8. Alena

I've never seen Kristof like this before.

He's like an angry beast, seething at the seams and ready to rip apart the first person who looks at him wrong. I'm pretty sure it should scare me, but it doesn't. If anything, it's the most exhilarating thing I've witnessed.

Katja vanishes, and before I can fight it, Kristof drags me away from the heart of the club and storms like a bull toward some double doors at the back of the club. My arm throbs from the strength of his grip and anger licks at my thoughts. It can't be over. I don't want tonight to ever end, but especially not right now.

Alcohol, combined with Kristof's strength, makes my attempts to free myself almost impossible, but that doesn't stop me from struggling. Not until we reach a small, secluded room with black-and red- checkered walls. Black leather couches line the room, and I glimpse a sleek back table, but then the door slams behind me, and Kristof has all my attention.

Suddenly, he throws me backward, and I hit the wall with a thump. The impact shocks the air from my lungs, but there's no time to breathe. He's in my space, one arm above me on the door and his face so close that I can see all the speckles of color in his silver-gray eyes.

"How can you be so fucking stupid?" he snarls. "So reckless? Does your life mean nothing to you? What if someone had recognized you, huh? You're so drunk, you'd have walked willingly into the arms of someone who could have taken you, hurt you."

"I'm not drunk," I snap hotly as my heart pounds up into my throat. He's so close that my entire body aches. Grinding against that pole was erotic, and now Kristof, the man of my dreams, has me against the door.

What's a girl to do?

"You are. I can smell it on you," he hisses low. A pulse of excitement bursts through me and my core throbs almost painfully.

"So what if I had a few drinks? Anyone who found me would show me more attention than my own family, so I don't see a downside," I snap back.

"Alena, you're not this stupid. You could have been taken and used against your father."

"Fuck my father," I spit. "And my mother."

"You could have been used against me!" Kristof yells in my face, making me jump. "Did you even think of that?"

"Of course I did!" I yell back. Throwing both hands against his shoulders, I push him back as hard as I can. "That's all anyone ever thinks about. Just the family. What's good for the family, what's useful for the family, it's always about them. No one ever thinks about me! So yes, I fucking did something for myself!"

Kristof surges back against me, shoving me back against the door, and a new liquid heat curls through me like a flame.

"That is not true," he snarls. "You're just blind."

"Am I?" Trying to beat him at his own game, I shove forward, and suddenly, a hard ridge at his crotch presses against my hip. Something feral clicks in my mind.

Kristof is hard. His cock is so hard I can feel it through his jeans, and his breathing has dropped to low and heavy.

He's turned on… because of me? Because of the argument?

It's unclear, but I grasp that fact with both hands and shove at him again.

"I'm not blind enough to not know that you want me."

My words cause Kristof's eyes to flicker down my body momentarily.

"But," I continue, "you're too cowardly to do anything about it, so now I have to wait for Mikhail to experience what it will be like to be with a man!"

Kristof's hand flies out suddenly, and his palm strikes me across the face in a slap so hard that all thought shocks from my mind. The impact is sharp and firm, sending my head snapping to the side, but there's barely any pain.

He slapped me!

Suddenly, his hands are on me, rough and hard as he grabs my waist with one hand and the hem of my panties with the other. A squeal escapes me as he lifts me up like I'm utterly weightless, and the fabric of my panties bunches up against my pussy as he pulls at them. In one swift movement that sends a shock of pure pleasure through me when the tight fabric presses hard against my clit, Kristof rips my panties off my body and throws me down onto the nearest couch.

I bounce just once, and then he's on top of me, pinning my thighs apart with his strong hands, and his mouth collides firmly with my pussy. I yelp, but it falls on deaf ears and my entire world dips.

Never in my life have I felt this before, and now, without warning, Kristof's tongue is licking through my pussy like he's a man starved. It's wet and strange. His tongue is a pressure that shifts and moves with the curve of my body, and my initial reaction is to pull away from the touch, but he holds me in place with his hands curled tightly around my hips.

My mind races, thoughts jumbling together all at once.

Is this what it's supposed to feel like? I don't know what to do with my own body. Where do I put my hands? What if I don't taste right?

That thought dies as a feral, guttural moan rumbles from Kristof, and a shiver steals across my bare skin, causing a flush of goosebumps across my arms and legs.

His tongue presses flat against my clit, and a powerful pulse of pleasure crashes over me, colliding with the desire in my heart. Unsure where to touch, my hands finally drop to his hair and I grip the silky strands with as much strength as I can muster. His tongue is relentless, the pressure more than I expect, but it's impossible to focus on anything but each repeated stroke of his tongue.

He parts my outer pussy lips with his own lips, then glides his tongue back and forth so rapidly that I can barely follow the motion in my mind"s eye. A moan, deep and needy, rises from my chest, and my body bows like the snap of a bowstring.

It's incredible and too much all at the same time.

My cheek sings from the slap and my hips ache from the strength of his grip, as if one wrong move will snap me in half. Tension coils in my lower abdomen, a sensation I'm used to through pleasuring myself with my own fingers, but what I feel now doesn't compare. It's tight and hot, like Kristof is stoking a secret fire inside me that flickers and flares to his whim. I writhe back and forth, tossing my head against the seat and pulling at his hair as hard as I can when wave after wave of desire washes over me. He's playing me like an instrument, his tongue dancing across my pussy, and when he's not paying intense, pointed attention to my clit, his tongue dips into my entrance.

