Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

C hantel

Sinful.

Bad girl.

Why yes, yes, I was.

The experience of being naked out in the open in a hot tub when soldiers were roaming the beach was at minimum decadent.

The warm water felt good against my tense muscles. Not too hot. Not too cool.

Just right.

I'd found fluffy oversized towels and two robes to match. They were positioned close, the heavy bubbles easily hiding my nakedness. However, if there was trouble, getting to one of the robes would take a few seconds.

Ah, what the heck. What was wrong with being the bad girl anyway?

Leaning back, I glanced up at the sky. In the city, all you could see was a glowing hue of neon when you looked up from the light pollution.

Stars.

I couldn't believe I'd been forced to wish on the stars. I had my head leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, the bubbles close to being violent. Oh, God. Now I was comparing the bubbles of a pleasurable object to something violent?

My head wasn't screwed on well enough.

I continued staring at the bright sky, trying to relax. I don't know why I thought I could. Whatever meeting Nikolay was going to tomorrow worried me. There was no reason for it to. He'd told me nothing and had acted as if it was simply a matter of business.

But my gut told me otherwise. Maybe I was making a mountain out of a molehill. Anything was possible at this point. Especially with my wild mind.

My mother would call it scattered.

I laughed until something made me stiffen. Jerking up, I spun around quickly, instantly fearful.

"Nikolay." I whispered his name, because of the strange look on his face. There was no way to explain the difference except his expression was much darker. As if something had occurred.

As if he'd learned something horrible.

He was just staring at me, his hands in his pockets. I could feel the vibrations humming along every inch of his body. Seconds later, a sweeping wave of electricity sparked desire, but whatever had happened, it sparked something much darker in him.

I moved to the edge, placing both my folded arms on the surface. He remained two feet away, his chest heaving. "Is something wrong? Is Damien okay?"

The silence was almost as terrifying as the look in his eyes. What the hell was going on?

"Nothing is wrong." The three words were dark, full of authority, and completely unlike before. So much different from his tone in the kitchen I was certain he believed I'd done something horrible.

"Then why…" I wasn't certain what I was asking.

"I need you. Now." As he ripped at his clothes, tossing his shoes and yanking off his shirt from the back of his neck, I stood in awe.

How could I not? He was a gorgeous specimen of a man, perfect in every way. I could watch him undress for days. When he'd tossed the final piece aside, I shifted all the way back to the other edge of the oversized tub. I had a feeling the man wasn't going to be interested in any foreplay.

He crouched down at the edge, cocking his head. His eyes shifted into more of a lust-filled look, but I had no doubt everything had changed.

His need to possess me was much more intense.

The moment he jumped into the water, I sucked in and held my breath. Where was he going with this?

He wasted no time pressing me against the side of the tub, wrapping one hand around my throat. It appeared he simply wanted to study me up close and personal, the slight pressure not enough to choke me at all but enough to remind me I belonged to him.

A dream come true.

Everything about his actions seemed to stay in slow motion. He lowered his head, his breathing as scalding on my skin as the water. He reeked of passion and testosterone, the feel of his body so damn good, I was more electrified than before.

The way he captured my mouth was breathtaking, another vibrant hit of stars floating across my field of vision. The man could easily steal my soul with such passion, such need.

He opened and closed my mouth with his, finally thrusting his tongue inside. I found myself sucking on it as I squirmed in his hold, able to grind my hips back and forth across his already hard cock.

I'd never had sex before in a hot tub, but there was no stopping the man. He was going to take what he wanted.

And likely more than once.

The kiss was powerful and full of wonderment, even promises for the future. But I continued not to allow myself to think about that. We were in the here and now. Tomorrow everything could change.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, still teasing him with my hips. Moans escaped my throat and he gobbled them up, the savagery of his needs increasing. He swept his tongue back and forth, as usual dominating mine. I didn't try to fight him. It was no use. I simply tangled my fingers in his hair, needing more of him to cling to.

He finally pulled his hand free of my throat, using both to lift me off my feet. Two seconds later, he drove the entire length of his cock deep inside.

The force was so incredible I involuntarily shoved my hand against his shoulder, breaking the kiss. As I gasped for air, every sound strangled, he started fucking me. Really fucking me. I was shocked how ruthless he was being, every brutal plunge driving me into the side.

