out the door before Nikolai caught up with me.
“Tati—” I twirled and punched him in the gut. He doubled over, wheezing out in pain.
“That’s for cloning my phone.” I rammed my fist into the side of his face and his head whipped to the side. “And that’s for threatening my dad.” I shoved him and he lost his footing, falling to the ground.
I continued to walk on, thinking that would be the end of it, but strong hands wrapped around me and dragged me down the alley behind the restaurant. I fought, kicking and screaming, far too angry to try and be reasoned with, but Nikolai placed a hand over my mouth to muffle the profanity flying past my lips. He shoved me up against the brick wall, his chest pressed firmly into my back, keeping me caged between him and the wall.
“Dostatochno,” Enough, he snarled in my ear. Shivers shot down my spine. He sounded positively feral right now. “I’m sick of you giving your back to me. Walking away from me. No more.”
I bit into his hand and he hissed, removing it. But he stayed close, keeping me right where I was with his body, not allowing me an inch to move. “Promise you won’t lay a finger on my dad.”
“If I do, will you promise not to walk away from me again?”
“Yes.” Like I said, actions spoke louder than words with Nikolai. I could scream and shout for days, telling him not to hurt my dad, but he wouldn’t hear it. The only way I could get him to listen was by showing him what the consequences of his actions would be. Me…gone.
“Fineee,” Nikolai growled out, none too pleased. I expected him to let me go and step back, but he didn’t. He stayed exactly where he was, pressed right up against me, every curve of his body moulded with mine, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
I felt something big and thick digging into my ass and I couldn’t help the swirl of my hips. Nikolai shuddered and his hand slammed into the wall right next to my head.
“Don’t move like that,” he grunted.
I did it again and he groaned. “If I asked you to take me right here and now, would you?” I whispered, the lust that had been building between us for weeks spiralling to the surface.
There were so many factors that heightened what I was feeling. The adrenaline from fighting with him. The reality that we were out in public. The darkness of the alley surrounding us, hiding us from view, but the fact that I could still see people walking past the entrance. The danger of being caught by someone. It all added fuel to my burning desire, and I felt like I was going to explode if something wasn’t done.
I needed to tempt him, tip him over the edge so the control he had over his restraint snapped and the beast came out to play.
“That guy was cute, wasn’t he?” I taunted and he stiffened, his body going ice-still behind me. “Tall. Handsome—”
“Careful, love,” he warned darkly, pressing me tighter into the wall. “You don’t want to push me.”
Oh, but I did.
I’d never been so hot for him before. So desperate to feel him over every inch of my skin, taking me like I’d been dreaming of for as long as I could remember. This passion between us was never going to die. Never going to lesson. It was going to burn forever.
“Just give in, Nicky,” I panted, squirming, trying to find some sort of relief from the ache building between my thighs. “Just give us what we both want.”
“I want more,” he groaned like he was in physical pain. I was too.
“This is all I can give you right now. Take it,” I begged, thrusting my ass into his cock behind me. I said the three words that would guarantee his submission. “I need you.”
His hand slammed against the wall again in frustration as a Russian curse flew from his mouth, and I knew I’d won. I knew I was finally going to get what I wanted.
He took a deep breath in, as if he was getting himself under control, and then I felt his lips against my ear. “How do you want it, love? Quick and dirty?” He ran his tongue up the side of my neck in a slow, languid lick. “Dark and dangerous?” My breath hitched when I felt the sharp edge of a knife scrape the inside of my thigh. “Or”—he gripped my face roughly and turned my head to the side, forcing me to look at him—“downright filthy?” He forced my lips apart and let a drop of his salvia fall from his mouth into mine. I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Fuck, he made my whole fucking body shiver. Desire pulsed through my veins.
“Dark and dangerous.” My flesh tingled with anticipation when he chuckled low in his throat.
“As my girl commands,” he whispered, a wicked grin curling on his lips. “Hands on the wall. And don’t move.”
Yes…yes.
Excitement soared through me, so much so that my body began to shake. I did as he ordered, placing my palms flat against the brick wall. He let me go but stayed close, the heat of his body burning into my back.
He kicked my legs apart and curled his fingers around my hips, holding me tight. My heart pounded in my chest. What was he going to do? With Nikolai, everything was on the table.
“You remember your safe word?” he rumbled in my ear, shivers dancing down my spine.
