominatrix in business, a fascinating person I needed to have longer than most. Not even with her was it ever like this, like it is with my sweet, beautiful little Rose.
Fuck, when she came, it was glorious. She set me off. Both times.
She’s trouble. Big fucking trouble. Any fool can see that.
I whisper a finger over her soft, swollen mouth.
She’s innocent. Even after fucking her, she has that. Trusting. Fiery. Sweet. Giving. Rose is a revelation I didn’t know I needed and one I’m not sure I should want.
She smells like her and me and sex, a heady combination of softness and strength, and in sleep, she’s utterly open and vulnerable. I trace a finger down her cheek, through the slight dampness of the tear tracks from when she came. Both times. Crying, shaking, biting into me.
She did bite. Hard. I smile-I can feel it. It’s a badge, a mark of Rose. It should piss me off, but it doesn’t. I love it. I want her to be wild, bucking and scratching and screaming and biting when I have her. I want her whimpering and open, giving me everything I want. Shit, I want to spank her and tie her up. I want to drip wax on her sweet skin and tie her up in real rope play. I want her on her knees as my pet. I want her riding me like there’s no tomorrow.
I definitely want to claim her fine ass.
And, God help me, I want her here, like this, curled up and sleeping, all soft and warm and at peace. I want her to fall asleep from sating herself on my cock.
She’s sleeping better than she has been. Since she told me of her dreams that are memories, I’ve watched. This is deep, dreamless, something she needs. I don’t want to move her, but I have to. I’ve work to do.
I slide free and she whimpers, frowning, but settles, and I place the dress shirt I’d been wearing over her. I slip on my boxer briefs and carry her to her room, tucking her under the covers. I lay the shirt over her so it touches her throat over the sheets.
Then I take the slip and go back to my room, where I find my phone.
Fuck. I forgot that I’d set it to record. I sit, heart thumping, and hit replay. It’s all there, every single moment. Me asking her point blank. Her answer. Both of them. Her permission. Telling me what she wants. She makes love instinctively. It’s not a performance; nothing is designed to heighten my pleasure from moves she knows. There are no tricks and things in her arsenal to get me off.
It’s just her. Giving. Looking at me like she wants to eat me. Like she trusts me.
Like she loves me.
It’s all so fucking hot. I stop it and abruptly go to shower, then dress in jeans and a long black tee.
I eye my phone. I pick it up and look at the video waiting to be played, sent, deleted. I could send it to her father. That was my intention, after all. The final poison dart.
Instead, I save it. No way am I showing this to anyone. I send it to my computer, to where I keep a file on her. All those glorious photos of her are nothing compared to this. This is my crowning glory. I know I’m going to be beating off to those images, this tape, far into the future.
Me. No one else. No one else is ever seeing this.
It’s mine.
Just mine.
I take a breath. I need to get to the issue at hand, get everything I want, deal with the final curveball of Sylvie.
Something catches my eye and I turn on the overhead light.
Her blood is on the linens. Not much, but it’s there, light from our shared juices. Proof positive that I claimed her virginity. This, I can use.
I pull the sheet off the bed and fold it carefully so that the stain, the mark, the proof, is there, on top. I grab a box from my closet and pull the rose-colored tissue paper apart. A little overkill, I suppose, but it fits. It announces so much, more than a note ever could.
Carefully, I place the folded sheet inside, and cover it, pressing the lid in place.
With the box done, I take it downstairs to the front and hit the alarm, turning it off. I summon Tony with the press of a button. He’s not far.
“Ready?” he asks as he eyes the box.
I nod and hand it over. “Yeah. Give it to your most trusted guard. Leave it at his club.”
“The one on the edge of his territory?”
“No, the sex club is a little too on the nose,” I answer. “Drop it at Royale.” His gambling den in neutral territory. Better to keep it safe than sorry.
“Okay.” Tony shifts, a little uncomfortable. “Boss? You know you have our loyalty…”
I fold my arms and sigh, leaning against the frame of the door. “Why do I always hate it when someone starts with that fucking sentence?”
Tony’s eyes pop wide. This is a big man. Strong. A killer. A bruiser. That expression is so little boy with his hand in a jar he shouldn’t be rifling in, it almost makes me laugh.
Almost.
“I don’t doubt your loyalty. It’s just that sentence always leads to annoying questions that honestly make me want to shoot people. I’m not going to. It’s just how I feel.”
He frowns. “Mia’s concerned for Sylvie. If you set up the meeting, then…”
I sigh. “I’m not going to. We’ll get her back. Finnegan is a bully, but that’s the cover for every fucking coward on the face of this planet. He’s going to have to make a decision. If he decides to do nothing at all, then…”
Finnegan’s not about to do that. I know my enemies. I make it my business. Derek is someone I’ve known since I was a wet behind the ears teen. I’m not going to say I was innocent; I don’t think I’ve ever been that. Inexperienced with this business? Yes. A brute like him? No. I’ve known men like him my entire life. If my uncle hadn’t saved me, I’d have… I don’t know what. I don’t like to think about that, but I know Derek Finnegan through and through.
“Then,” I say, “we will go in. Decimate him and his team, get her, and seize control.” He nods.
“It won’t go down like that, Tony. We’re getting everything we want. Everything I want. We’ll get Sylvie. He’ll never see his daughter without Sylvie in our hands.”
His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t say a word. I also know Tony. The man is smart, and no doubt he’s put it together that I’ve tweaked everything once more, but I’m not letting anyone know until it’s time.
Once he leaves with the box, I go back inside, not bothering with the alarm.
In her room, because I can’t fucking help returning to her, I take a seat in the armchair and pick up one of the books I left her, flicking through it. I watch her sleep, my gaze returning to her time and time again, imprinting, burning her image into my brain, even though it’s already there.
I watch her and wait for her father to make his move. He has to. For my plan.
No one knows the change yet. To get Sylvie, to get everything I want, to bring this man down, I’m going to have to do something I’ve never done before.
Lose.