His breathing was so labored that I wasn't certain he was physically okay. But as usual, I was proven wrong. The fucking continued, my body responding with tingles all over even in the hot water.

Somehow, he shifted the angle, his cock managing to hit my G-spot. I had never felt this before but the moment his cock sliced against it, I was thrown into a mind-bending orgasm.

I did what I could to muffle a scream, biting my lower lip. I could only imagine soldiers racing toward us, finding our crazed passion.

My vision was completely foggy, my thoughts jumbled, but I knew we were meant to be together. There was no doubt in my mind.

I finally gasped as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face. He was sweating, his animalistic sounds increasing. I wrapped my legs around him, which gave him even more control.

Seconds later, another powerful orgasm rushed up from my toes, tickling my senses until it was as if a fire had been started deep inside. Now breathing was next to impossible, but I wasn't worried.

I knew the crazed, amazing man would provide mouth to mouth if necessary.

"My very good girl," he breathed. "One I adore." He continued pumping as if his purpose was to drive me crazy.

And I loved it.

I noticed the difference in his tension, even his look turning darker. As his breathing became more labored, I could tell he was close to filling me with his seed.

I wasn't entirely a good girl, clenching my pussy muscles around his throbbing cock. He instantly responded, his body spasming just a little.

The eruption was met with a slight roar from his throat, his eyes finally clenching shut.

We had been destined for each other, the thought of spending the rest of my life with him spectacular, and as we spent more time together, I knew he would never let me go.

Amen.

Now Nikolay was deliberate in his actions.

He'd lifted me from the hot tub, immediately grabbing a towel in case there were prying eyes. His eyes never leaving mine, he eased the robe over my shoulders, his expression so dark I wasn't entirely certain what he was going to do.

After drying off and donning a robe himself, he instantly scooped me up in his arms, carrying me inside the house. The sexy Russian was completely ambidextrous, easily able to lock doors, check the communications system in his office, and take me up the stairs to his bedroom. He turned on the light on the nightstand, allowing a warm glow into the room. After that, he closed the blinds, glancing in my direction every time he did one of them.

There was no need to keep the door open, the baby monitor in place and working. We could tell by the little snores coming from Damien, which made both of us smile.

But within seconds, the man turned to all business again, gently untying and peeling off my robe. After allowing the soft terry to drop to the floor, he cupped both sides of my face. I could not believe his expression, the stern but passionate look. He was definitely all-consuming, his physique so impressive I couldn't help but be completely mesmerized by him.

He lowered his head, softly kissing my lips before dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. That was it. He took a step back, holding his index finger in front of my face, using it to trace lines, shifting down to the cleft between my breasts. After swirling the tip around one nipple, he pinched until I issued a ragged moan. As expected, he repeated it with the other hardened bud. That was it. He took a step back, still holding out his finger.

"Do not move."

His words were dominating, full of authority, and not to be ignored.

Of course, as soon as he walked into the bathroom, I couldn't help myself, my mischievous side erupting to the surface. I held back laughter, moving to the walk-in closet, finding a nice dark spot behind a long trench coat that was his. It was tough not to giggle like some kid.

I didn't hear anything for what seemed like ten minutes, although I sucked at telling time without a clock or my iPhone.

There was no indication he was anywhere close but when the door was suddenly thrown open, bright lights highlighting the expansive room, I shuddered all the way to my core.

And there he was, yanking the coat aside, his shoulders heaving as he uttered a series of deep growls. As before, he said nothing, merely tossing me over his shoulder. And I couldn't help but notice he'd grabbed a belt.

I kicked out, even pummeling my fists against his back, although I knew that was useless. Once inside the bathroom, I realized the water was running in the shower.

He wasted no time, daring to whistle as he placed me inside, the spray of heated water cascading down my hair and face. Who the heck whistled for something like this? He spun me around to face the gorgeous granite wall, taking his time.

When he yanked one of my arms over my head then the other, I had a feeling I was in for it and resisted laughing. He used the belt to secure my wrists, tugging after doing so.

I wasn't going anywhere.

