Nikolai
I want to break things. I need to mark her. Sending her off is fucked up, I know, but it’s the only way.
I slam into her tight, hot cunt. She’s so fucking wet. Rose is always wet for me. As I fuck her hard and violent against the wall, she comes on me, so hard it almost sets me off, but I’m not letting her go with one orgasm. I’m going to utterly destroy her, push her limits.
I can’t kill her, I can’t keep her, but I can ruin her. No man will ever fucking even register in her orbit compared to me. It’s sick, I know, but I don’t care. I’ll get her back, and when it’s time to release her, she’ll only think of me, this, and how we’re fucking made for each other.
Because she is. Sharp edged, full of thorns, and soft petals, full of strength and softness and a violent need for this, she’s made for me. This isn’t the sweet thing I took. This creature is wild, wants pain, pleasure, violence, the extremes of sex.
She’s moaning and crying and hissing words at me. Every time I bottom out in her, hitting her hard, she shouts at me. Abuse, taunts, demands. She pleads and cajoles. She threatens. She does everything she can for more, and I give it to her. I’m with her. I want more, I want this so far over the edge, we’re in a different fucking dimension.
“Take that, Rose. Fucking take my cock. I’m going to destroy you like you want.”
“Yes. Yes. Do it. Do it. More. Do it, fuck me. Ruin me, you sick bastard.” She’s spilling out words. “Is that all you’ve got, you dick? Fuck me harder! Make it hurt so good. Nikolai. Do it. Harder. Faster. Rougher. Give me what you promised!”
She spasms again around me, gripping me fucking hard with those tight, slick walls. She keeps riding me as I continue to slam into her hole.
Her hands are against my scalp, pulling at my hair, and I growl and bite her so hard, she yelps. Rose pushes her throat further against my mouth.
“More, please, more.” I suck that spot and bite again.
I turn and pull her from me to throw her on the bed. I don’t give her time to move. I’m on her so fucking fast, ripping her legs open wide as I slam into her again. I hammer at her, sucking and biting her tits through the dress, the material hissing like music as it rips some more. Then I pull out again, right as she starts to shake and come.
“You want me to fucking destroy you, Rose? You want it so hard the entire fucking world will know just how dirty you are? Just how good you are? Just how fucking filthy and perfect you are? Exactly how much you crave me? Crave my cock?” “Yes…”
I flip her and pull her ass up, plunging deep into her from behind.
“Oooh my God!” she pants, growls. “You love this. You beautiful, sick, depraved-Oh! More, more, please. More.”
I give her what she wants. I tangle my hand in her hair and pull hard as I slam into her, balls deep. I’m struggling to hold back.
She gasps. “You ass. You crave me, too.”
“Yes. Rose. I fucking need this cunt. Divinity. Filthy divinity dressed up in pretty innocence. Fuck.”
She comes again, and she moans low, her ass coming at me as she works me through the contractions and the shaking of her body. She slams down on my cock as I thrust up. It’s not enough. I need more.
I haul her up and off me, hand in her hair as I pick her up and march her into the bathroom, impaling her to the hilt as I go. She grips me hard, her face glorious in its savage, angry, lust-filled twist. She bounces, hard, all the fucking way down, all the fucking way up.
I dump her on the edge of the vanity and, still drilling her, lift her legs to my shoulders. Christ, she can bend. Like this, I have utter control, and I take it with gusto, watching as my cock ploughs in and out of her. It’s a sight I need, a sight I’ll never forget. How she splits open for me, stretched around my big cock. How her lips are swollen, so fucking slick and red.
How her clit begs for attention.
She grabs my arms, and her nails dig in. Rose tilts to give me more access, to get me even deeper. It’s the only movement she has, and she fucking uses it.
“Harder, Nikolai. Goddamn it. Make it hurt.”
She’s going to come again, and her angry, aggressive lust is beyond what I ever dreamed. It’s perfection. It’s my match and it drives me fucking insane. She’s so turned on by this savage mating, I can’t hold back.
