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His fingers slip between my folds, and he groans against my ear. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispers. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want me, Marika. I can feel how much you do.”
“I never said I didn’t,” I whisper weakly, feeling his fingertips graze over my clit.
“Let me inside you.” His teeth graze over my earlobe. “I want my cum in you when you’re sitting there talking to that man. I want him to be able to fucking smell me on you if he breathes in hard enough. Give me this, Marika—”
I’ve only been on the birth control for a day. I don’t think it’s enough—but I could get a contraceptive, for extra peace of mind tomorrow. I’ll tell Adrik after to get it for me. I can hear myself rationalizing it in my head, because what he’s saying is so fucking hot.
“Please, Marika—” he groans, his other hand pushing my skirt higher, his fingers under my panties tugging them to one side. “Let me fuck you and come inside you. Before you—”
“Yes.” I breathe the word, gasping it as his fingers roll over my clit, my pussy so wet that I know I soaked through my panties just from his kiss, before he touched me. I’ve never really understood what it was like to want someone until Adrik, and now I can’t imagine wanting anyone else.
Especially not the brutal man I’ve been promised to marry.
My hands fumble at the buttons of his pants, undoing his fly as he teases my clit, making it harder than ever for me to get it undone. He groans the moment I free his cock, my hand wrapping around the heated, rigid length of him, and he doesn’t waste a second before he grabs me, his mouth hard on mine.
He picks me up, shoving the silk skirt to one side as he holds my panties away from my swollen flesh, and my legs go around his waist without a thought, my entire body aching for him. I’ve forgotten where I’m supposed to be and what I’m meant to be doing, everything except the swollen head of his cock pressed to my entrance, the way my body throbs with anticipation, the pleasurable stretch of him as he pushes himself inside of me with one hard thrust that I know is meant to be possessive, that he wants me to feel the entire time I’m sitting down to dinner.
I shouldn’t find that erotic, but I do. The thought of sitting across from Theo McNeil, the most powerful man in Chicago, the man who is going to be my husband—and still feeling the ache from Adrik’s cock, the soreness of my bruised flesh, the hot dampness of his cum soaking into my panties—
“Fuck, oh god—” I moan against Adrik’s mouth, my entire body clenching hard as I come at the thought, my hips rocking against his in a desperate, needy movement as I grind against him, wanting more of the pleasure as it tears through me, his own hips moving against me in hard, pounding thrusts that are more brutal than he’s ever fucked me before. I can feel the desperation in it, the need, and it makes me feel as if my next climax is building again before the first ever fully recedes.
“Christ, Marika, it’s so good—” he groans against my lips, pinning me to the door, and I know if anyone walks by, they’ll be able to hear. I should be more worried about it, should be concerned about us getting caught—but all I can think about is how good he feels, how much I want him to keep thrusting into me, filling me, and the thought of him coming inside of me for the first time has me on the edge all over again.
It feels forbidden and taboo and everything that I should never, ever allow myself. But I am, and I can’t pretend that I don’t want it as much as he does.
“Oh god, Marika—” His mouth drags down my throat, his hips hard and urgent, his hands holding me against the door, digging into my waist. “I’m so fucking close. Tell me to come in you, tell me to fucking come—”
I could tell him no. I should tell him no, but I want it too. “Come in me,” I breathe, grinding against him, my legs against his waist, pulling him closer, and I know this is the moment when I make yet another choice that could turn everything upside down.
The sound of pleasure he makes is so guttural that it almost sounds painful, his entire body jerking against me as I feel, for the first time, the hot rush of him coming inside of me, the swollen throbbing of his cock as he buries himself inside of me as deeply as he can, holding himself there for a long moment as I shudder against him with my own pleasure.
He presses his mouth against my shoulder, and then gently, he slips out of me, setting me down on my own two feet. He reaches beneath my skirt, tugging my panties back into place—and his fingers pat gently against the damp material as he kisses me once more. “There,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’ll be in you all fucking night.”
He steps back, a heated possessiveness in his eyes that makes my knees feel a little weak—and then I look at the clock, wondering just how long it’s been.
Too long.
Adrik is looking down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. “Go, Marika. You’re going to be late.”
His sudden acquiescence surprises me, and I look at him, startled. “I—” I swallow hard. “I need you to get me a contraceptive to take tomorrow. Just—leave it in my room, where no one can see. The door is unlocked.” I hate asking him right now, but if I don’t, I have no idea if I’ll get a chance to. He can do it more easily without anyone knowing.
Adrik looks at me for a long moment. “Fine,” he says suddenly. “Whatever you want.”
His jaw is set, and he steps back, tucking himself away and zipping up his pants. I start to reach for the doorknob, but he grabs me again before I can, moving in on me with one quick step and grabbing my face in his hands.
“I want you to remember what I felt like in you, while you’re talking to him,” he breathes against my mouth. “Remember how hard I fucked you, how hard I came in you. Remember what it felt like when I made you come.”
He releases me again, so suddenly that my knees almost buckle, and steps back. I grab for the door, desperate to get out before I make another mistake, and end up later than I already am.
This was a mistake. There’s no doubt about that. And I’m anything but focused.
I duck into the nearest bathroom, looking in the mirror frantically as I smooth my tousled hair and reach for my clutch to fix my lipstick, checking my throat for any marks.This is the situation you’ve gotten yourself into,I tell my reflection sternly, making sure my eye makeup isn’t smudged.Ensuring you don’t go to one man with the marks of another on you, even though his cum is inside of you. What do you think you’re doing?
I don’t know. I truly don’t. And as I stare at my reflection, I contemplate the wisdom of telling Nikolai everything. It wouldn’t fix my problems with Adrik—it might make them worse—but it would keep me from having to marry Theo.
He would be disappointed in me, but I don’t think he’d throw me out or disinherit me. I don’t think he’d treat me as worthless, the way some families would. And I don’t think he’d hate me.
But the disappointment is bad enough. And if I don’t marry Theo—
