Chapter 13 - Adley

Ivan's lips were pressed to mine in a claiming kiss that seared my very soul. I wanted to hate it; I wanted to be a better person who knew this was wrong and ran away.

But I wasn't.

I knew what I'd been doing when Ivan walked in on me. I knew how I felt and craved this man in a way I never had. Still, some conditioned part of me fought against the overwhelming desire, screaming in my head about the impropriety of it all.

What would your parents think? What would anyone think about you just giving yourself to this man?

I flailed against him, making the water churn. I knew it was dissolving what remained of the bubbles, and more of my hair slipped from the messy bun I'd put it in. Ivan's fingers speared through the knot, too, encouraging my long hair to tumble free.

He didn't stop kissing me even as I lifted my hands to pound on his chest, even as I pulled against his hold on my hair. But then he dropped his hands to my wrists, holding them in place as he slipped his tongue over the seam of my lips.

My hair fell free in a waterfall of familiar honey-blonde locks, and I felt them whoosh down my back. Ivan moaned against my mouth, the sound vibrating into me, and my eyes flared wide open from being squeezed shut.

He moaned…for me.

Something told me he enjoyed the fact that my hair was loose now, and something about that fact zinged through my chest. Ivan liked my hair. It was such a stupid, silly little thought, and still, it struck me. This hardened man, this charming, cruel criminal who could get anything he wanted, liked it when my hair was down.

The lightbulb I'd kept on dim mode inside me since I met him brightened, flaring like a supernova behind my sternum. And I stopped fighting.

I softened in his hold, melting into his kiss and letting Ivan's tongue slip past the seam of my lips. My wide-eyed stare backed down until my lids eventually shut, and before I could think better of it, I dared to reach out my tongue and touch it to his.

A tiny moan escaped me as we connected, and then Ivan was pinning my hands behind my back as he pressed me to the edge of the tub. The porcelain was cool against my hard nipples, and the grip on my wrists made my pussy clench around nothing.

After a moment, Ivan pulled back, holding my arms in one hand as he looked down at me, admiring.

"There's my good girl." He smirked, and I fucking blushed, heat rushing to the surface of my cheeks, to my slit.

With his free hand, Ivan shoved the tray on the bathtub all the way to the side. It hit the upper lip of the tub, and the lit candle wobbled enough for the wax to flood over the wick and put it out.

The room plunged into darkness, but there was enough ambient light from outside the window to create a shadowy tableau in front of me. Ivan's gray-blue eyes sparkled despite the poor lighting, and I raked my stare across the tattoos on his face.

Not for the first time, I wondered about the broken glass image created on his forehead, about the numbers scrawled beneath the tattooed cracks. Ivan seemed all too pleased to let me gape in wonder at his expression, but as quickly as he'd shoved the tray away, Ivan darted his hand into the water and pulled the plug free.

The loud rush of tub emptying boomed in the quiet room, and I knew that in moments, I'd be completely revealed to him.

The scar…

It wasn't a surprise that my mind wandered to one of my biggest insecurities. However, I was still furious with myself for caring so much. It was just a scar, a remnant of a bad car accident I was in as a kid.

The twins hadn't even been born yet when the drunk driver crashed the front of his Benz right into my rear passenger door. My parents walked away unscathed, but the door had crushed in, and when I turned away out of instinct, the panel jutted out, hitting my spine.

There had been days when the docs weren't sure of the damage or if I'd ever walk again, but the injury was successfully repaired with the fusion of a few disks, and I didn't lose mobility.

I should be thrilled about my damn luck, and still, to this day, all I could think about was how the thing "disfigured" me—dumb patriarchal standards of beauty .

However, my time for overthinking the issue was over as the tub emptied out, and a chill raked over me as the cool air hit my wet skin. Goosebumps skittered to life all over my body, and Ivan grinned down satisfactorily.

Ivan craned his head to the side as he still held me pressed to the edge of the tub. His free hand circled my hair into a rope around his fist, and he held it up from my waist, clearing the way for him to inspect the goods.

"Damn, Adley. That ass of yours is so much better without the leggings." He dragged his gaze over me, and the embarrassment warred with the arousal blooming stronger and stronger. "What will the rest of you look like, hmm?"

For a moment, I wondered if he was going to yank me back or pull me out of the bath by my hair. I couldn't put either of those things past him clearly, but what he did instead was somehow…worse.

Ivan released me, stepping back from the tub and folding his arms over his chest. He just stared down at me, waiting.

"Out, sweetheart."

My heartbeat screamed in my ears. He just wanted me to get up—naked—and just what? Stand there and let him roam his eyes all over me. That felt so damn invasive, a level of vulnerability under his hungry gaze that I wasn't sure I could take.