As she starts to come, legs, cunt, stomach and shoulders all shaking and twitching, I slam hard and push down on her clit with my thumb. She screams so loud, her contractions on my cock are like a hard belt around my neck.
I come just as hard, twitching, shaking, my orgasm violent and intense as I flood into her, holding my pulsing, spurting cock deep as I pump my seed into her tight depths.
The pleasure is so intense, I sway. After, I can’t move. One of her legs is on my shoulder, her other hanging down, and she’s panting, harsh and erratic, her head back, eyes closed. On her face-if I live forever, I’ll never forget it-sits the dreamiest, most satiated smile I’ve ever seen.
My heart lurches sideways and I don’t want to move. I don’t want to take the next step in the plan. I want to stay here, buried in the bliss that is her cunt. I want to stay surrounded by her heat, the electric buzz of her, the softness, along with the memory of the nastiest, sweetest words a man’s ever fucking heard. I want to take her and wrap her up and strip her down and fuck her slow and gentle and destroy her that way.
That’s not happening. I’m not interested in that route. I can’t ever be. I have plans, things to do.
Slowly, I pull out of her and tuck my deflating prick away, doing up the zip of my trousers. The dress is ruined, stained, mussed. Her panties…well, that was just for me, the destroying of them. I take them and tie the ripped ends. I’m not planning on leaving her there too long, just enough for Derek to lead me to his compound.
That’s it.
Then I’ll fuck her every which way. I’m sure after the revenge, I’ll be over her and she can go. My stomach clenches at that thought. She’s coming into her own, I realize as she raises her head and stays like that, dripping the two of us from her cunt, her eyes decidedly unashamed, her eyes definitely wanting more.
I look at her as she slowly raises her head as she blinks, the slight haze of post-sex bliss beginning to clear. I gently pull her leg down and scoop her up, carrying her into the bedroom where I set her down and kiss her softly.
It’s a gentle kiss, one that could be mistaken as caring, one that feels dangerously close to it. I don’t have that capacity, but oh, is she kissable. A woman I want to spend hours kissing. She’s so sweet, like morning roses.
She still tastes of that innocence I think’s just part of her. For all the things I need to do, I want to just spend some time right now kissing her. Rose, it seems, wants that too, as she moans and sighs and sways unsteadily into me.
It’s pure addiction. She’s pure addiction, and I want to indulge, just a little longer, but I can’t, and I ease her back.
From her sex-mussed hair to the flush of her cheeks, to the bruised and swollen mouth, that’s enough to say to anyone she just had sex. Take in the rest? The blush on the tops of her breasts, the big hickey forming on her throat, the rips and wrinkles and cum stains on her dress, the line of glistening moisture running down her leg? She looks absolutely and deliciously destroyed.
I smile as I straighten her clothes, making sure that even with the tears, she’s covered in all strategic places. She smiles back, her eyes still soft. I slide a gentle hand over her cheek before dropping it and stepping back.
“There, now you look freshly fucked. It’s a good look. He’s going to want to lock you away.”
Her smile fades like I said the wrong thing, and a flash of darkness like pain comes to her eyes and she looks away, biting her lip. I’ve hurt her and I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why I care, but right now, I do. It was a compliment, to her and her skill and…
Fuck, I need her to look dreamy, dazed, fucked, not hurt. And…I… Shit. “Rose-”
A loud knocking on the bedroom door stops my words in their tracks. “Hey, Niko,” Rush calls out. “Move it. We’re waiting. Finnegan’s not there yet, so we gotta move. Finish doing…what you’re doing and let’s get this started.”
I smooth a hand down over my tie, straightening it. I should shower, but I really don’t have time for a change of clothes, and…fuck it. I’m making a short appearance somewhere and some of my men will track her from the compound to wherever Finnegan takes her.
“You can drive, right?”