There was no point in my saying anything, doing nothing more than trying to control my ragged breathing. At least he allowed me to see him undress so I could admire his muscular body all over again.

When he stepped inside, closing the glass door, he instantly brushed his hands down my back, allowing tingles to settle in.

"Good and bad," he said gruffly. "You are a dichotomy of delight."

I certainly hadn't been called that before.

He continued caressing, taking his time as he pressed kisses against the side of my neck. "Such a dirty little girl who needs to learn another lesson. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to torment your master?"

Why was it his words thrilled me so much? "I know how much you like it."

His chuckle was dark, just like I adored it. "And did you also know that water intensifies the pain of a spanking?"

Shit. I should have known the man was up to something. As usual, he certainly didn't provide me with an opportunity to say anything, bringing his big palm down on one side of my buttocks then the other. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know he was right. I was shocked at how the pain stole my breath, even though I knew it would be short-lived.

He continued the spanking, once again whistling as if he was having way too much fun with this. Truth be told, maybe so was I.

But I complained anyway. "Ouch. That burns."

"Yep. You'll need to remember that in the future." The cracks of his hand came fast and furious, his entire demeanor so controlling it was amazing.

I writhed and wiggled, doing everything I could to free my hands.

As if that was going to happen.

But I continued to twist and turn, likely arousing him even further.

I was right, his growls intensifying as much as the brutal crack of his hand. When he kneaded my bottom, I was thrown by the extensive level of heat.

My bottom burned, my mind spinning. This was very naughty.

Maybe he'd read my thoughts, another volley of savage cracks of his hand so forceful that my body swung on the makeshift bondage holder.

"Oh, you mean man." Of course I was wet and hot, my pussy throbbing. Beads of perspiration had already formed over my top lip, my panting more the cause than hot water.

Or the thought of hot sex.

"Mmm… I can smell the scent of your arousal. Delicious."

Every time he spoke, a series of vibrations skittered through my system. It was a beautiful, transcendent moment.

As soon as the savage round of discipline had begun, it was over.

But he wasn't finished with me yet.

Nikolay gripped both my hips, pulling me as far away from the shower wall as the harsh binding would allow. He would never be the kind of man to wait for anything, his patience level matching mine. As he thrust his cock inside, he yanked me onto my toes, both of us issuing strangled moans.

Every time he fucked me, the experience felt entirely different. This time was about possession, ownership. I closed my eyes as he pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again.

Between the heated water, the building steam, and the powerful passion from before, I could tell I was becoming exhausted. But that wasn't going to stop him.

Four deep plunges later, three cracks of his hand against my aching bottom and he pulled all the way out.

I could read the man's mind. There was no doubt what he was going to do.

As he slipped his cockhead into my dark channel, it was impossible not to tense.

"Relax, baby girl." He nipped my right earlobe, even sliding his tongue into the shell of my ear as he pushed several more inches inside.

The pain was not nearly as biting as the first time, my muscles relaxing quickly. It was as if I was accepting his full domination.

How could any intimacy or passion be better than this?

When he was fully seated inside, his body was shaking almost as much as mine.

" Polnoye sovershenstvo ."

I did so love when he spoke Russian. "What does that mean?"

He nipped my shoulder before answering. "Utter perfection."

I doubted I was perfect but when a hot man called you that, you didn't argue. We were both shivering but from wild white-hot heat, the electricity enough to light up a city.

Nikolay wasn't backing down, fucking me like a wild animal. It was joyous.

We were also both sweating, salty beads falling into my eyes. I had no chance of wiping them off, merely tipping my head so warm water could do it for me.

The sounds inside the dense space were marvelous, animalistic and guttural at the same time. I could easily fall into a hypnotized state.

But I sensed he wasn't going to allow it, shifting one hand around my hip and toying with my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing and within seconds, I was even more aroused, unable to stop a climax from exploding deep inside of me.

He took that opportunity or maybe he'd lost control, slamming into me three more times before filling my asshole with his seed.

After slowing his actions, he wrapped his arms around me and I felt completely satisfied, utterly relaxed, and…

Shit. I wasn't ready to admit it, even to myself, but there was no doubt I'd fallen in love.

I also had zero doubt that would be used against us.

Sometimes, I hated this life.