Chapter 5

5

NIKOLAI

T he night I've planned for Gwen is perfect. She's perfect. My perfect little virgin.

How the hell did a girl this beautiful, with that mouth and a knack for drawing in danger, stay a virgin for so fucking long? Maybe that's why she has that type of mouth on her. No one has taught her how to properly use it.

I would teach her all the ways to properly use that lethal tongue of hers. My cock throbbed just at the thought. Fuck, it's been so long since I've wanted someone so bad. She was so tight while I was fucking her with my fingers and so beautiful as she came apart. When I have her on my cock later, she is going to feel fucking divine, because she will be mine, all mine.

As we leave the restaurant, I can't help but steal glances at her. The soft glow of the streetlights catches in the curls of her hair, illuminating her features in a way that takes my breath away. I've met countless beautiful women in my line of work, but Gwen? She's in a league of her own, even with her hair a little frizzy from the sweat of her cumming. She looks fucking radiant and sexy with the smell of sex on her.

I open the passenger side to my car. Her eyes beam a bright gold as she slides in and I run to enter the driver's side.

"So, Mr. Mysterious," she says, a playful lilt in her voice. "What's next on this grand tour of yours?"

"How do you feel about dancing?"

"Dancing?" She giggles.

"Yeah, a little jazz club on Wilson."

Gwen, with those mesmerizing hazel eyes, leans over, her hand lightly grazing the curve of my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "I like dancing, but I thought after what you did in the restaurant, you would want me all to yourself."

Her other hand glides across my thigh, edging ever closer to the growing bulge in my pants. "There will be more than enough time for that after?—"

Before I could finish, Gwen's hand strokes the bulge in my jeans. I suck in a sharp breath, my grip on the steering wheel tightening. The car swerves slightly, caught off guard by the sudden surge of adrenaline.

"Gwen, what are you doing?" I speak through my gritted teeth.

"Just repaying the favor for earlier," she whispers, her hand firmly in place.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on the road as she teases me. My little hell cat giving me a taste of my own medicine, and it is fucking delicious. She cautiously zips down my pants and pulls out my throbbing cock .

"Do you even know what you're doing, Kotik?" I tease.

Her hand can barely fit around my cock, a scoff escaping her lips. "Nik, that is not going to fit…anywhere."

I chuckle, one hand curling up the side of her face and running across her jaw. "Don't worry, Kotik. You were made for me."

My fingertips massage the back of her head. Her fingers grip tight around me, but it is nothing compared to her mouth wrapping around me. Shit, she's so warm. So wet. So fucking made for me.

Gwen's lips envelop me, causing me to grip the steering wheel tightly as the city becomes a blur of lights and sounds around us like a kaleidoscope. "God," I hissed, quickly changing lanes to exit the highway.

Her lips are dangerously soft, her tongue teasing and tormenting in equal measure. I bite back a groan, my hands trembling on the wheel as I navigate the chaotic streets.

"Fuck, Gwen," I manage to gasp, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine and the distant honks of traffic.

She pulls back, her eyes locking onto mine, a sexy smirk on her lips, and for a moment, everything else fades away. I can't remember when a woman made me feel like this. "Change of plans," I say, my voice steady despite the lazy stroking of her hand. "We're going to my hotel."

Gwen's lips curve into a knowing smile, her hand still working its magic as she leans back in her seat and spreads her legs. Her eyes never leave mine.

I speed up the car, weaving through traffic as I try to make it to my hotel before I bust. Her strokes come in slow, and she squeezes the base of my cock. I damn near see fucking stars. I grab Gwen's wrist. Her eyes bulge, but I ease her nerves by kissing her palm. "When I cum, it will be in your pretty little pussy, understand?"

Gwen bites her glossy lips, a shit-eating smile spreading across them. "Yes, sir," she teases.

"Kotik, don't test me," I growl, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

The car's engine roars as I push it to its limits; every second feels like an eternity. The anticipation is killing me - the thought of having Gwen writhing beneath me, desperate for my touch - I could hardly fucking contain myself.

She sits next to me, her hands roaming over her body, over the curve of her breast, down her stomach, and hovering over her soaked panties. "Gwen, if you touch yourself, you will be over my knee the minute we get upstairs," I growl, and she giggles.

This fucking girl laughs in my face after watching me cut off a man's pinky when most men, without seeing what I am truly capable of, fall to their knees and stutter, but Gwen? She openly defies me and thinks my anger is laughable.

"Promise, cutie?" she moans, her fingers rubbing her slit through her panties. Her eyes light up before becoming hooded. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath growing heavier with each pass of her thumb over her clit.

I park my car outside the dimly lit hotel. My breathing becomes heavier by the second as I cut off the engine and look over at Gwen teasing herself. My hand itches to be on her body. I watch her rub her pointer over her folds, and she sucks the bottom lip I want in my mouth into hers .

Her lips part and a small whimper escapes them. I curl my hands into a fist to stop myself from running my hands through her hair. Her eyes land on mine, a fury of desire from the edging she keeps doing to herself. I look at the valet attendant, who is contemplating whether or not he should knock on my window to take my keys, and signal for him to come closer.

"Nik?" she sings. Her other hand follows the curves up her body, but I grab her wrist before she can cup her breast.

I whisper between heavy breaths, "Do you have a safe word, Kotik?"

Finally, she sits up and stops rubbing her fingers over her pussy. Thank God. "A safe word?"

My lips curve into a smile. "A word that will make me stop, no matter what."

"Umm. No, I don't have one. Do I need one?"

"With you," my eyes outline the curves of her body, "looking like that. Yeah, you need a safe word."

She takes a deep breath, looking around, but her gaze avoids mine. My thumb runs along the side of her wrist, and I try to gently talk, but her nickname comes out like a growl, "Kotik."

"I'm thinking." She places her other hand flat on her thigh, pressing her fingertips into the fabric of her dress. I watch her for a moment, focusing on the flex of her hand and my deep breaths. "Okay," she whispers, "Pickles."

"Pickles?" I smirk.

"I hate them. They gross me out so…I would never think about them during," she shrugs, her ears turning bright red as she points between the two of us, "ya' know. "

Her innocence, the way she acts as if she wasn't cursing me out ten minutes ago or didn't threaten a man's life with a broken bottle a day ago, turns me on so much my cock beads with precum. This girl with her naughty mouth and need to be corrupted will be the fucking end of me, I swear.

I tuck my cock back into my pants. "Go to the penthouse."

"What? You're not coming with me?"

Her eyebrows furrow, and her bottom lip slides from between her teeth into a pout. Jesus Christ, what is she doing to me? I release her wrist and dig my nails into the palm of my hand to keep myself from dragging her over the middle console onto my lap and bite her lip until she screams.

"Nik?" she snaps.

I take out my phone and text security that a girl with big black curls and a sparkle dress will be rushing inside and under no circumstance should anyone stop her.

"You need to make your way upstairs before I fuck you in this car and then kill that valet boy for seeing you naked. Is that what you want, Gwen? You want me to take your virginity on top of a fucking corpse?"

Her body goes bone straight, her eyes wide like a doe, and she slowly shakes her head no, reaching to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Good girl." I lean back, crossing my hands over the painful tent of my cock and close my eyes. "Now run your little ass all the way to the top. Don't let me catch you."