Milana
Lyov takes a dirt track, leaving the main road for the first time. I glance at him, but he keeps his eyes firmly fixed ahead. He has barely looked at me since we left the gas station. The track weaves between thick trees and woodland.
Finally, a deserted cabin comes into view. I never thought I’d die like this. My father’s work has always been dangerous, but I’ve been unaffected by it. For the first time in my life, I’m in real danger.
Lyov stops the van and then glances at me. A conflict is warring in his beautiful blue eyes. I wonder whether he wants to do this. He seduced me, drugged me, and kidnapped me. I know how to pick them.
He says nothing and gets out of the van, walking to my side. “Out,” he barks.
The coldness of his tone sends a shiver down my spine. I had sensed danger when I looked into his eyes at the club. He’s a brutal bratva brother who isn’t controlled by my father. Anytime I ask a question, he ignores me.
I get a feeling if I don’t watch my mouth, Lyov will punish me.
A tingle runs down my spine right to my core at the thought. I’ve always been attracted to dominant men and like the idea of a man who isn’t afraid of spanking me or tying me up. I get a feeling Lyov wouldn’t bat an eyelid at doing either of those things. He’s already tied me up, after all.
I clench my thighs together as he grabs my arms and drags me toward the cabin. I also get the feeling that Lyov is more likely to hurt me than take me to bed. We may have met under different circumstances, but that electric connection between us is gone. He doused the fire the moment he drugged and kidnapped me.
“Are you going to kill me?” I ask, finally fed up with the silent treatment.
Sure, he has kidnapped me-he is in control, but at least tell me what the fuck is going on.
He jerks me to a stop and grabs my hips, pulling me into him. “What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?” he growls.
The way he holds me makes me melt. I know how fucked up it is. This guy is treating me like shit, but that spark I felt in the club is still there. It flickers between us on and off. He’s trying to shut it down, but it’s there.
I pull away from him and meet his gaze. “I get it. You’re in control here and all that alpha male bullshit, but at least have the decency to tell me what the fuck is going on,” I demand.
He flinches slightly, as though I’ve slapped him in the face. He stares at me for so long in silence. I wonder if I’ve broken the big, powerful bratva man. “Let me get one thing straight. You don’t get to demand anything from me.” He grabs hold of my hair so hard and yanks me toward him. “I control everything. Do you understand?”
I bite my bottom lip and say nothing. Standing by and not questioning what is going on isn’t in my nature. If he wants me to be quiet, he will have to gag me. If he expects me to say yes sir, he’s got another thing coming.
“Do I have to discipline you?” His eyes flash with something wicked. I meet his gaze, unflinching, and keep my mouth shut.
He grabs me harder and drags me toward the sofa, sitting down, and then forcing me over his knee.
I yelp in surprise as he pushes the skirt of my dress up over my ass. A flush of heat consumes me as he holds me in such a vulnerable position-so exposed to him. All I’m wearing is a skimpy little thong.
His hand teases over my flesh softly before he brings it down in a hard spank.
I cry out, humiliation, pain, and pleasure, confusing me all at once. How can I feel anything but hate for this man? I try to wriggle from his grip, freezing when I feel him – the thick, hard length of his cock pressing into my abdomen.
He brings his hand down even harder on my other cheek.
All I can think about is how hard he is. Does he get off on spanking me?
The next spank makes me moan.
Lyov freezes beneath me at the sound. “Don’t tell me you enjoy punishment.” His voice is a half-groan.
I gasp as he parts my ass cheeks and presses a finger to my throbbing core. My thong is soaking wet.
“You’re so wet.” He spanks me three times on each cheek again. “This isn’t supposed to be enjoyable,” he growls.
The dominance in his voice only makes me wetter. The humiliation is gone. Only pure unadulterated lust exists inside of me now – a need to feel this man inside of me. I wanted him when our eyes first met, and I still want him now, despite everything.
He grabs my thong and pulls it down around my thighs.
