Page 31 of The Red Room
Nik drags his hand lower, squeezing my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I arch my back on impulse and stifle the moan forcing its way out. Lightning releases in my limbs in a single, thunderous crack, shocking my fingers. My thighs. My feet. Every piece of me is zapped into oblivion while I watch this man send me on the ferry to the afterlife.
I gasp, my small voice breaking the silence of Völk.
Nik revels in the sound, gliding his finger downward, skin now slick with my sheer desperation. “You are absolutely dripping,” he says, grin now exposing a neat row of white, fangless teeth. Nik strips off the leather jacket first, followedby his shirt, tossing it to his feet. This man, this carved statue stands within reach, and I can’t help but want to feel the heat of him radiate through my palms like the flames of a campfire. I rub both hands on his chest first, feeling the way each muscle ripples beneath my touch as he closes the distance, bringing the swell in his jeans to grind against me. Another quiver, and my stomach contracts as I imagine having every inch of him. His impressive cock stretching me to the breaking point. To have him fill me until I scream for mercy. Waves of electricity shoot through my limbs simply at the thought.
There’s something odd about his bare torso, though. Mangled flesh extends as high as his collar and as low as his abdomen. It doesn’t look like an old knife wound. No, it’s much too large. There’s four jagged scar lines like a bear took a swipe at him. The same kind of claw mark he left on my front door. I’m not sure if I noticed them before, but as I graze my fingers over each ridge of marred skin, it’s apparent these are one thing on his body that will never heal. Then, I skim over the tattoos winding down each of his arms, designs intricate enough to spend hours appreciating.
Nik kisses me again, bringing our bodies together. The hot skin of his chest scorches my breasts, warming me outside as well as in. He sucks my lower lip in his mouth and bites, pulling the skin until I whine in surrender.
“Fuck,” he growls after releasing me, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. “I might have to eat you after all.”
Eat me. Chew me up. Spit me out. I don’t care. I don’t care what this man does, as long as he remedies the overwhelming throb between my thighs first. I’d sooner offer myself up as a sacrifice to the Vostik pack than have him stop now.
He brushes his hand down my chest and stomach, slowly reaching the area I need him most. Our eyes lock, and he peersat my pained features, cocking his head to the side. “What do you want, Natalia?”
What do I want? It’s a little fucking obvious. But, in true Nik fashion, he’s toying with me, yet again. Playing with his food despite the many moan-filled pleas I’ve given thus far. Does he want me to say it? Does he want to hear the words my insides arescreamingfor him to do to me? “You,” I confess. “I need—"
Holy shit.He slips two fingers inside me, urging them forward until his large knuckles can’t go any farther. The breath from the last word I meant to say rips out of me in one strangled whimper. Stars block out the ceiling lights, block out all of Völk really, and I struggle to see a thing through the blur setting in. He pulls his fingers out, massages my clit once more, and slides them back in, somehow going deeper this time. It isn’t a whimper that escapes me now, but a carnal moan echoing as if played over the club speakers.
“Oh, god,” I say, my voice waning.
“God?” he asks with a snide chuckle. Nik positions his hips between my legs. Small beads of sweat trickle down his scarred chest to the bottom of his V taper pressing into my center, our body heat becoming one. I know he can feel the pulse at his lower stomach, each heartbeat a silent cry for him to touch me again.
“There are no gods here.” He rubs his rough palms on my inner thighs. “Only an animal cursed by the devil himself.”
Nik attacks my mouth once more, grabbing not only my breast, but my waist to bring our hips closer together. I rock back, once again feeling his large, erect cock drag against me.
He kisses harder. Viciously. Each growing more violent and uncontrolled by the second. I want so badly for him to fill me. To tangle his body so deeply in mine we become one curse instead of two.
“Now. What do you want?” He lifts his hand to my throat, giving a small squeeze as our lips graze once more. “Answer the question.”
I know what I want. It’s rubbing on me already, making me more wet by the second. “Fuck me.”
He shakes his head and smirks. “You didn’t say please.”
I let out a frustrated moan but concede. Kind of hard not to when release is quite literally grinding against your fucking lap, and you’d do anything to get it. “Please … fuck me.”
“No.”
No? No? What in the fuck does he mean no?I have half a mind to undue his pants, reach inside, and do all the work myself if he fucking won’t. Blood rushes to my face, anger sure to be reddening my cheeks. He brings me to his club, takes me to the edge and staring right into the blissful void, only to deny me the courtesy of pushing me over the cliff. This man really is a curse.
Somehow sensing I’m not thrilled with his response, Nik brushes the strangled hair away from my face. “You were a bad girl sneaking in here last night. I told you not to come back, but you did anyway. Didn’t you?”
When I don’t answer, he grinds the bulge in his pants on me harder. A yelp flees my lungs, and out of instinct, I bring my palm to my mouth.
“Didn’t you?” he asks again, teasing my center.
My exhausted voice cracks when I mutter a short, “Yes.”
Nik places his forehead on mine. “And I almost ate you, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I say in a small, breathless gasp.
He gives me one last peck on my lips. “So when you don’t listen to what the fuck I tell you—” He pauses, his eyes glowing sinfully. “You won’t get what you want. But I will.”
You have got to be kidding me. Nik’s really going to treat me like a fucking child right now? Half naked in his club and—
My mind goes blank.