Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

C aroline

"The man will destroy you. He doesn't deserve you."

"You're wrong. I know him," I huffed, barely finding my voice.

"Yeah? Why don't you ask him what he did to his wife?" He laughed and dragged me down the stairs, the sound of his horrible voice echoing.

One I would never forget.

I jerked up, terror racing through me. Darkness. Oh, God, there was total darkness all around me. I felt suffocated, clawing my neck. The bastard who'd kidnapped me had laughed as he'd whispered that into my ear. What was happening? Where was I?

Close to hyperventilating, it took me several seconds for my eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. I'd been saved. I'd been rescued by Vadim. I was…

Safe.

As my breathing started to calm, I folded my arms over my naked chest, slowly turning my head. He was still here. My hero. My… lover.

The man who'd told me he owned me.

That was almost as shocking as what had occurred earlier. He appeared to be sleeping, the limited light from the moon allowing me to see the rise and fall of his chest. I longed to reach out, to stroke his skin but I dared not wake him. He was hurt and yet so damn stubborn.

But the time we'd shared had been unexpected, the beauty of our passion something I would never have believed I'd want. But now? I wasn't certain I could see living without him. It was a crazy thought really. I'd never wanted this life. Sofiya had told me enough that I'd promised myself I would never be trapped in something so horrible.

Vadim was a brutal man, powerful in every way. There was no way of sugarcoating his horrible deeds or his lust for blood. He was a murderer. But violence encompassed his world. Did that mean he shouldn't have a normal life aside from the business he'd been born into? He'd done everything to make his two daughters' lives richer, wanting for nothing while giving them a sense of purpose.

Maybe I was one of the few who'd been allowed to see his soft underbelly.

Maybe I was dreaming that what we were sharing was more than what it really was.

As my kidnapper's ugly words filtered back into my mind, I shifted into trying to remember what Sofiya had told me about her mother's death.

Very little.

At first, I'd believed her mother had died in childbirth but that wasn't the case. There was a gorgeous photograph of her mom holding her when she was a baby.

The woman had seemed so happy.

Later, Sofiya had said something that I found difficult to remember. Something about… An enemy. Was it possible one of Vadim's enemies had taken the woman's life? The thought made me shudder, but it was the assailant's accusation that left me cold inside.

I glanced in Vadim's direction again, daring to brush a strand of hair from his face. He muttered softly and his lips were far too inviting. Plus, I did adore teasing him. Maybe a bit too much. I pulled my hair behind my shoulders, trying to keep loose strands from tickling him as I leaned over, lightly brushing my lips across his.

He didn't budge, not a single muscle.

I repeated the action, stifling a giggle. He'd made me sore and happy, but my desire was already escalating again.

The fact the man had been rough enough to rip off my panties was every girl's dream. If any woman dared tell me otherwise, I'd laugh in her face. It was like the heroes in the romance novels, the bad boys who were redeemed, falling for the single woman who could keep them grounded and happy.

When he still didn't stir, I pulled back the sheet, taking a deep breath. What was the saying I'd heard from the past? The man was built like a brick shithouse? Oh, and then some. Holy cow, he was so muscular all over. While the almost nonexistent light couldn't do his magnificent physique justice, I was still able to bask in his ruggedness.

Alternating between watching what I was doing and seeing if I'd awakened him, I allowed myself to play, barely touching him as I brushed my finger down from his ear to his chest. He had the broadest shoulders of any man I'd seen, especially up close. To think he could be mine was…

Unfathomable.

Was it possible?

Well, if this was a dream, so be it.

I continued enjoying myself, circling his bellybutton and inching down further. There was something so very sexy about the fluffy hair surrounding a man's cock. It was a thing of beauty and I found myself holding my breath. The thought of having a man's cock in my mouth had never made it water before. I could remember when I'd thought the concept disgusting. But with him, anything was possible.

Anything.

And more important, I was willing to surrender to anything he wanted as well.

