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“Yes.”
I force myself to remain calm. “I’d like my hand back.”
“And I’d like you spread out for me so I can have your cunt.” He comes in closer, and his breath is sour with wine. “You’re a fine little whore, aren’t you? I hear you put out some movies. Love to see those.” He laughs as horror streaks through me. “Yes, I heard about them, how much they were gonna charge to see you fucking all those men. Some high bidder must have bought them before your husband died. Now that I see you…I’m betting they’re worth every penny.”
“Let. Me. Go.”
Nikolai’s on the other side of the room, and now… God, those movies they were going to make of a rape that didn’t happen. I should throw up all over this pervert.
“Whatever Wilder’s getting from your deal, I’ll double it, and you can keep on fucking without that controlling freak. Maybe start up your movie career again, actually release them to the public—”
I narrow my eyes as I cut him off. “Nikolai Wilderiscontrolling, isn’t he? He doesn’t share. He’s also a very deadly man, as are his colleagues. If you don’t let me go, he’ll feed you your balls for touching me like this. If he doesn’t, I will.”
He lets me go, and I move off at a slow, deliberate pace. I want to run, but I refuse to. I don’t want to appear scared or weak. The cretin’s words play in my head. What is it I have that people want?
A wave of relief and awareness comes over me as there’s a tug on my collar’s leash, and I’m pulled back into Nikolai’s hard body.
“Why the fuck were you talking to Terrance Field, and why is he here?”
* * *
“I’m going to fucking feed him his balls,” Nikolai snarls.
We’re at home, and he’s filling the tub in the bathroom, the scent of fresh cut roses blooming in my nose.
He’s stripped down to his boxer briefs and shirt, sleeves rolled up, his face full of murderous intent, like that cold beat to his voice. He means every word, and, God help me, I shiver with longing. Not for death and blood and carnage, but longing for this man who’d do that for me.
“Get your ass over here, Rose.”
He gently strips me down, his face softening as he helps me into the bath and kneels to wash me.
“I don’t need a bath.”
“Yeah, you do. That place is disgusting, I want to wash it off you.”
I love you,he’s saying to me. I hold that tight.
We discuss the evening, this Terrance Field, what Nikolai’s looking for, why Adelaide’s here.
He pauses, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “To push me, probably. She wants to catch a big mafia fish, but she’s got nothing on me.”
“Niko,” I say softly, “be careful. I don’t trust her.”
“Why?”
I shrug. “A feeling.” I pause. “I don’t want to talk about her. Get your ass in here.”
He just climbs in, clothes and all, and pulls me in for a kiss, slow and romantic and thorough. It’s a love ballad, the sweetest song, and my toes curl as my insides flutter. He’s hard between my legs, but he makes no move to fuck me. He just kisses me.
Last time in the bath, we didn’t have sex. This time…
I free him and guide his cock to my pussy, sinking down and riding him as we kiss.
It’s like flying. The kiss swirls us into the sky, swooping down into depths of passion, and I get myself off on him, undulating my hips to slide up and down his cock, angling it to hit all those perfect spots, to rub my clit against him.
He meets my thrusts, my tongue. He kisses me in hard, drugging kisses, and then feathers my lips like I’m his own personal goddess as I find my release on his lap. He surges up into me, his cum spurting deep, and I ride him until it’s too much for both of us.
When we’re done, I lie on him in the water, his arms around me.
