Chapter 10

Penny

I glared down the moment he pulled out his thick shaft, fisting the base. I was in another state of shock, although after what he'd done in the elevator, I wasn't certain why. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him, the man mesmerizing me. Maybe he was good at hypnotizing people too.

"What? What do you want me to do?" Was I seriously asking him that question? I wasn't stupid and he knew it.

He chuckled in that deep, sexy baritone of his. "I would think that's obvious, Penny. I want you to continue being a good girl and open your mouth."

I'd been right that he wanted my full surrender. The bastard had me at a disadvantage with my shorts and panties wrapped around my legs like shackles. My anger was raw, the hatred for him intense. I would escape the bastard the first chance I got. As God was my witness.

Sadly, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off his gorgeous, throbbing cock, flitting my eyes down far too many times as he continued stroking the base. It was a terrible giveaway that I was attracted to him.

"I'm not your prostitute. I was very clear," I told him, as if I could do anything to stop him.

"No, you're something altogether more incredible. But I was very clear as well, malyshka. I suggest you learn that being a good girl will go very far with me. Open your mouth."

I clamped it closed.

He shook his head, pinching my jaw between his strong fingers, pushing the tips into my cheeks until I had no choice but to open my mouth in a perfect circle. All the while he was coercing me his way into sucking his cock, my mouth and throat were watering.

My pussy was still wet, juice now trickling down both sides of my inner thighs, and I knew if I succumbed to my desire, I might fall completely into the bastard's clutches.

I slapped at his chest, which almost made me laugh from knowing how ridiculous it seemed.

"A bad girl in disguise." He tapped the tip against my jaw before shoving his cockhead into my mouth. As it pushed down on my tongue, I cinched my eyes shit, wanting nothing more than to bite down but I knew that wasn't a good idea.

He thrust the remainder inside and my eyes watered as I started to choke. However, I wasn't going to allow him to see that I was bothered in any way. Nope. It wasn't going to happen. He scooted closer to the edge of the seat, which pushed the tip all the way against my throat.

I didn't realize that I was swirling my tongue from side to side until he groaned in pleasure. He fisted my hair, no longer feeling the need to hold his cock in place. As he jutted his hips off the chair, impaling my mouth completely, I was stunned how much more the tangy taste of him turned me on.

How could an action so vile arouse me to this point?

Even the way my nipples were scraping against my shirt was ridiculous but added to the desire that continued to build. Now I was pressing my fingers into his thighs, wishing I could touch his skin. He had full control, pushing down my head so I was forced to swallow all of him and thrusting his hips up as if reminding me he'd laid claim.

I hadn't given a man a blowjob in so long, my jaws ached within seconds. That was also because Kraven's cock was huge. Monstrous. I couldn't image how it would stretch my pussy.

Oh, my. What the hell was wrong with my brain?

"Look at me when I fuck that perfect mouth of yours." His command sent an immediate wave of quivers all the way to my toes.

And I found myself obeying him. His eyes were truly beautiful creations, the ring of fire around them something I hadn't noticed before. Within seconds, my pussy walls were clenching and releasing, another wafting of my crazy desire for him getting in the way of rational thinking.

"That's it. You can be such a good girl when your mouth is full."

I had another urge to bite down with every ounce of my jaw strength but thought better of it. I was suddenly nothing more than his puppet, his fuck toy. He started thrusting hard and fast and I felt like a bobblehead doll, incapable of controlling my own actions.

Or desires.

The entire situation was far removed from anything I could have imagined, but I found myself kneading his thighs, even starting to enjoy his savage control over me. I did what I could to relax my throat although breathing was still difficult. He refused to stop going deeper, driving harder. Thankfully, I could tell he was close to coming.

I tried to work with what was happening, submitting to his needs, using my jaw muscles to suck hard.

He threw his head back, roaring like some wild animal. Seconds later, he jerked to a standing position, now gripping both sides of my head with his large hands, peering down at me as his chest rose and fell.

"Fuck. You're more than just good," he growled.

I was as lost in the intensity of his facial expressions as I was in the filthy actions but within a few seconds, I closed my eyes to pretend this was all a sweet fantasy.

When he finally erupted, I was shocked that I didn't gag, the taste of his cum much sweeter than I could have ever imagined. Before I knew it, I was sucking hard. In my mind I couldn't waste a single drop of something so precious.

"Yes. Yes. Take all of me. Swallow every drop of my cream, baby girl. After that, you'll lick me clean. Such a beautiful baby girl and all mine."

I was trying to remind myself this man was a monster, a murderer but I also sensed there was much more to him. Was it sick to want his praise as much as his searing touch? I wasn't certain of anything any longer.