"Don't make me pull you out by the hair."

I flinched, my suspicions confirmed, and my eyes squeezed shut as I dropped my forehead to the ledge. Long hair was my friend right now, and I let it sweep over my shoulders before I stood up, my entire body trembling.

The curtain of my locks didn't hide everything, of course, and I could feel the blush claim me from head to toe as I held my hand just in front of my pussy.

"Ugh," he groaned appreciatively, "seeing you dripping…I could get very used to that. But I did say out darling, so be a good girl and come over here."

My blood hummed in my veins, and with little else to do, I carefully lifted one foot and then the other, climbing out of the bath and taking two tiny steps toward Ivan.

"Better. But I need you within arm's reach."

I swallowed hard. What the hell was this? The entire situation was so, so…fucked. I was mortified to be covered in nothing but shadows and long locks, some foreign part of me fascinated—aroused—by the way it felt to be commanded around like Ivan's little doll.

Damn-near tasting the pounding of my heart in my throat, I somehow managed to cross the wide bathroom floor toward Ivan. The marble floor was cold beneath my feet, and my skin still dripped with water. Even the ends of my hair had gotten soaked, and they slapped against me as I walked.

"Ivan, I can't just—"

"You'll do exactly what I say, sweetheart." He leveled me with a malicious grin. "And you'll love every fucking minute of it."

My teeth clicked together as I snapped my mouth shut.

Ivan's everything was short-circuiting my brain. He was terrifying and enthralling and so damn gorgeous. This life he led, without rules or restrictions, was undeniably attractive. I couldn't lie to myself and say I didn't want some of that for myself.

Another chill shook me, ruffling the waves of my hair enough that I wondered if Ivan had gotten a peek. Despite that, though, my blood boiled. Between the terrible insecurity and humiliation—and the rogue arousal that made wetness pool between my thighs—I was on fire.

Without even realizing it, I'd crossed the room to him, and I stopped short right in front of Ivan, within an arm's reach .

His eyes traveled down my body, and in another move too quick to process, he snatched my arm, yanking me forward. It sent my hair flying behind me, and I looked up at him in shock.

"There you are." He ate me up with his eyes. "Little peach, look at those sweet, perky tits. Your nipples are fucking aching to be touched, aren't they?"

I didn't know what to say, all the words I knew evaporating into thin air. Ivan's stare continued down as I was held there by the sheer weight of his presence. I'd never been looked at like this, studied so thoroughly I was convinced he'd memorized my curves.

I wasn't a particularly endowed woman. Hell, I was a solid B-cup with thick nipples that showed through nearly every bra I wore. But I also knew I had a decent ass; a boy once described it as an apple with juicy cheeks.

Not that guy from ages ago—a random shopper at the bodega—nor any of the other few I'd tussled with looked at me like this .

"But it's those lips, Adley. Those pouty fucking lips of yours that really stole my attention at the bar." Ivan maneuvered my hand to his belt buckle, his other one sliding up my arm to tangle in the hair at the back of my neck. "And this incredible hair. It's the perfect tool for getting those lips to the right place."

With that, I was thrust down to my knees, and Ivan leered down at me, gesturing with his head to his waist.

"Help a guy out, would ya?"

My fingers trembled as I reached up with my other to work on undoing Ivan's belt. The buckle was sinched tight, and it took several long moments for me to pull the leather through the metal. All the while, Ivan just grinned, watching me with rapt attention.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what Ivan wanted me to do after the belt, and as I slipped my fingers around the button to his pants, I swallowed hard. Was I really going to do this? Have sex with him?

Why the fuck not? A dark voice whispered in my skull, and I was shocked by the raw truth behind the words.

Sure, I had a handful of reasons not to, but I also had a couple of rather big ones to give this a try.

One, Ivan was undoubtedly attractive, and how my body responded to him was something otherworldly. Two, I'd promised him I'd do this, to be with him here in the house in exchange for a favor that had already been an enormous boon to my family.

So…

I flicked the fabric over the button, sliding my fingers down to his zipper and pulling it down. But my confidence faltered at that point, and I looked up into his stormy eyes, desperate for some kind of direction or word of encouragement. I knew that was a foolish endeavor, but when I met Ivan's stare, he licked his lips, his hands going for the hem of his shirt.

Oh my.

Ivan swiftly yanked the thing over his head, tossing it to the floor. He was just as covered in tattoos as I expected, and yet it was a marvel to behold them all. Both of his arms were covered in black-and-gray tattoos that spanned from realistic depictions of skulls to several sections that artistically portrayed his skeleton beneath his skin, which extended down to his fingers.

