AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Do. Not. Come.” I slam home balls deep with each thrust, and each thrust brings me closer. The way her ass lifts for me, like she’s daring me for more, like she can’t help herself…
I stroke and press her clit, even as I smash us into the edge of the desk, each thrust pushing my hand hard against her. She starts to struggle, to try and get up, but I tighten my grip on her neck. She’s helpless, something I know heightens her pleasure.
I’m getting close. The wave is an onslaught inside me, electricity crackling down to the base of my spine as my cock drives into her, hard, needing,searching. I can feel her, the little ripples she can’t control, and my balls tighten.
Without warning, I explode. Pleasure floods every inch of my body as I erupt, filling her, and the ripples of her losing battle against her orgasm come in faster, bigger. So, I push her over the edge.
I take her clit and I twist, just enough to jolt her into the sea of release.
Everything in her shudders, her clit a pulsing throb under my fingers as I stroke hard to wring her orgasm out. Her cunt clamps down, sending me into almost blackout mode as she takes the last of mine into overload.
When we’re done, I pull out, only to drag her up and gaze down at her. Those big blues are glazed over, and she catches my intent.
“You fucking came, Rose.”
“You don’t play fair, Niko.”
I grin slowly. “I warned you about punishment.”
She backs away, the prey wanting the predator to play and take and torture. My Rose. I’m going to take it all.
She hits the wall, and I follow, slowly, safety on and off all at the same time. I crowd her, sliding a hand through her hair and angling her face up to me. I take her mouth in a slow kiss designed to destroy, and she’s trembling when I’m done. I’m not faring much better.
“Since you like it so much,” I say, nudging up against her ear as my hand trails down to the wetness between her thighs. “I’ll make you come again and again.”
I tuck myself away as I return to her mouth with sweet kisses, loving kisses, biting kisses, carnal kisses. I seduce and rile until she’s on the edge, begging me. For release? More? To stop?
“Please, Nikolai, please. Oh, God, please…”
I drop to my knees and part hers. I inhale deeply; she smells like both of us. I push one of her legs over my shoulder as I play her with my fingers, teasing the edges of her cunt, parting her lips to thrust deep. Then, once I’m sure I’ve teased her enough, I put my mouth on her.
I feast, eating her out, making her come, drinking the nectar that’s her and me and something completely different. She tugs on my hair, pulling me into her, pushing me away. She gasps and cries and moans and fucking comes, over and over again. I bite her clit, her lips, lick up into her. I worship her cunt, and she’s crying nonsensical words, both legs shaking.
There’s no one on this planet I’d do this for but Rose.
I ease her down and slowly rise. She’s boneless in my arms, but she raises her head, seeking my mouth in the sweetest of kisses that melts me to the core.
“I love you, Nikolai.”
Right then, my phone rings. I move to let her go, but she starts to crumble, so I wrap her around me and carry her to the desk, holding her while I pick it up.
I don’t answer. I don’t need to.
“Rose,” I say, kissing her again. “Pack. We’re going to New York.”
Chapter2
Rose
Ican barely walk, even as voices filter down the hall. He did all that to me, knowing others were nearby.
Setting my hand on the railing, I climb the stairs. At least Nikolai didn’t send me through the house naked. Being sent up to the bedrooms is his punishment.
My clothes are completely messed up, and he didn’t tell me to fix myself, so I didn’t. Sure, I get it. He’s a control freak, my Niko; he’s not going to let anyone see me naked, but the thrill of it, the hot slicing thrill, is enough, and he knows it.
I collapse on the bed. As the last waves of sexual euphoria drain from my body, my mind takes over, overcharged with questions and uncertainties. What the hell was that thing with the hat pin? He’s a complicated man, a monster, with the glimmer of light inside that flares only for me, the tiny hidden center of softness. There had to be a lesson in there.
He knew I’d be mad and scared over the scrapes on his knuckles. Not because I think he can’t take care of himself—he more than can—but because I’m aware of the lengths he’ll go for me. For me and Rush. He knew, and he made me draw his blood.
