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Authors: Kresley Cole
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she could catch her breath, she raised her face, parting her lips to ask—
“Again.”
She moaned, unable to release his belt as she twitched and swayed on her knees, brushing her breasts frantically against his legs. “Stop, please…” She pressed her face against his huge shaft, needing it, her body squeezing only emptiness. She ran her mouth over it even as she begged him to stop. Though she’d hurt him, he was recovering right beneath her lips.
“Come harder.”
To her shame, she did, arching her back and crying out, opening her knees and undulating her hips for him to come fill her.
As the waves of pleasure relented, she dimly perceived him scooping her up into his arms. She was limp, disbelieving, yet every nerve was on fire. There was blackness, dizziness, and then she was in a new place, in a dark paneled study.
He set her to her feet, but she’d gone boneless from his orders and from…tracing?
In a tremulous voice, she asked, “Where am I?”
He held her until she was steady, then crossed to open a small wall safe. He tossed the chain in and shut the door. “You’re at Blachmount, my manor in Eesti. This, Myst, is your new home.”
Her lips parted in shock. “You can’t just keep me here—”
“Apparently I can do anything I want where you’re concerned. This is where you’ll stay and where I’m going to show you all the mercy you showed me.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Listen carefully. This safe is unbreakable and you will never, never touch the lock. You’ll never try to deduce the combination or garner it from me. Do you understand? Answer me.”
“Y-yes.”
He strode to her, clutched her arm and traced them into what looked like a bedroom. A vampire’s lair. With the bed in the corner on the floor as they preferred. She shivered, knowing she was well and truly screwed in every possible sense.
“Undress,” Nikolai ordered from the shower.
Her shock had been quickly replaced by rancor, and she glared before obeying. He didn’t care. Watching her yanking her clothes off in the steamy bathroom was like witnessing a gift unwrapped.
He stood under the pounding water, his body healing at a rate he’d never imagined. He’d taken a blow from her that would’ve crippled him for days in the past, and yet he was already hard for her again. In fact, his pain had been the only thing that had kept him from covering her in the courtyard and plunging into her as she writhed from her orgasm, her eyes firing silver with pleasure. Now nothing would spare her.
When she was completely naked, he stared at those plump breasts that had haunted him, his mouth watering at the thatch of auburn curls between her legs. What to make her do? The possibilities were endless. He could tell her to take him into her mouth and see how many times she could make his cock rise under her tongue. He could force her to beg to do it, to beg for him shoved inside her. After these last long years of agony, and now to have such a gift as this chain…
If Wroth had a sense of humor, he might have laughed.
He didn’t understand the chain’s power, only knew that it was absolute over her. He wasn’t one to mull over its origin. If he spent time questioning every new development in his life for the last centuries, he’d have gone mad. It was a tool he needed. Simple enough.
He’d decided to bury the past, but tonight he’d realized she was too wild and too vicious to accept him. She’d proven she was just as his dreams told him. With this mysterious chain, could he make her a biddable wife, in his life—and in his bed?
Earlier, he’d been very conscious of her reaction as she came. She’d rubbed her face against his cock, wanting it. In an alley, with his clothes on, having just had his manhood battered, he hadn’t been able to fully capitalize on her need. But in the shower…?
“Join me, Bride.”
She was compelled to, though she had an expression of disgust on her face. “You
“Again.”
She moaned, unable to release his belt as she twitched and swayed on her knees, brushing her breasts frantically against his legs. “Stop, please…” She pressed her face against his huge shaft, needing it, her body squeezing only emptiness. She ran her mouth over it even as she begged him to stop. Though she’d hurt him, he was recovering right beneath her lips.
“Come harder.”
To her shame, she did, arching her back and crying out, opening her knees and undulating her hips for him to come fill her.
As the waves of pleasure relented, she dimly perceived him scooping her up into his arms. She was limp, disbelieving, yet every nerve was on fire. There was blackness, dizziness, and then she was in a new place, in a dark paneled study.
He set her to her feet, but she’d gone boneless from his orders and from…tracing?
In a tremulous voice, she asked, “Where am I?”
He held her until she was steady, then crossed to open a small wall safe. He tossed the chain in and shut the door. “You’re at Blachmount, my manor in Eesti. This, Myst, is your new home.”
Her lips parted in shock. “You can’t just keep me here—”
“Apparently I can do anything I want where you’re concerned. This is where you’ll stay and where I’m going to show you all the mercy you showed me.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Listen carefully. This safe is unbreakable and you will never, never touch the lock. You’ll never try to deduce the combination or garner it from me. Do you understand? Answer me.”
“Y-yes.”
He strode to her, clutched her arm and traced them into what looked like a bedroom. A vampire’s lair. With the bed in the corner on the floor as they preferred. She shivered, knowing she was well and truly screwed in every possible sense.
“Undress,” Nikolai ordered from the shower.
Her shock had been quickly replaced by rancor, and she glared before obeying. He didn’t care. Watching her yanking her clothes off in the steamy bathroom was like witnessing a gift unwrapped.
He stood under the pounding water, his body healing at a rate he’d never imagined. He’d taken a blow from her that would’ve crippled him for days in the past, and yet he was already hard for her again. In fact, his pain had been the only thing that had kept him from covering her in the courtyard and plunging into her as she writhed from her orgasm, her eyes firing silver with pleasure. Now nothing would spare her.
When she was completely naked, he stared at those plump breasts that had haunted him, his mouth watering at the thatch of auburn curls between her legs. What to make her do? The possibilities were endless. He could tell her to take him into her mouth and see how many times she could make his cock rise under her tongue. He could force her to beg to do it, to beg for him shoved inside her. After these last long years of agony, and now to have such a gift as this chain…
If Wroth had a sense of humor, he might have laughed.
He didn’t understand the chain’s power, only knew that it was absolute over her. He wasn’t one to mull over its origin. If he spent time questioning every new development in his life for the last centuries, he’d have gone mad. It was a tool he needed. Simple enough.
He’d decided to bury the past, but tonight he’d realized she was too wild and too vicious to accept him. She’d proven she was just as his dreams told him. With this mysterious chain, could he make her a biddable wife, in his life—and in his bed?
Earlier, he’d been very conscious of her reaction as she came. She’d rubbed her face against his cock, wanting it. In an alley, with his clothes on, having just had his manhood battered, he hadn’t been able to fully capitalize on her need. But in the shower…?
“Join me, Bride.”
She was compelled to, though she had an expression of disgust on her face. “You
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