Chapter 10

NATALIA

I hated him.

He made me feel like nothing like I was only desirable to myself. I’d had guys want to be with me, but there was something always holding me back.

“Why did you throw yourself at me? Do you not remember why you’re here?” he snarled, scaring the crap out of me. I was in my room now, but I’d just come from his bedroom where I had been staring out the window and overheard his conversation with the Russian on the other end of the line who told him to kill me. I hadn’t even heard him come back into the house.

“I never did. I just…”

“What?” he barked as he drew closer to the bed. His footsteps were heavy as if he wanted me to be scared. But I was the complete opposite; I was turned on by him.

This was the missing piece of the puzzle. I never realized this was what I craved until now. Not some horny teen boy who wanted to get off, but a guy who desired me so badly he couldn’t breathe.

“I want to be made to feel like a woman. Not some little girl,” I whispered, too embarrassed to say it out loud. I don’t know what was wrong with me. This man was supposed to be my enemy. One who had kidnapped me based on someone else’s orders, and who now had the command to kill me. I should be screaming. I should be running and fighting for my life. Instead, I felt a magnet deep inside me, drawing me to him. It didn’t make any sense. Yet I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Say it louder.”

This time he was on the bed beside me. I could feel the mattress move gently up and down and he breathed. The heat that we were making between us held back the chill of the night. And it grew hotter as he drew closer.

He was shirtless, and as I turned to face him, with the moonlight reflected in the room, I could see the beauty of every curve of his body as I had done earlier today.

I chuckled as the tension in the room had completely changed until he put his hand against my throat and then my head tilted back. This situation was so fucked-up, because instead of being scared, it just turned me on.

“I said, say it again.” His voice was hoarser like he was as turned on as I was by his actions.

“I said that I want you to make me feel like a woman.”

“Be careful what you wish for… it might fucking come true.”

He said it slowly, as though he were pacing his every word as he said it, and one hand roughly shifted down the side of my arm, from my shoulder to my spine, as he turned me to face the wall.

“This is what you want!”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he spun me around so quickly that I nearly lost my breath with the thrill and excitement of it all. His mouth was so close to mine, but I knew he wasn’t going to kiss me. I’d read about it before. Kissing someone while having sex with them was a sign of affection. Probably a weakness that he could never display to me.

I didn’t want or need to know if he felt anything but lust and desire for me.

He ripped my nightie like it were a piece of string. I should have been frightened as he growled at the same time.

“You want the animal in me to come out? You want to see all of me?”

I felt so damn wet as he continued to greedily grab my body like a man possessed like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were on my breasts one minute, then my ass the next, and he did the same with my panties as he did my nightie. It was as though he were pacing himself, and I loved seeing his length grow as he did it.

It was huge, fucking big, and it felt like he was torturing it, as he didn’t adjust his pants and set it loose.

“You want my big cock inside of you? It could rip you apart.”

I shook my head, thinking he was right. I was way out of my league, even if my nipples and dripping pussy were saying otherwise.

He pushed me down on the bed face up as if I weighed nothing, and then he stood. I bounced up, and my eyes widened at the sight of it.

“Oh my.” I licked my lips as he released the cock that he’d been hiding in his pants. It was big.

No, fucking enormous.

I hadn’t seen one before. Not like this. Not in the flesh. I’d watched a couple of pornos by myself, curious about the act and what it all meant. They looked big on screen, but I felt they exaggerated them to make them look bigger. But this was real; he was naked in front of me. And no more would I be curious about sex. I would have done the act. I opened my legs wider, letting him know that I wasn’t frightened or turned off by the sight of it. No, it was the complete opposite. Then he bounced onto the bed, raised my knee, and like a flash of lightning, he pushed inside me.

“Arrh!” I screamed out so damn loud.

“Enjoy it. Don’t think of the pain, just think of the pleasure. I’m taking it easy with you.”

He leaned to the side, and I couldn’t even face him, but I could feel his eyes watching me. Probably enjoying my torture, until like he’d said, no more did it feel like torture, but I started to enjoy it.

“That’s my girl. I can tell you want more.”

