Page 45 of The Red Room
“You are fucking mine. Say it,” he repeats.
Each breath comes out in a slow, short burst, impatiently waiting for his skin to meet mine. “I’m yours.” The words come out in a clipped, almost desperate plea. “I’m yours, Nikolai Vostik.”
A satisfied smirk curls his lips. “One more time,” he says and slides one finger down my clit to the opening longing for him, circling the soft skin with a satisfied groan. Electricity tenses my entire body, a devastating blast of lightning seizing my limbs.
“I …” I say and even nibble at his ear for good measure. “Am …” Another gasp escapes me as he circles faster, even slipping the tip of his finger inside for just a moment. I can’t breathe. I can’t even move. All I can do is revel in the way unimaginable pleasure comes in tremendous spurts. Three words. Three simple words and he will stop toying with me. Give me the release I’m ready to drop to my knees and beg for. “Fucking. Yours.”
He narrows his eyes on mine. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Hard?” I say defiantly. “Like this?” I lower my hand to his waist and stroke the length of him, feeling his impressive cock thicken beneath the fabric of his pants. Heavy gasps escape him and warm my cheeks, burning my sure to be reddened face. It doesn’t matter though. While he may have had the upper hand at one point, I’m the one winning this game.
“Fuck,” he snarls, keeping his fingers moving at an even pace. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Oh, I have an idea. I’m gripping it right now. But his words do little else than pour gasoline on the fire scorching me from the inside out. I want to take all of this man. I want so badlyfor him to bury his cock into me until I plead for surrender. Cry out his name until my voice gives out. For him to ravage my body like the predator he is.
“I can’t control myself. Not with you.” Nik doesn’t shy away and instead bites his lower lip. He looks at me like an animal well past the point of starvation. A feral hunger in his shifting black and gold eyes.
I tilt my chin, letting our gazes lock. “So don’t …” I whisper and unclasp the top button of his pants. “Don’t control yourself.”
An unnaturally large grin spreads across his face, and despite how he looks ready to eat me, I’m more than fucking inclined to let him. Nik lifts my dress until the bottom hem reaches my stomach. He could rip it off my body for all I care. His pants, however, are a completely different story. For what feels like ten agonizing minutes, I fumble the zipper, struggling to undress him with the same ease.
Nik lifts his hand to stop me.
No. No, no, no. “What—why are you stopping?” I murmur, my chest deflating. Then, his nails grow in lethal size and sharpness. “What are you—”
Before I can finish, he shreds his shirt down the center, exposing his scarred and jaw-dropping chest. Next, he rips down his pants, leaving his legs and his swollen cock on full display. Finally, another slash, this one almost too fast to see. The laced underwear I picked out in case the Völk photoshoot finished early flitters to the floor near my ankles, black threads adding to the white-marble tiles. Nik smirks deviously and lets his nails return to their normal state.
“That’s better,” he says, pulling our bare hips together.
Heat surges between my thighs. Heat and his hard shaft gliding against me, eventually finding home resting against the wetness of my pussy. Longing rolls in my stomach as well as theintense desire to feel him slide inside me. Short, muffled cries break through each kiss, and it’s only when his familiar growl passes through the both of us that I know I’m not leaving this loft the same Natalie he brought up here. I told him this wouldn’t happen tonight, not when I was working. But if he stops now, I might fucking explode.
“Do you want me?” he asks, brushing the loose hair from my face. It’s not his question that does it. No, it’s the way he rubs my clit with the head of his thick cock. Teasing me in such a way my legs are ready to clamp shut like a fucking vice grip.
I whimper a pleading, “Yes.”
“Are you sure that tight little pussy can handle it?”
Biting his lower lip in my teeth, I squeeze until I’m sure the skin is close to breaking. Then, I suck it into my mouth, letting the swelling blood even out. “If you don’t shut the hell up and fuck me,” I pause and run my thumb and forefinger along the silver chain falling against my collarbone, “I’ll shove this necklace down your goddamn throat.”
There’s no hesitation from him. Not a single response. No, Nik hoists me up, bringing my chin level to his. Legs dangling, I wrap my large thighs around his hips. The temperature of his body increases, gifting me another surge of warmth to share with him.Holy shit.I don’t feel the blood drain but disappear from my face. The sheer ease in which he picks me up is no different than before, but this time there’s nothing gentle about it. He’s claiming me. Displaying the strength only the cursed are capable of.
Carrying me to the closest wall, Nik forces my back into the window as I clamp down harder into him like a boa constrictor. Icy glass cools the skin my dress doesn’t cover while the rest is scalding. We’ve been here. This exact moment. And it was over as soon as it started. Tonight, I’d sooner die than let him stop.
I sink my teeth in his neck and kiss up his sharp jaw line. “Werewolves don’t need an invitation do they?” I ask, lowering my voice to a shallow gasp. “Know any vampires that won’t hesitate?”
He pins my arms above my head, using one hand to keep mine at bay. Snarls work their way up his chest to his throat the way I’d imagine a dragon would ready itself to spit fire. “You going to keep testing my patience?”
I fight against him, struggling to break free under his tightened grip. “Depends,” I say despite my entire body folding beneath his. I arch my head back against the glass and glare at him with pure disobedience. “You going to keep making bruises on my thigh with your cock or fucking use it?”
“Oh, Natalia,” he says andtsks. “You are barking at the wrong wolf.”
I scoff out in impatience. “Oh, yeah? Show—”
My words cut off in an instant, seemingly dying in the silence of the thrumming loft.
Is he … Yes. Yes he fucking is.For the second time in thirty seconds I have taunted a werewolf and found myself wrong in every facet. Nikolai rubs the head of his steel-like cock against my clit in a mesmerizing, counterclockwise motion, and each time,fuck, my entire body jolts as if I’ve somehow found myself on death row. I’ve had my final meal, and now, I think Nikolai is about to make me his.
He teases my small opening, dipping himself in enough to stretch that first layer of skin, and he pulls out when the sensation reaches its peak.Jesus Christ.Everything inside me withers. This roller coaster he has me on comes complete with a faulty lap belt. God, he knows exactly how to ruin me. Leave me in a puddle on the marble floors in his loft. Only now, I’m hugging him like a fucking tree, playing the most intense game of cat and mouse I’ve ever experienced.