Page 84 of Brutal Secrets
I expect a tantrum, but she just smiles at both of us. “Daddy came and found me, though,” she says, getting up and skipping down the corridor to her bedroom.
As the sun dips lower between the skyscrapers and the shadows lengthen across Central Park, I sink down to rest on the cushions. Vadim drops next to me and slings a heavy arm across my shoulders.
“I’ve never been so terrified in my life.” His deep voice shakes. “Come here, zolotaya.” He pulls me toward him, and I rest my head against his chest, breathing in the pine-and-salt scent of his skin and listening to the comforting thud of his heart.
“Do you have to leave?” I whisper.
“I’d prefer to be near you. I’ll sleep easier knowing you’re both close.” He looks down at me, the ring of icy blue around his pupils narrowing.
“I’m going to jump in the shower. Why don’t you go and sit with Nadia for a bit?” I smile at him. “Seems like she went to a lot of trouble to get you here.”
“I’ve never felt so wanted.” He huffs out a laugh, and I reach up to press my lips against his, taking his full bottom lip between my teeth and biting it. He groans and opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, pulling me onto his lap.
“You are wanted,” I whisper into his ear as he pulls my leg across his waist so I’m straddling him. The hard heat of his cock presses against me. I lean back and look at him, hands on his shoulders, and shake my head. “Not here. I need to be able to touch you properly. Go and say goodnight to Nadia.”
I walk to my bedroom and sit on the bed. I’m nervous. The jagged edges of my emotions smash against each other in my gut—fear, lust, relief, anger. The cocktail of feelings swirls around, making me nauseous. I don’t even realize Vadim has entered the room until I see him standing against the door frame, regarding me steadily.
“Does she always fall asleep so quickly?” His pastel stare is like blue fire.
“No. Not usually. It was probably the adrenaline. She must be wiped out.”
He stalks toward the bed and cages me in his arms so that I can smell the salt on his skin. “I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds in a boxing ring. Today was exhausting.” He rests his forehead on mine, the tenderness of the touch at odds with the next words. “Zolotaya, I need to fuck. I need to be back in control.”
I close my eyes and hear the click of a belt buckle and the slide of leather against fabric. I open my eyes with a question as he holds the belt in one hand and steps out of his trousers.
“Strip. Quickly,” he says.
I pull my shirt overhead, ripping a button on the cuff as I tear it off my arms. I’m reaching for my bra when Vadim leans down. Grasping both arms, which are already behind my back, he slides the leather over my wrists.
“Zolotaya?”
“Yes.”
The word comes out in a hiss, and he pulls the leather taught against my arms, belting them together behind me and thrusting my chest forward. He pulls the cups of my bra down and bites my breast, pulling it between his teeth and squeezing the other one roughly. Two twisting ribbons of pain and lust shoot down to the pulsing nub between my legs.
His eyes meet mine as he sucks away the pain, tonguing my sore nipples and drawing a low moan from my throat. Hearing the almost animal sound tear out of me brings me back to myself, and I look down at him in a panic.
“Vadim. The door . . .”
He stands up with a wolfish smile. “Let me see you struggle out of the rest of your clothes without the use of your arms, baby. Show me how you work for my cock.”
I watch him walk toward the door and hear the click of the lock as I rock back and forth against the edge of the bed, pushing the pants and panties I’m wearing lower by humping against the covers.
“That’s right. Show me how much you want me,” he says, standing at the door and watching me kick the clothes away.
I’m wearing nothing but his belt and my bra, my tits thrust upward. Embarrassed, I go to close my legs, but he shakes his head.
“Ah-ah, no.” He shakes his finger at me. “Spread your legs and show me what’s mine.” He pads across the carpet, sinking down between my spread legs and looking at me. “Wider, zolotaya. As wide as you can.”
Drawing on all the years of dance rehearsals, I pull one leg onto the bed and stretch it out, bearing myself to his flaming face. Heat races up to his cheeks, and I wonder if it’s matched by the fire that’s racing across my body.
He stretches out a finger and draws it through my center, pinching my clit before he sucks it into his mouth and closes his eyes as if he’s savoring the taste.
“Delicious. Just putting yourself on display for me makes you this wet.” He splays his hand against my stomach and gently pushes me against the sheets, the care of his movement at odds with the two fingers he jams inside me.
I cry out.
“Quiet, my little songbird.”