He was sliding in farther, and no more did it feel like he was putting big fingers into a small glove. My body was adjusting to his size, and as it did, he moved closer to me and I felt the warmth of his body on top of me.

It felt as though we were connecting as he rocked into me, and his groans were met with my moans. No more did I feel tense, as I relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure he was giving me.

“I told you the pain would pass.”

The pain was gone, and now something else was taking over me. It was an orgasm that I’d never experienced, as I gripped tight to his body and screamed the more he groaned, and he seemed to take pleasure in the fact he was fucking me like he never had before.

I felt his cum shoot up into me. The more wet we became, the more I screamed. His length reduced for only a matter of minutes and then he lifted me like a rigoll and had me holding the bedpost. He greedily grabbed my breast and then he jerked up inside me again, as if he hadn’t come yet. I didn’t know or care what time it was or what would happen next. I just knew he wanted me. He wanted me so badly that it made me laugh as he hungrily took my nipple into his mouth, then he pulled out and turned me over.

Behind me, he slipped his cock in between my legs. I whimpered. He was going to torture me again. “Please, put it in,” I begged as he crudely caressed my breasts with one hand and I held on to the pole for dear life. The whole idea of it all coming to a dramatic end felt too soon and I wanted more.

So much more.

He held on to my back and butt, rubbing them both with his other hand, and he laughed. “How badly do you want me?”

I cried out. I had come, and now I was halfway to another climax, and he was teasing me. “Desperately.”

“Say it louder.”

“Desperately,” I shouted, “I want you to fuck me.”

“We should be taking it easy. You’ll probably still sore.”

He was right, the V-card I’d been holding on to for so long was a thing of the past. I was probably bleeding a little. It was too dark to tell if the wetness between my legs was blood or just cum, but I didn’t care, because I didn’t want this night to end.

Everything about how I’d fantasized about how I would have sex for the first time became a thing of the past once I was up close and personal with him. I didn’t want the roses or the guy to be sweet and innocent.

There was something about being taken that I’d craved, and I didn’t realize how much until now. It was as if he’d awakened something in me.

Maybe I was more like my father than I realized. He lived in the danger and seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it was because his blood ran through my veins that I felt the same way too.

I was so weak and tired, but I needed him to finish me off again and again. He jerked inside me, this time a lot harder than before. I nearly cried when he drove his entire length inside me.

I cried out again as my breasts hit the wall against the bed when he moved me, and he crouched down to insert himself once more. I started to feel uncomfortable, but before he pushed me to my limit, he withdrew and turned me, putting my back against the wall. Within seconds, he was thrusting even harder than before. I felt like he was ripping me in half, yet all I could shout was, “More, more, more!”

The louder I shouted, the more he pounded his big, fat cock into me. With my legs wrapped around him, he moved farther back, plunging harder. It was like we consumed each other.

I had my hands diving through his hair, trying to make it known I was enjoying it. No, I wasn’t enjoying it—I loved it. With these thoughts running around my mind, my body shook, which could only mean climax number... oh, who cares? I had come so many times I lost count. He shot inside me like a ball of fire. We both smiled and laughed as I clung to the wall with sweat and gleeful tears poured out of my eyes.

He gently placed me on the bed and said, “I didn’t know you had so much energy. You’re always in your room, and when I look in at times, you’re sleeping.”

“I haven’t been sleeping. Just hiding.”

Thinking that he was a monster, one that would harm me. Yet somehow in the midst of it all, I’d soon realized if he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it by now. He didn’t want to, which was why he had rejected me when he could have fucked me before. He didn’t know, and everything I had craved, my secret fantasy, had been fulfilled. I couldn’t explain the joy inside of me right now.

It wasn’t the same when I found out I was going to college. No, back then I was just relieved I didn’t have to be in the house anymore with my father. If I’d been captured by him, he would have harmed me. There was no doubt in my mind about it. He was a monster. Even if Tomas had kidnapped me, something had changed between us, because I was no longer the one bullying him like I was back in Russia. I was younger than and more in control, or so I thought. Everything back then was a lie, because I acted as if I was the mafia princess and no one could touch me, or my dad would see to them until my dad taught me that it wasn’t the case. It wasn’t the case at all.