While I continued swirling my tongue, he began to pull out an inch at a time, making good on my requirement to clean his cock. When he finally pulled out completely, his breath skipping as much as mine, he raked one hand through his now disheveled hair. "Yes, my very good girl."

He pulled me to a standing position and I was certain my legs would buckle. Before I could say anything, he captured my mouth just like he'd done before, only there was more of a sense of urgency in the passionate moment.

There wasn't a muscle in my body that wasn't tingling from his rough touch, the way he'd manhandled me. He was so powerful, much stronger than I had the ability to fight, yet I refused to accept some crazy willingness to succumb to his desires.

Or his requirements.

But still my heart was racing, my cells erupting from the firepower of heat, his skin searing mine. He was exploring my mouth as he'd done before, telling me in his terms he would take what he wanted. As the kiss became even more brutal, some level of common sense finally shifted into my mind. I pummeled my fists against him, but his body refused to budge, the damning kiss continuing for a full ten seconds longer.

The moment he pulled back a few inches, I hissed. I did everything I could to break free of his hold and this time he allowed me to do so.

Far too many seconds later, the ugly realization of just how vulnerable I was prompted me to jerk up my panties and shorts at the same time, fighting the tears that had no place in my ugly little world at the moment.

"Just let me go. Okay?" Apparently, I used the one voice that always got Remington's attention, the dog springing to life and literally jumping over the back of the couch to come to my defense.

A slight haze of shock tore through me the same way an ugly memory resurfaced. It was the one I'd told myself I never wanted to reminisce over again. It was the last time my puppy had taken it upon himself to protect me, the five-month-old fur bucket doing his best to imitate a huge German Shepherd.

He'd shocked Jake, especially when Remington had snapped his sharp teeth against the asshole's arm. It had been the one he'd been beating me with, my resolve finally breaking. That's what prompted the chain of events that would never leave the darkest regions of my mind.

It was the day I'd almost lost my beloved puppy, the bastard tossing him across the room, the bundle of fur slamming against the wall. It was also the day I'd almost lost my mind and my freedom, using everything I could consider a weapon to beat the son of a bitch with.

All the while I'd screamed and told him I hated him.

His roommate had finally pulled me off, the young man kind enough to drive me to the vet's office instead of caring for his asshole of a roomie. I'd wailed the entire time, my fluff ball remaining unconscious.

Maybe that's why when Remington lunged toward Kraven, the terrible moment from my past resurfaced, my reaction catching us both completely off guard. Everything seemed to happen so fast.

Kraven rearing back as if ready to strike the puppy.

My entire body stiffening.

Remington growling.

And the pummeling of my fists hard and fast against Kraven's face and any other place on his body I could get my hands on.

Then there was my shriek, the horror in my voice. "Don't you dare hurt my baby. He's been through too much. He just wants to protect me against predators. Don't. I'll kill you. I'll kill you!"

With my overwrought reaction, I expected him to punch me in return or worse, but never in my mind had I expected a man like Kraven to appear as if the entire situation not only shocked but bothered him. His features softened and I sensed he had no intention of lashing out at my beautiful pup. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against his chest. The moment was disarming, yanking some of the anger away.

But not the fear.

"Let me go. Let me go. Let me…" As he pressed my face into his shirt, I was forced to take a series of shallow breaths. I was hyperventilating, the panic remaining, and I continued fighting him as Remington whined, the obvious sounds of his thumping tail an indication he hadn't felt scared one tiny bit.

"I'm not going to let you go, ideal'naya penni." With that, he kissed the top of my head before lifting me into his muscular arms, cradling me against him as if I were his long-lost lover. I was shocked at his gentleness in the wake of my terrible reaction, curling my fingers around one edge of his shirt as he shifted around the coffee table, heading out of the room.

Remington dutifully followed, acting no worse for the wear because of his mommy's outburst.

Kraven seemed to know which bedroom I'd chosen, kicking it open without hesitating. He continued holding me as he moved the things I'd placed on the bed to the floor, finally jerking back the covers. He laid me down on the soft sheet, tenderly placing my legs under the covers and tugging them up to my chest.

Remington huffed and jumped on the bed beside me, immediately laying his soft head on my stomach.

The mystery man's eyes darted back and forth and he leaned over, rubbing strands of hair from my face before kissing my forehead. There was nothing sexual about his actions, just concern laced with being grateful.

"What little I told you about myself and my world is true, Penny. I'm a man to be feared, especially by anyone daring to cross me. But however badly you think of me because of being drawn into a nightmare, I will never hurt your sweet boy. I'm no monster."

He didn't ask me why I'd reacted so badly, didn't admonish me for my behavior. He simply took his time walking toward the door, flicking out the light. When he stood for a moment, gazing back at me, the strange pull to the man only increased. Maybe for the first time in far too long, I felt safe.

Yet I had no doubt the man was a monster, just in an entirely different way.