Chapter 7

7

GWEN

" I t should be a crime to cover up your body," I whisper, my hands running down his abs, stroking at the dark ink patterns.

"I know it's a crime to cover yours."

"Who says?" I giggle, pulling Nik closer from his crouching position, my hands gently scratching the scalp I just shampooed.

"Me." We kiss and he slowly dips one finger into my silky wetness. "Kotik, you ready for me?"

"Damn right, I'm ready," I breathe into his ear, making my voice a silky whisper. It's part truth and part lie. The truth is I want him. The lie is I don't think his thick cock would fit. I can barely wrap a hand around it. That monster of a cock is going to split me in half. I can't fucking wait.

Nik slowly pushes himself into me, my back arching.

Shit. I knew it. Death by dick. I guess the last 24 years were great. Nice knowing you, world. My voice sounds like it's coming from underwater. "Oh, oh God. Nik?—"

"You're taking me like such a good girl, Gwen," he whispers into my ear.

I stare into his glossy and unreadable eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly. He's holding back for me. The sight of such a powerful man trying to not hurt me causes me to shudder. I want to tease him, but no words come out.

"What? My dirty-mouthed girl doesn't have anything to say?"

Inch by inch, he pushes into me. "Fuck me," I gasp, feeling restless.

I hear the smack more than I feel it on my ass, every nerve still alight on my pussy. I tighten reflexively around him. "You can be nicer than that Kotik."

"Nik." I try to move, but Nik's large hand comes down to rest on my ass, forcing me to stay perched on his cock. I push against him, only to be met with another smack on my ass. "Nik, please. Please. Fuck me."

"Well, since you said please."

He gently presses his lips against mine and slowly pulls out to the tip, only to catch me off guard again. He slams himself back into me, previous gentleness non-existent. My nails sink into his back as he begins to fuck me in earnest, sinking deeper with every stroke.

"Nik, don't stop. Right there."

He continues to pummel my pussy relentlessly, and my body arches to meet his. The hotel bed creaks in rhythm. He's so fucking good at this. I've heard of stories of men being too timid, leaving my friends unsatisfied. But Nik was going at it, no-holds barred. He steadies himself against my waist and picks up the pace as if he can't help himself.

"You feel so good, baby."

I watch my pussy stretch and swallow his length. It's still not enough. I need a stronger sensation. I want to drown so deep in him that I would refuse a lifeboat. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me.

"Fuck, that's right, milk me dry."

I gasp, my body trembling involuntarily beneath him. "Nik, I'm so close, please."

My fingernails dig into his warm skin. "Good girl, mark me, Kotik."

He slaps my ass again, and I let out a moan. Embarrassed by how much I like the sensation, my face digs into the crook of his neck. He pumps in and out with no mercy. I feel a coil tighten in my stomach. His blue eyes are looking at me, and I let go, the knot coming undone with feral screams of pleasure.

"I'm not done, baby," he whispers; slowly, he pulls out, and I whimper, overstimulated. His strong arms spin me around, pushing me onto my knees, ass in the air, head lowered on the bed. He gives it a squeeze and I hope it leaves a mark. "You have the most perfect ass, Kotik. Did you know that?"

I moan, positioning myself on all fours. "You're gonna need more than a dinner at some fancy Italian restaurant to fuck me in the ass, Nik."

He kisses my reddening cheeks as I turn my upper half to see him stroking his cock. "I am perfectly fine with this glistening pussy right here." He thrusts inside with no precursor this time. "I want you to know that this is my pussy, and I say what happens to this pussy. Right, Gwen?"

My moans grow even more wrecked, increasing in volume. I turn to jelly against his touch as he pinches my tortured clit. "Nik!" I whimper.

"Right, Kotik? This pussy is mine." I clench around him in an attempt to gain the upper hand again. He responds with longer strokes that turn my brain to mush.

"Yes. Yes. This pussy is yours," I whine. He resumes rubbing my clit as I hop up and down on his cock, his deft fingers meeting me with every thrust.

My moans become more broken and incoherent. The scent of my arousal fills the air, a heady mix of sweat and desire. Between my babbling, I manage one sentence: "Nik," I gasp, "I'm going to cum. Fuck. I'm going to-"

"Not till I say you can." He growls and suddenly pulls out of me, and I swear I want to scream. But before I can think of anything to say, he picks me up like I weigh nothing and flips onto my back…

Instinctively I let my thighs open, and reach for his arms, "Nik please…" I whine desperate for him to fill me. He lets out a low rumble that sounds like a mix of a growl and laughter lighting every inch of me on fire. Keeping his eyes on mine, his hand slides between my folds and I can't help but tilt my pelvis up, silently begging for him to be inside me.

"Fucking beautiful, Kotik," he leans down and nuzzles my neck whispering in Russian, as he peppers kisses along the curve of my neck. My pussy clenches under his touch, begging for more attention, and like always he reads my mind ramming into me giving me what I want. Giving me what I need. I scream so loud I'm sure the entire building can hear me.

"Nik please…" I gasp. "Please…I, I need to…"

"What do you need Kotik?" He whispers into my ear between long deep thrusts.

Before I can respond, Nik's mouth finds my collarbone and he bites me gently. His other hand pins my hips in place leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around him taking him deeper inside me.

He speeds up the ministrations on my clit. "Cum for me, Kotik. Cum for me." His cock pounds into me. My body offers no resistance this time, completely enraptured by Nik. I attempt burying my face into his chest.