After darting my eyes toward his face, I carefully widened his knees, mindful of his injured leg. I couldn't imagine what kind of pain he was experiencing. As I crawled in between, he finally shifted, moaning something in his sleep.

A part of me had thought the man never slept, potentially was a vampire. Watching him remain relaxed made me feel good, as if our connection was strong and right.

I returned to my delicious tormenting of him, running my index finger around his cockhead. Immediately it twitched, already becoming hard. Dear God, my mouth was watering. I wasn't going to be able to keep from tasting him. But I played for another full minute, running my finger through his coarse hair, raking my nail down the length of his shaft to his thick balls.

For some reason, I'd always thought of a man's testicles as being smaller, but his were huge, heavy with seed.

I wanted him to fill my mouth and throat with cum. The thought was freeing, something I could never admit to anyone.

Biting back a giggle, I brushed my finger around one testicle then the other before rolling them between my fingers. I smiled as his body tensed.

I was more than enthused, just as aroused as the man.

I finally couldn't stand the torment for myself any longer, wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft and holding it completely aloft. The feel of having it pulse in my hand was amazing. I stroked him up and down slowly, forced to take shallow breaths as the excitement continued to build. Could I fuck this man while he was completely asleep? Was that considered taking him without permission? Hmmm…

A slight moan bubbled to the surface as I lowered my head, finally darting my tongue back and forth across his sensitive slit.

Vadim stirred slightly but I was shocked I hadn't awakened him. Maybe I wasn't doing this right.

I licked all the way down the underside of his shaft, dragging my tongue around one ball before sucking on the other. His scent was musky, the taste tangy, and my mind was blown by how amazing this was. Did he have any way of knowing what he was doing to me, asleep or otherwise? I had a feeling he did and loved every minute of the complete control.

But for now, he was all mine to do with what I pleased.

I decided to take advantage of that, taking my time savoring the flavor and the way his body responded even in slumber. I allowed my tongue to zig and zag across his shaft, his cock now fully engorged. When I reached the tip again, there was no holding back. I engulfed the entire cockhead, using my strong jaw muscles to suck fervently.

He finally issued a single moan, but nothing after that. Was it possible he could sleep through this? Maybe my technique was off.

But I wasn't done yet. I took more of his cock inside my mouth, sucking as I swirled my tongue back and forth. The taste was stronger than before, fueling my senses. He was still not stirring so I closed my eyes, taking the time to improve my technique. As I started going up and down on his thickness, he throbbed more, his cock increasing in size. Was that even possible?

I squeezed my mouth muscles, clamping around his shaft as my pussy muscles usually did. This was sweet and amazing and I couldn't seem to stop, taking more and more. When the tip hit the back of my throat, I pushed harder until my lower lip was positioned on his balls.

A slight gag almost erupted from my throat, but I squelched it, relaxing my throat and going up and down like some pro. Ha. That would never be me.

I was completely enjoying myself, so much so it took a few seconds for me to realize I was being watched. As I pulled off his cock until I was able to glance at his face, I realized the man was smiling.

Without hesitation, I whipped his shaft from my mouth, blowing across the tip as I glared at him. "You've been playing me."

"You were having a good time. Who was I to interrupt." His growl was intense.

I wasn't given time to yelp, roar, or anything else. He jerked me up with such expertise I was instantly driven into a fog.

When he planted my pussy directly over his face, I laughed nervously. "What are you doing?"

"Feasting. I'm a very insatiable man and need sustenance." He uttered a single growl before yanking me down, burying his face in my wetness.

"Oh, God. Oh. My. God." I slammed my hands on the headboard just to try to keep myself steady. Holy cow, the man's tongue was long and strong.

I was almost instantly lightheaded, not realizing I was bucking against his face at first. But whew, I was shaken to my core, lights flashing before my eyes as he feasted.

