Chapter 22: Natalia

Mikhail picks me up and carries me back inside the room.

Setting me down on the plush cream carpet, he pulls away from my lips momentarily to gaze at me. The molten heat blazing within the honey depths of his eyes melts me and traps me.

“Take your clothes off for me, princess,” he husks, his voice thick with arousal.

This is it. We’re doing this again.

I’m doing this again, and again I’m scared of how I’ll feel after. If I feel like this now—barely able to think past his touch—what’s going to happen to me when we go to that place he took me to yesterday?

That place he unlocked and gave me everything I never knew I needed.

I take off my coat and follow with everything else until I’m naked.

The way he looks at me—like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life—is something I’ll never forget. I know I can’t be. All I need to do is look at him to know I’m not going to be anything close to the women he’s been with. However, there’s something triumphant in watching him look at me like I’m what he needs.

And it’s already harder to convince myself I’m just a toy to him when he looks at me like that.

“Get on the bed and lie down.”

I crawl onto the bed and watch him take off his clothes. As I lie there, I allow myself to stare at him, to really take him in.

My eyes travel over thick muscles inked with tattoos. I’m not paying attention to the ones on his fingers that scare me or the Russian-looking ones that indicate his leadership. I look at the others, like the eagle taking flight on his lower abs and the Japanese characters running down his hips.

My eyes move to his erect cock as he takes off his pants, and I notice the pre-cum beading on the thick head.

He’s perfect and he knows it. And he knows I know it, too. Standing there like that, he reminds me of a Greek god. Just one look is all anybody would need to confirm the potency of his power and strength. More intense than that, though, is the power and strength he has over me.

When he grips the base of his cock and fists himself, the heat raging inside me turns to liquid fire.

A wicked smile spreads across his face, and he intensifies his stare.

“Still think you don’t want me?”

I bite down hard on my back teeth, praying he doesn’t push for an answer.

“You should see your face, princess,” he adds with a wild smirk. “You should see your body the way I do, ripe and aroused for me.”

I believe him. I can feel my body pleading for him to return to me. My nipples ache, my skin is buzzing from the kiss, and I’m wet, probably soaked.

My pussy is clenching with the need to have him and I’m hungry for him.

He pumps his length harder, so more clear pre-cum drips out of his cock, then he swipes his thumb over the head and wipes it off.

Holding out his finger, he gets on the bed, too, and places his finger to my lips so I can lick off his cum.

I do, tasting the saltiness of need and sex.

He smiles and runs the same finger over my pussy, pushing into my wet passage and smiling wider when he feels how wet I am.

“Wet again, Malyshka. This is going to be interesting.”

“Why?” I mumble.

He answers by pushing deeper into my passage. I moan out loud in response and grip his arm as he continues to pump.

“That’s why. You keep filling your head with lies, and I want you to accept the truth. I want you to accept that it’s okay to want me.”

“No,” I moan.

“Yes.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock.

He cups my sex and rubs the head of his cock over my folds before easing into my pussy.

It hurts, but not as much as last night. I feel more pleasure than pain.

I wince at the strange feeling of both, desperately seeking the pleasure. When I grip the sheets, he pulls out and lowers to my ear.

“It will hurt as long as you fight me. You need to stop and give yourself to me.”

“I don’t want to,” I moan mindlessly.

“You need to, Malyshka. Make life easier for yourself. I’m going to fuck you either way.”

He moves down to lick my clit, and that’s when I lose any trace of resistance. It snaps, and the pleasure I crave comes, forcing away the pain.

His tongue thrashing over my swollen clit feels so good, so damn good I feel like I might come. He licks for a few minutes then returns his cock to my entrance and slides in easier than before.

“That’s better. Good girl. Allow me to take you, and you won’t feel the pain.”

Hyped up on the need for pleasure, I do as he says, but this time, I do it for me.

I do it because I’m right there at the place he took me last night, and that part of me just awoke and wants him.

He starts moving inside me, slow then fast as my walls tighten when they take him.

At that moment, an explosion of pleasure washes over me in rippling waves, slamming into my body with savage energy.

He starts to fuck me. Every secret part of me absorbs what he gives me and begs for me. Mindless, mind-numbing ecstasy sings through my veins. I’m so lost in him I can’t find my way back. Nor do I want to.

The vein on the side of his neck thickens and pulses as he speeds up, driving faster and harder into my pussy. It’s too much. He’s too much. I’ve lost control.