On his chest, a massive eagle stretched down to his stomach, and a dead rabbit was clutched in its sharp-looking talons and drawn in a neo-classical style.

Smirking, Ivan went for his pants next, and my mouth, which was already hanging open, dropped all the farther when he revealed himself.

All I could do was stare, my pussy flooding with arousal as I ran my eyes up and down Ivan's body. Those tattoos continued all down his legs to his toes, but I wasn't exactly paying attention to the artwork anymore.

He's fucking huge.

Hard as a rock and glistening at the head, Ivan's erection stood out proudly from his hips, reaching straight up. It curved gently upward, and the tip was just in line with his belly button. How the hell was he going to fit? I was a small person, and that monster looked like it was going to tear right through me.

Ivan chuckled. "Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?"

I blinked, ducking my head as I knelt there. I really didn't know what the hell to say, and I shook my head. When I risked a glance up, Ivan took hold of my hair again, shoving my mouth toward him.

"Open up."

Nervous energy flared inside me, and I panicked, gripping Ivan's thighs as I resisted him. His other hand went to my jaw, his fingers pushing between my teeth to get me to open.

"Don't make me wait, Adley."

My body hummed. I didn't want to make him wait. In fact, as I finally opened my eyes again, staring face to face with Ivan's glorious cock, all I could think to do was take him in. I was damn aroused by him.

And yes, I was not very experienced, and yes, I didn't think I could actually take him completely.

And yes, this could certainly never be described as something a "good girl" would do.

But I just didn't care anymore. I was too desperate for Ivan, too needy for the feeling of someone claiming my body like no one ever had before.

I shifted forward, smoothing my lips around the head of Ivan's cock. He groaned low, and I began to slide further, testing myself to see how much of him I could take. It wasn't a lot by any means. Ivan was thick, and that girth stretched my jaw considerably. Still, he tasted like sin and wine, sending the lust flooding my veins into overdrive.

"That's such a good girl, swallowing me down."

Ivan's hips began to rock, and I struggled to keep up with his movements, my breath shuddering in and out of me.

"Don't you fucking stop, sweetheart. Those noises are too damn good."

The attention he brought to the filthy slurping sounds, the moments where he shoved in as far as he could and choked me on his dick, had humiliation roaring through me. This was so fucking wild. I'd never let anyone do this to me, not like this .

Not so rough…

But I didn't want him to stop. Hell, I was aching for him to continue, for Ivan to pay this kind of attention to my dripping pussy.

He seemed to read my mind because, after another shove that forced his length down my throat, Ivan yanked himself back. Leaning over me, Ivan thrust his arm between my legs and hauled me up off the floor. I was flung over his opposite shoulder, my slit sliding across his skin.

I yelped as Ivan carried me to the bedroom and flung me back down on the bed. I landed on my side, and then Ivan's hands were on my hips, pulling them up and back so that I kneeled on the mattress with my shoulders still down.

My cheeks burned. I knew exactly what I looked like in this position, my pussy on full display. I could feel the cooler air flowing over my wet folds, and I was utterly frozen.

"Goddamn, sweetness. You're so fucking wet for me already."

The bed dipped as Ivan climbed on, and I futilely tried to clench my thighs together. My hair had fallen into my face and bunched around my shoulders. At once, I realized that the long scar on my back was totally visible now, and the light in the bedroom was brighter than in the bathroom.

I whimpered.

"What's this?" Ivan's fingers trailed along the healed injury, and I shook beneath his touch. "Don't tell me you were a reckless teen."

Shaking my head, my eyes burned. "No. I…"

What was I supposed to say?

"What? Tell me."

The command in Ivan's voice was deep, but he still smoothed his fingers over the skin so gently.

"Car accident. My side was hit. I…I had some disks fused."

That was certainly the short version of the story, but the words were out, and I actually felt a bit relieved to have just let it out like that.

"You had surgery?"

I hummed a confirmation.

"It was pretty bad, then?" He asked, and I tensed, pulling my arms closer to my sides. I was still just splayed open for him, and Ivan's fingers still traced the line that rand down my lower spine, almost…petting me.

"Yes." It was all I could say.

"Well, it sounds like you have a better excuse than I did."

My heart slammed against my ribs, and I turned to face him, pulling my hair back so I could see his face.

Ivan smirked, lifting one side of his mouth, and pointed with his free hand at the tattoo on his forehead.

"I caused this one. Car accident. Though, I'd been young and stupid—and really fucking angry—and nearly got myself killed."