There was no way of knowing how long his tongue explored my tight channel, but I was already in heaven, my eyelids so heavy there was no way of opening them. The man was an expert, hands down. My head lolled as if on its own, my panting out of control. This was the best part of sex.

Well, not really. How could I not enjoy every single moment?

A nervous laugh bubbled to the surface and I was clawing the headboard. Oops. I had to hope I hadn't permanently damaged the man's ornate bed or he would spank me like the bad girl I was. He was enjoying this as much as I was, taking his time licking up and down the length of my pussy as he held my legs wide open.

I knew I would have fallen over had he not been holding me but that wasn't an option.

The sudden and abrupt appearance of another climax was no longer as shocking as it had once been. Vadim had a way of making my body react as it never had before. I had a feeling the powerful man was relishing the realization. Damn him. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as an orgasm rolled through me. But I pounded my fist on the headboard, my body quivering in his hold.

My nub was extra sensitive, my heart thudding against my chest until it was difficult to breathe. But he wasn't stopping. Oh, no. His tongue was on fire, thrusting inside with wild abandon. I was rocking him as I'd done before, barely recognizing my actions. Who was this girl? Had an alien abducted me?

The thought almost dragged me back to the horrible moment from earlier, but I refused. Nothing was going to ruin this moment. Nothing.

The ugly thought was short lived as another climax jolted me into the most incredible moment of bliss.

My scream was almost silent, my head thrown back as the stars appeared in front of my eyes just like before, only in vivid colors. He licked me hard and fast as I ground against him. It was amazing how exhausting such pleasure could become.

When I finally came down from the rafters, I was panting like some animal.

He kissed and licked the insides of my thighs, taking his time, his hot breath stimulating. When he pulled me up from his face, I was disappointed, almost whimpering. But that was another short-lived moment as he pulled me down, flipping me over and crawling on top of me.

"Your knee!" I hissed.

"It's fine. Nothing will keep me from ravaging you." As if proving a point, he used the knee of his injured leg to widen mine, the tip of his cock magically finding my pussy without any assistance.

My heart still racing, I wrapped my legs around him. He took the time to raise one arm over my head then the other, pushing up from the bed so he could stare at me easily. The sex we'd shared before had been wonderful, but this was ripped with intimacy and passion, the change bringing us even closer.

He was slower than he'd been before as he fucked me, but was just as forceful. When he pulled my arms together, wrapping his fingers around both wrists, I realized I'd never felt this way with anyone else.

It was magical, something I'd always remember. Maybe I was being a silly girl thinking about sex this way but I couldn't help myself. He had a wry smile on his face, his eyes penetrating mine even in the darkness. Nothing could have prepared me for the sweep of emotions, which was why the sudden sensation of tears forming seemed out of place.

The moan I issued was ragged, the sound strangled.

"You're safe, cherished one. Safe with me."

Was that even possible?

At this point, I didn't care. I closed my eyes, arching my back as he continued fucking me. The moment was surreal and beautiful, enough so wild horses couldn't have kept another orgasm from rushing through me.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." I hadn't stuttered my entire life, but I had no rational thoughts in my head around him. He had a way of keeping me unnerved.

Still panting, the man was taking full advantage of my condition, holding me down in his usual possessive way as he pounded into me. All tenderness was now gone but that was just fine by me.

I adored it when he was rough and tumble, pushing me to accept no limitations. Within beautiful seconds, every muscle in his body tensed. It was my only chance to regain some sense of control. Without asking permission or hesitating, I squeezed my pussy muscles, rewarded almost instantly with a savage roar.

As the rush of hot cum erupted deep inside of me, my thoughts drifted to something else I shouldn't be thinking.

What if I fell madly for this man? The real question was whether my heart could take it.

Or if I'd fade into a lesser expression of myself, falling into his delicious trap.

I closed my eyes, realizing and hating the fact a single tear managed to escape, trickling down the side of my cheek to the pillow. And all I could think was a single thing.

Too late.