"No. You look at me when you cum."

I swear it's his eyes that do me in. Those damn blue eyes. I convulse against him, bringing him over the cliff with me this time.

The only sound in the room is our labored panting. After a while, he slowly pulls out of me, his cum dripping out of me on the sheets. I pout at the emptiness he's left me with.

"Nik?" I whimper as he rubs my ass idly.

"Yes, Kotik?"

"We have to do that again."

"You read my mind, Kotik. Give me ten."

I awake to Nik's soft snores. He looks younger when he sleeps, the rays of the morning kissing the stress of the world from his brows.

Nik and I went for two more rounds after the first, collapsing on each other out of exhaustion. It was amazing sex. Maybe even the best sex I'll ever have. I smooth his hair back, and he nuzzles into my hand, moving closer to me.

I could stay here looking at him like this for hours. I could get used to waking up next to his soft blue eyes and hearing the rasp of his voice in the morning, but I can't. It's probably around 6 a.m. and I need to go before he wakes up. If he still wants me in the daylight, then I will never leave.

I would be in love if I wasn't already. But my life doesn't fit into Nikolai's. I have debt from my father. I can't leave my nana alone to follow him. I want to go back to law school and get my degree from Georgetown. I mean this time I might not be top of the class, but I would be achieving my dreams. Dreams that have to wait for Papa's debt to be paid off, and despite the power Nikolai seems to have, Mason runs DC. If Mason found out I was with Nik, he would do worse than cut off a pinky. Probably cut off his head and make me watch.

A shiver runs up my spine as the image of a decapitated Nik flashes across my eyes. No, I can't do that to him, not when he would be the closest thing I will ever have to a love story. I grab a dress shirt out of his closet, my phone off the floor, and the shreds of my dress from last night. The soft fabric of his button-up makes me quiver, and I inhale the familiar musky, wood scent of Nikolai.

I freeze when Nik rolls over onto his back, deciding it is better for me to just grab my shoes and abandon my underwear, because it's not like it's intact anyway. On my tip-toes, I make my way out of his penthouse, closing the door lightly behind, thinking I made it out safe when a throat clears next to me.

"Oh my god!" I grab my chest and scowl at the security guard eyeing me. "You scared me."

"Ma'am, does Mr.Petrov know you are stealing his clothes as you leave?" he asks me, bored, as he glances over my clothing.

"I don't think he will mind," I say, rubbing the cuff of his shirt between my thumb and forefinger.

"Should I wake him up and check?"

The guard shifts to open up the door, and I launch myself at him, grabbing his forearm. If he wakes Nik, I know I won't be able to leave. One look. One word in that panty dropping accent would make me fold, and I would never leave his arms again.

"Wait, look." I show him the shredded pieces of my dress. "Surely he won't miss one shirt. I mean look at what he did to my dress!"

He eyes the pieces of fabric and smirks. "Seems like a good fuck to me."

"Fuck off," I snap, taking a step back from him. "Look, I have to go. I wouldn't steal his shirt if he left me anything to wear, okay?"

The guard takes a deep breath and rubs the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Fine."

"Thank you," I huff, and scurry to the elevator, entering the doors as soon as they open. When the guard keeps staring at me, I give him a small wave and a wide smile. He just nods, staring forward. Once the doors close, I lean against the furthest wall and take a deep breath .

I can't believe I am doing the walk of shame after a night with Nikolai. I want to go back upstairs. I want to wake him up with a kiss. I want his hands on my body the way they were last night. Shit, I just want him, but I can't have him. I can't make his life ten times more complicated. I can't force him to be with me. It doesn't matter anyway; men like Nik meet women like me everyday. He'll forget about me soon enough.

The doors open, and to my delight, I don't see anyone immediately. I press my phone power button to order a cab, but the thing is so dead the dead battery alert won't even pop up. I huff, running my hand through the mess of my hair as I look around.

"Are you alright, ma'am? Do you need me to call someone?" A warm voice breaks me out of my panic, and I look back with a sheepish grin on my face. It's a woman with big red hair, brown eyes, and a hotel uniform on.

"Uh, yes… Can you order me a cab?"

"Sure thing." She beams. "Who were you rooming with? Or what room number are you?"

"Oh," I wave my hand, "that doesn't matter."

"Oh well, since our residents are wealthier, sometimes they bring their…unsavory business home. We have a service that brings people…like you home in the morning." The lady leans in across the counter a little. "We will even give you coffee and a pastry."

This realization hits me like a bat to the head. Nikolai is used to handing out exorbitant meals at Italian restaurants and getting girls to come home with him. Last night was like any other night for him, and I as I hoped wasn't special, so why does knowing I'm not special hurt? "Nikolai Petrov…the penthouse."

"Oh! You go, girl! You got the owner of the hotel. I've seen him. He is so hot." She wiggles her eyebrows and licks her lips. "With looks like that, he has to be the best in bed. Tell me he is the best in bed!"

"One of the best." I grin. Probably the best I'll ever have. The woman fans her face as she types and my stomach drops as I think about the amount of women Nik has probably wined, dined, fucked and said nasty things to before me and the thousands that will come after.

"Okay! So your cab is out front. He will take you to get breakfast and then take you home." She smiles and I wince under the happiness she cascades over me. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Yes, can I leave Nikolai a note?" I ask.

"Of course." She smiles and grabs me a pen and paper. I take it from her and lean against the counter as I write out the note that will protect my heart.

Nik. I'm sorry. I can't see you again.