"Ivan, I…" My eyes fell, and I shook my head.

"Scars happen, sweetheart. But they don't define you."

The words hit me as hard as that car had, and I looked up to search Ivan's face for…something. He just grinned, easy and beautiful as ever. The stroking across my scar stopped, and he slid his hand up my back to wind my hair around his fist.

Softness didn't exist then, and Ivan pulled me backward until my back crashed against his chest. I could feel his erection slide between my thighs, the ridge of his head teasing my slit, and I moaned roughly.

"Don't ever doubt your worth, Adley. Some scar, some shitty job, doesn't create who you are. You do that."

Ivan's other hand snaked around to my breast, and he found my pebbled nipple, pinching down on it so hard I cried out, arching into his grip.

"That's it, baby. Sing for me."

I was so blown apart by his words and the way he manhandled me I'd do whatever he wanted at this point. I was raw and exposed and so vulnerable to him. I could hardly tell what was up and what was down, and all I knew was that I needed this.

I needed Ivan to claim me like this, needed to feel desired and worthy and satisfied for once in my miserable fucking life.

He continued the delicious torture on my nipple, and I couldn't stop myself from rocking my hips back and forth, my folds gliding across his erection as I did. It felt devious and wonderful, and I ached for him to fill me up.

"That's my good, little slut. Rub that pussy all you want on my cock."

Blanching, my eyes popped open at the reality of how wanton I was being, and I stopped, gasping slightly.

"Oh, feeling shy all of a sudden?" He pinched my nipple again, pulling my head to the side by my hair. "Don't fight what you want, Adley."

I trembled, shaking my head for who knew what reason. A ragged whine left me as Ivan smacked the sore nipple he'd been abusing, and his hand dragged down my stomach before finding my slit and spreading me open.

"Ivan!" I cried out, his cock now briskly rubbing against my clit as he thrust his hips. "Oh, God. I..I…I've never…done anything like this before."

He chuckled behind me, still stroking his erection against my clit. "Done what, sweetheart?"

I moaned as the sensations built and sent me straight to the edge.

"I've never…Ugh, oh, God…I…"

"Use your words, sweetness."

But it was damn-near impossible with Ivan's dick sliding against me like that. My clit burned, an orgasm poised right in the tip, and my legs shivered as Ivan kept up this new method of torture.

"I've…Ugh." I was so damn close. "I've dated like…two people. It wasn't…It wasn't like… this ."

Ivan jutted his hips forward, forcing his cock through my folds hard. "This?"

"So…intense."

That gorgeous, sadistic chuckle sounded behind me again, and Ivan brought his mouth to the shell of my ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise to fuck the memory of anyone's cock but mine from that pretty little head."

With that, Ivan shoved me back down to the bed and sheathed his erection up to the hilt in my throbbing pussy. I came immediately, clamping down around him as my clit pulsed. It washed over me like a shot, like a drug, and I was utterly blown apart by the feeling of his thick length stretching me.

"That's it, baby. Come on my dick."

He started up a brutal pace, and I moaned shamelessly as Ivan thrust in and out. The ridges of his thick cock rubbed against my walls, and he shot his hips forward in a hard smack that had the blunt head of his dick hitting my cervix.

I cried out, gripping the sheets until my knuckles ached.

"Take it, sweetness. Take my cock like my good girl."

His fingers dug into my hips as Ivan barreled into me with everything he had. The hedonistic sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, backed by my endless moans and whimpers. Ivan grunted as he pressed in deep, bottoming out inside me. The sensation was maddening—the stretch, the fullness—I didn't know if I could stand it.

"Ivan! Fuck, please, it's too much."

One hand went to my hair, gripping it as he held my hip again. The other cracked down over my ass cheek, and I jumped, forcing Ivan deeper as my skin burned.

"You'll take it, sweetheart. You'll take every fucking inch."

The pummeling onslaught kicked up, and my body exploded again, screwing up tight as the wave of pleasure rocked me to my core. My pussy ached and burned, but dammit, I wanted more.

"That's it, precious. Ugh," Ivan grunted, his cock swelling even more. "Yeeesss. Fucking hell. That tight pussy is gripping me so hard, begging me to fill it up."

I lost track of everything then, only knowing the pleasure coiling through my insides. Ivan's hips jackhammered, and as this last release stretched over my entire being, I felt him come.

Warmth flooded my pussy, and Ivan's spend overflowed from me until it slid down my thighs. Stillness settled in, and I couldn't move, couldn't even open my eyes. It didn't take long for the exhaustion—very much physical and emotional—to win out, and I fell asleep.

Naked and fucked within an inch of my life.