Like I could forget. ‘Pauk.’ Spider.
“Good.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth. ‘Ty khotela tomnogo i opasnogo, lyubimaya? Nu, ty eto poluchish’.’ You wanted dark and dangerous, love? Well, you’re going to get it. He lifted the back of my dress and sucked air in between his teeth. “Did you wear this for him?” He was referring to my black lace thong.
“I wore it for me.” I was using every ounce of strength I possessed not to move, not to push my ass further into his probing hands. He told me not to move. I’d be rewarded if I followed his orders, and Nikolai gave the best rewards.
The heat of his body at my back disappeared and then I felt his tongue running up my ass cheek, right over the spot where my tattoo was. The letter ‘N’. I bit my lip, my hands clenched into fists.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this ass?” he groaned, biting into my flesh. “How many times I’ve gotten myself off imagining being buried deep in this ass?”
“Nikolai,” I moaned, my legs shaking. My pussy was wet. Hot. Aching to be filled.
He continued to lick, kiss, suck and bite me as if he was worshipping my ass, lavishing it with all of his attention while I was forced not to move a goddamn inch. Forced to take what he was giving me until he was prepared to give me more.
That glorious torture finally ended when he gripped my hips and turned me around. I stared down at him, my chest heaving. He was on his knees before me, eyes wild, pupils completely blown. He looked like he was barely holding on. Barely in control. Like he was a second away from snapping and tearing right into me. Not that I would have minded.
“I’m going to lick this pussy until you come all over my face.” His hands drifted up my legs, disappearing underneath my dress. His fingers hooked around my thong and he tugged it down, helping me step out of it. I narrowed my eyes when he tucked them away into his pocket, but said nothing.
“You’re not going to watch me. No. You’re going to look over there.” He pointed towards the entrance of the alley. “You’re going to watch all those people walk past, knowing that at any moment, one of them could come down this alley and see us. See me, eating this beautiful, wet cunt and wishing they were the ones who got the privilege of doing it instead.”
Good lord. He had the filthist fucking mouth. I loved it.
“Does that sound like something you can do, love?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just put your mouth on me. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve missed your tongue so much.”
There were lots of parts of Nikolai I loved—his thighs, his biceps, his eyes—but his tongue? Nothing could compare.
“Have you now?” There was a playful tone to his voice. “Maybe I should get you a Queening Chair. That way, you can call me to come service you any time you want.”
“I want you to service me now,” I whined. “You’ve been teasing me for long enough.” I lifted up the front of my dress to show him my bare pussy.
A hungry look flashed across his face. He gripped the inside of my thighs and forced my legs further apart to get a better look. “There’s my pretty, pink pussy,” he whispered in awe. And then his mouth was on me. Right there, where I needed him. He dove forward like he couldn’t wait one more second to taste me and sealed his lips around my clit. I jolted, crying out at the sudden contact.
Nikolai groaned deep in his throat, like I was the one giving him pleasure. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he feasted. That was the best—no, the only—way to describe it. He licked, nibbled, sucked…completely ravished me like he was a man starved and I was a five course fucking meal.
“Fuck, Nikolai.” My hands were in his hair, holding his head against my pussy as I ground myself down on him. “I like having you down on your knees.”
He hummed in appreciation, moving his mouth faster. He gripped my ass tightly with both hands and urged me on, pushing me to go harder. The pleasure was so intense, I could barely catch my breath.
I knew he told me to watch the entrance, to watch as people walked past. It was because the idea of getting caught made me so fucking hot. But Nikoali was hotter.
So much hotter.
Watching him was the biggest turn on. Some men only ate pussy because they wanted the deed reciprocated, not because they actually wanted to do it. Nikolai, though…oh, he fucking loved it. It was clear in the way he just threw himself into the task, not holding a single ounce of himself back.
His tongue dove between my folds and dipped into my pussy. “Mmm, I’ve missed this tight little hole.”
“Keep going. More, more,” I panted.
“You want more?” His hand disappeared behind his back and then there was a gun in his hand. He removed his mouth from my pussy to smirk at me. Then he ran the barrel of the gun through my lips, down to my entrance. Heat coursed through my veins.
Oh, here it comes. The dark and dangerous part he promised me.
I trusted Nikolai with my life. I knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d run through fire to save me, that he’d cut down an army of men to get to me.