Mikhail tunnels deeper into my body, owning me, and as he mutters a string of curses in Russian, my walls squeeze, and I come.

I arch my back off the bed and scream out his name as the greedy orgasm takes me.

I still have his name on my lips when he glides a hand to my throat and holds me down. Not in the threatening way he did before, but it feels like it. I’m so caught up in pleasure that my mind can’t think past the earth-shattering sensations exploding inside my body.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands, gritting his teeth as he drives into me.

My lips part, but I hold back, still fighting, still trying not to fulfill that last request.

Any hope I have is gone when he jackhammers into me, rutting into my body like an animal.

“Tell me you want me, Malyshka,” he cries, driving harder. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” I hear myself say, and I realize then he’s broken me.

He did it. He broke down my resistance and confirmed the secret in my heart.

As I look at him, I expect the conquering smile, but he doesn’t give me that.

Instead, he pulls out mid-thrust and kisses me.

“I want you, too,” he whispers against my lips.

Hearing those words at this moment does something to me I can’t explain.

As he caresses my face, I find myself running my hands all over his chest, right into his hair. He does the same thing to me. Cupping my breasts with his large hands and kneading them before he smooths his hands up into my hair.

He breaks the kiss again and gazes down at me with a mixture of confusion and lust before he slides his hand back down to my pussy, then further to the tight rosette of my asshole.

I gasp when he pushes a finger inside, and I’m shocked when I think it feels good.

A deep chuckle rumbles within his chest when a small moan falls from my lips.

“Just like I thought. Interesting. This is going to be fun.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.

“Fuck every hole in your body before the fucking night is out.”

My mouth drops when I realize what he means to do. I rivet my gaze to him and swallow hard as he gets off the bed and opens the drawer on the nightstand.

His cock is still as erect as it was before, so I know he’s not finished with me yet.

I’ve never opened that drawer. I wouldn’t dare for fear he’d think I was snooping around.

When he takes out a black sash and a little tub of lubricant, I wish I’d looked. It would have at least prepared me.

“Don’t look so worried, baby girl. I told you I have a lot to teach you.”

He reaches for me and flips me onto my hands and knees.

“Are you going to hurt me?” I mutter.

“No. Never. Just listen to the sound of my voice, Malyshka.”

The sash goes over my eyes as he blindfolds me, securing the fabric into a knot behind my head.

Panic threatens to break through because I can’t see him, but when I feel his fingers glide down the length of my back, a smidge of reassurance returns to me. It’s only there for a moment, however, and dissipates when he strokes over my asshole.

My nerves rush back tenfold, but the more he touches me, the more aroused I become. Raw arousal washes through me when I feel him rubbing what I imagine must be the lube in my asshole. Then he gathers some of my wetness and does the same thing.

“Relax, princess. Relax for me.” The sound of his voice spirals into me. Being blindfolded heightens my senses. I feel him and hear him everywhere. Inside of me and out.

He presses his cock to the entrance of my asshole, and I suck in a deep breath.

It feels weird and like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to. Then he pushes in deeper. It hurts, but it feels too good to want him to stop.

I clutch the sheet and wince, moaning and groaning as he slides deeper inside me. An unexpected blast of pleasure jolts my body forward, and fucking hell, my mind feels like it’s going to rip in two.

He grabs my hips and starts to pump inside me, splintering my mind with every thrust.

Every nerve in my body quivers as he takes me this way. It’s an overdose of everything that takes me higher and higher until I feel like I’m flying with my head spinning.

He speeds up, and I feel his cock stiffen inside my passage. I come then, and so does he. A rush of hot cream pours into me. It feels different from when he came inside my pussy, but no less potent.

I also experience the same draining feeling I did last night, and like a rag doll, I collapse onto the bed.

He pulls out and removes the blindfold.

I chance looking at him because I want to see him. I want to know what he looks like after passion has taken us and he’s not walking away from me.

What I find is the beautiful side of him pushing past the ruggedness and darkness he is.

Brushing the side of my face, he presses his nose to mine.

“I want more, and I want to give you more, Adriana Alvarez.”

Adriana Alvarez.

This hits me hard, and I find myself desperate to hear him call me Natalia. As he holds me, I want him to know me, and I don’t want him to think I’m her. It feels like he belongs to her even though I know he can’t belong to me.

Desperation, different to my need for survival, clutches my insides, and I realize I’m so desperate for him, I’ll be whoever I need to be for him to take me like that again.

“Will you let me, Adriana?” he whispers against my skin.

“Yes.”