I’m too needy to feel embarrassed as he parts my thighs and exposes my dripping wet arousal to his hungry gaze. His cock twitches beneath me at sight, and he teases a finger through my folds.
“Fuck,” I moan, bucking my hips.
He spanks me three times. “I told you to be quiet.”
I bite my bottom lip, trying to endure the pleasure without making a sound. It’s torture. His finger bumps against my clit, and I can’t hold back.
I moan deeply, earning myself another spanking. Lyov won’t tell me anything, but I didn’t expect him to do this to me.
Shame spreads through me for liking the way he punishes me. It’s not right. His hand teases the stinging flesh almost gently. For a moment, I could imagine we were a kinky couple participating in foreplay, but that’s not what this is.
Lyov has stolen me from my home and taken me captive.
That thought escapes me the moment his finger slips inside of me. I moan, no longer trying to keep quiet. My body is coiled so tightly. I’m so hot that It feels like I might burn to cinders at any moment.
He groans above me, fingering me with such an expert touch. I’m drowning in pleasure on the lap of my captor. He bends me to his will with one touch – a man who takes what he wants.
I can feel the pressure building deep inside of me with each stroke of his finger. “Oh, my God.” I writhe on his lap, grinding my clit against him in an attempt to chase my orgasm.
Any reasoning about what is going on between us is gone. All I can do is give in to the sensational pain and pleasure he’s provoking from me.
He slaps my ass with his free hand. “Don’t move.”
I still at his command, loving the way his deep, baritone voice makes me wetter, needier. He slips another finger inside of me, making me cry out. The pleasure increasing to a point I can no longer bear. I need to come, but he’s not letting me.
“Please,” I whimper.
The begging earns me three hard slaps on each cheek. “No speaking.”
He slides three thick fingers inside of me and increases the tempo, stroking the spot inside of me that promises release. He chases down my orgasm. My clit throbs hard as he sends me straight toward the cliff edge with no sign of slowing down.
I pant and groan over his knee, wanting more. He sends me over the edge with one last thrust, and I cry out his name, “Lyov.”
He spanks my ass once more, which adds to the unbelievable pleasure spiking through me. For a moment, we remain like that, unmoving.
No man has taken me in hand like this or made me orgasm the way he just did. His hand is still resting on my stinging ass cheek.
He is panting almost as heavily as I am. I feel his cock twitch against my tummy.
Excitement reignites inside of me at the thought of this dominant man fucking me. I wriggle in his grip, trying to get an idea of what I’m working with. He feels large. Everything about Lyov is large.
“Up,” he orders.
I stand to my feet. Lyov grabs hold of my waist and hoists me over his shoulder, carrying me into the bedroom. My heart rate picks up, as I wonder what he is going to do to me.
He drops me in the center of super king-sized bed, before turning his back on me and walking out of the room without saying a word.
My stomach dips as he slams the door shut behind him. A mix of shame and humiliation floods me all at once. I’d expected him to fuck me. No, I’d wanted him to fuck me. It’s so wrong.
Instead, I’m left feeling confused and empty, staring at a shut door. A knock on the window startles me, and I glance over to see a small bird staring in at me, tapping its beak against the glass.
My brow furrows as I get up from the bed and walk toward it. The catch is on the inside, and there is no key. I free the window and pull it up, startling the bird away. Lyov left me in here with an escape route, which is a rookie mistake.
I gaze out into the forest surrounding the cabin. An icy gust of wind picks up, chilling me to the bone. If I escape, then I will probably be dead by morning. It’s cold, and on the drive up here, there was nothing for miles. Not to mention, the thought of leaving Lyov makes me feel a little dead inside. It makes no sense, but after what he just did to me, I want to experience more with him. Explore the line between pleasure and pain that he isn’t afraid to dole out.
I shut the window and flick over the catch. At least I know there is an escape, if I get desperate. With a deep sigh, I flop onto the comfortable bed and shut my eyes. Exhaustion overcomes me, as I haven’t slept in hours.
My eyes fall shut, and the first thing I see is Lyov’s stunning face. He is under my skin, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get him out of my mind after what he did to me.