So, when he clicked the safety off and started to slowly work the gun into my pussy, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t scared that it would accidentally go off because I knew Nikolai had the steadiest hands, and that he would never do anything that put my life in danger.
Except stick a loaded gun in your hooha.
The fact that he kept his fingers well away from the trigger was a relief, though.
“Is this dangerous enough for you, Tatiana?” he asked, watching the gun disappear inside me, enraptured. “Or do you need more? Hmm?”
I whimpered when he swirled his tongue around my clit achingly slowly. The filthiness of the whole thing accentuated my pleasure and I groaned, moving my hips in time with each thrust of his gun.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. White-hot, blistering pleasure exploded in my core, so intense I feared my legs would give out, and I screamed Nikolai’s name into the darkness.
“You. Are. Breathtaking,” Nikolai whispered, kissing my pussy a few more times before pulling the gun out. He slowly got to his feet, keeping total eye contact with me, and put the gun in his mouth, sucking it clean.
I’m pretty sure I just had another orgasm.
“I’m glad to see your pussy-eating skills are still top-notch,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
He smirked, a very smug, self-satisfied look on his face. He tucked the gun behind his back and then started to undo his belt. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I might as well warn you, it’s going to be quick.”
I chuckled softly as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. “Been a while, hey?”
He ripped a condom open with his teeth and sheathed his cock. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”
“What?” I gripped onto his thick, muscular shoulders as he moved me into position. “Are you telling me you haven’t sex in over two years? Not even once? With anyone?”
Neither had I, if I was being honest. Touching someone who wasn’t Nikolai felt…wrong, even though we weren’t together. But I didn’t think he felt the same way, that he wouldn’t have had sex at least once during our time apart.
“You’re the only one I wanted.” And then he drove forward, deeply impaling me with his cock.
We both groaned.
I didn’t have time to think on his words because he started hammering into me ruthlessly. It felt so good, the pleasure taking over my body and mind completely, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else except him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you. Missed this. You feel so good, baby. So hot, and wet, and tight.”
My back scraped up and down the brick wall with each savage thrust of his cock. I moaned, an overload of pleasure and pain assaulting my senses, obliterating my nerves.
“Give me that fucking mouth,” he grunted. He didn’t even wait for me to do as he ordered. He just grabbed my face roughly in a strong, punishing grip and slammed his lips onto mine. He groaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, battling with my own. We kissed like it would be our last time, all hot, heavy and utterly consuming. I was sure we’d both have bruises by the end of it.
“Yes…yes. Oh, fuck. Nikolai. Don’t stop,” I whimpered against his lips. My hands moved to the back of his neck, my nails digging into his skin.
“Harder, Tati,” he groaned. “Make me bleed.”
I was already on fire, my whole body wound tight and ready to explode, but hearing him groan, hearing his words laced with his pleasure sent me hurtling towards an inferno. I dug my nails in deeper and bit down on his lip, hard. He hissed, eyes flaring. Blood pooled in my mouth. I lapped it up, running my tongue over his bottom lip and licking up every drop. His pace increased, thrusts turning wild. Chaotic. His cock pistoned in and out, in and out, and I came undone. I threw my head back and screamed out his name as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Thank God,” he choked out. And then I felt him coming, felt his cock pulse as my pussy clamped down on him, squeezing.
Nikolai was a pleaser, the type who wanted to make sure his partner climaxed as well. He must have been holding off, determined to make sure I got there too.
He moaned, low and long, his hips pumping a few more times before he slumped against me, breathing hard. How he was still holding me up after all that, I had no idea. I was exhausted, and I’d done nothing but take a fucking.
His cock began to soften but he made no move to step back. He just continued to hold me, his face buried in the crook of my neck like he didn’t want to let me go.
If I was being honest, neither did I.
Nikolai and I were connected in a way I don’t think either of us entirely understood. If I believed in soul mates—in two souls being one, like both sides of a coin—then there would be no doubt in my mind that we were made for each other.
That moment held more significance than just two people fucking. I knew it the moment we started. That wall I’d been keeping between us was crumbling. It cracked more and more with every sweet thing he did for me. With every loving word he said to me. Soon, it would be gone completely, and I had no idea what I was going to do when that happened.
I’d hoped to enjoy the post coitiol bliss for a little longer, but a deep, menacing voice made me stiffen.
“Is it our turn now?”