It's strange, and I want to pull away but at the same. This strange hunger rises inside me, and now I find myself trying to pull him closer. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, and the leather sticks to my oversensitive skin. I moan desperately, lips parted and panting as the pressure inside me builds and builds.

Then, for a split second, I'm on the edge, staring down into this bottomless abyss. Every muscle is so tight I can't breathe. My toes curl and my body shudders.

Then I come.

It hits like a truck, exploding through my body like a tingling wave washing from my inside to out. As I come, Kristof shoves a finger deep inside my pussy, and I cry out, my voice breaking. Pulse after pulse ripples through me, and I gasp for air as weakness enters my limbs.

That was an orgasm?

It's nothing compared to anything I've ever done by myself.

I take a breath, trying to gather my thoughts, but there isn't time. Kristof surges up with a growl, and his mouth collides passionately with mine. I can taste a sweetness on his lips and it clicks in my mind—that's my own sweetness.

His tongue shoves into my mouth, stealing what little air I have left. The rough drag of his denim crotch over my throbbing pussy is almost painful, and I whimper desperately. At some point, his shirt vanished, and when I clutch at his shoulders, there's only solid, bare muscle for me to stroke. His hands pull at my bra, snapping the straps and ripping it from my body with a flash of pain that soothes the moment he grabs my breasts. His rough, weapon-worn palms graze over my nipples as he gropes and pulls at my flesh, and his hips roll against me repeatedly.

He kisses me until my lungs burn, until the need to breathe becomes primal and I rip my mouth away from his. Kristof doesn't leave, though. He pinches my left nipple, and a sharp pain shoots through my body. His teeth graze my throat, dragging over my quivering pulse, and his other hand fumbles with his belt. Then his other hand closes over my throat and his thumb presses against my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.

His eyes are hollow, his pupils blown so dark with desire that his eyes are almost jet black. His lips are swollen and he licks his lips.

"I'm going to fuck you," he growls down at me, and a shiver sweeps down my spine. "Then tell me no one cares about you."

Suddenly, something soft and yet hard at the same time presses against my entrance. Instinct has me closing my thighs, but his broad hips are in the way, blocking me.

It's his cock. He's serious.

The sensible part of me rears up for a second, and I try to tell myself that this can't happen. He's my godfather. My father would kill us both. There's no way this can happen.

That part of me dies a swift death the second Kristof thrusts forward and a weak cry tears from my throat. The pressure of his cock entering me is more intense than I ever imagined. It's thicker than any of my fingers, and while his hips move slowly, the pressure is insistent. I gasp, as if his cock is pushing the air from my very lungs, and my fingertips turn to claws as I grip his shoulder.

Alcohol dulls the pain, and the lust beating wildly in my heart eases any wariness I have.

I want him.

I need him.

I want to be fucked and held and shown that I mean something, even if it's just once. Even for a moment.

Kristof grunts, and his gaze wavers as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. My pussy resists for a moment and my heart catches in my throat. Suddenly, Kristof slams his hips forward, and his cock shunts so deeply inside me that I can't breathe. In the same breath, his teeth sink into the juncture of my throat and shoulder and a scream tears from my throat.

Sharp pain lances through my core. I'm so full, it's like he's crawled inside me and taken up every available space. I can't breathe.

I can barely think.

Is this what it's supposed to feel like?

There's only a few seconds of pause, and then Kristof replaces his teeth with his hand, sealing around my throat like a collar. He stares down at me like a hungry beast, and I am his eager, desperately willing prey.

Then he begins to fuck me.

There's nothing gentle in his thrusts, no care for my virginity or my body. He's a feral beast, fucking into me with hard, brutal thrusts that would shunt me up the couch if not for the hand pinning my throat down. It's like he's trying to carve the perfect space inside me for his cock, and his cock alone.

And I love it.

What pain lingers from the initial intrusion begins to fade, and I'm overcome with a new pleasure that swells deep inside me. It floods through me like static as each thrust strokes against nerves I had no idea even existed inside me. Like fireworks, pleasure flares from my clit with every impact of his pelvis and from deep inside me as his cock pounds deep.

Kristof sinks down and kisses me hard, a clash of biting teeth and colliding tongues. He kisses like he fucks, like a beast determined to claim, and I drink it down like a drug. My body sings higher and higher, and the closer I get to orgasm, the tighter his hand constricts around my throat. Each breath drags up my throat, fucked out of me by Kristof whose hips move in a blur. He controls every inch of me.

And I love it.

Warmth sweeps up my spine, and my heart beats so fast it"s a blur. My core tightens, and the walls of my pussy lock down around his cock as if my body has a mind of its own, desperate to keep Kristof buried inside me. Distantly, I share that sentiment.

He growls against my lips, panting heavily, and I drag my nails down his shoulders, drawing a pleased hiss from his lips. It's pleasure and punishment all wrapped up together.

My back bows into him, closing what minuscule gap exists between us, and I wind my arms around his neck, clutching him close. He breaks the kiss, and I draw in a tight breath. His teeth latch onto my shoulder, and then he bites down hard.

Flesh breaks, pain flushes through my shoulder, and lightheaded from a lack of air, I come suddenly like I've been shot. It's sharp and powerful, shooting through my body, and every nerve burns.

It's so intense that my eyes roll back in my head.

I can't think.

I can't breathe.

I can't move.

There's nothing but ecstasy.

This is heaven.