Page 67 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

She snarled at me — literally snarled — as she kicked and tossed her body around, trying to gain momentum in any way she could. Her fingers shifted under my grip as I tried to pin her down, her nails digging into any piece of skin she could find. Sharp, stinging pain flooded my back as she raked her nails across my flesh. I welcomed the pain, reveled in it, even. Growling, I pinned her hands to the ground, stopping her attack, but the she-devil still found a way to twist her fingers enough to dig into the skin of my hands and fingers.

“Stop fighting,” I grunted, urging her to desist, not that she was about to listen.

“Doesn’t sound like a safeword to me,” she spat right back, the sneer on her face furrowing her brows.

“You wound your way back around the house and clear over to the garage, princess,” I chuckled. It was easy to get directions twisted in the woods, and Maddy did notknow the property the way I did. Plus, I wanted to make sure she knew where we were before engaging in any further play. While it wasn’t on her limits list, I didn’t want to cross a boundary I may not be aware of.

She went stone still, barely even breathing as we both listened. The sound of music blaring from the garage was easily heard in the near distance. Her brow furrowed for a moment before her eyes found mine, narrowed and full of heated intensity.

“Quitting that easily, buddy?” That sass of hers was going to be her doom. And just like that, the game was back on.

“Oh, princess, I haven’t quit. I have you pinned. From where I’m sitting, I’ve won.” My grip tightened, my hips grinding into hers. Fuck me, it felt good to give my aching cock some friction. Especially when said friction was against the morsel that was Maddy.

“Not yet, you haven’t,” she hissed, her legs kicking, working to get leverage to knee me in the junk, yet again. There was no way in hell I was about to let that happen.

Quicker than before, I shifted my feet until I could pin her legs down, using my body weight and size to my advantage as she sputtered and spat like a cat caught in a trap.

“Nice try, princess, but you’ll have to do better than that to catch me off guard again,” I scoffed, wishing I had a third hand to slap her around a bit. But this primal-style play was quite fun, as it was.

“Challenge accepted, Sir,” she spat, rearing her head back and arching clear off the ground. It was an incredible feat to witness, as her hands were still pinnedby my own. It gave her just enough space to reach my bicep.

Her mouth connected and opened against my skin. What began as a kiss quickly turned to a bite, her teeth sinking in as she literally attempted to take a bite out of me.

“Ow! Fuck!” I yelped, but I did not release her. There was no way in hell I was letting her slip from my grip again.

Shifting my weight, I flipped her around as carefully, but forcefully, as I could. Flat on her stomach now, I pressed her into the ground, my palm pressing her head into the dirt as she fought me with hisses, scratches, and kicking feet.

“Enough,” I growled, sliding each of her hands up above her head until I could hold both her wrists in my grasp.

I worked to unbuckle my pants one-handed, shoving them down with intense frustration at how long it was taking. Granted, her writhing, bucking, and snarling weren’t making matters any easier, but a Dom did what he had to do. It took every ounce of concentration I had to rid myself of the lower half of my clothes while still holding her down with the other hand. I almost lost the fight as she reared back, nearly knocking my hold on her loose. Finally, I was able to shove my pants down far enough to free my cock from its confines. I rubbed my leaking tip against her wet slit for a few moments, groaning at the sheer feel of her heat, before I slid fully inside of her.

“Fuck you!” She screamed, but I remembered her words once again.

“Fuck you isn’t a safeword, princess,” I scoffed, thrusting harder and faster as I held her down. Her struggles only made my cock stiffen more as I fucked her with everything I had. God damn, it was hot!

I shifted my hips, hitting her g-spot as she clenched so tightly around me I almost saw stars. I lost my concentration for only a split second, but it was enough time for her to get a hand free, and she launched it at me. Fuck, did she launch it at me. Her hand shot up and back behind her head in a blind swing, connecting with my brow bone just above my eye, clocking me with enough force that I grunted in pain before grabbing her hand and pinning her down again.

“You little bitch,” I groaned, wincing as pain flared through my face. She just giggled. She fuckinggiggled,still kicking her legs at me like a wild woman in between moans of pleasure as I penetrated her.

Shifting my knees a little closer together, I tugged her hips up, needing that ripe peach of an ass closer to me. My hand moved up over her curves to her lower spine, where I pressed down, deepening the arch of her back before sliding back to grab her hip tightly. My other hand pressed into the back of her head, pushing her into the grass and dirt below.

My hips rocked back and forth, pounding into her with lightning speed. The feel of her pussy wrapped around me — no,squeezingaround me like a damn vise-grip — was nearly unbearable. It was exquisite, brutal torture holding myself back from cumming on the spot.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel me swell up inside of you?” I growled at her, my hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as I pounded into her tight-as-fucking-hell cunt. “Can you feel how much harder my thrusts get when you scream my name?” I felt my own orgasm demanding to be met, my cock begging for release. “Scream it again for me, princess. Scream for me!”

She whimpered and moaned as she writhed beneath me, her ass jutting back to meet every thrust. Every swivel of her hips pushed me closer to climax.

“SIR!” She finally screamed out, her cries of ecstasy scaring every creature — big and small — from our little woods, likely for miles. She cried. And she screamed. She broke beneath me as her orgasm crashed over her in waves, pulling my own orgasm from the depths of my soul until I emptied myself into her wet heat. For a solid moment, I could not remember what day it was, what year it was, or even my own name.

Finally pulling myself out of her, I turned to the side, mindful not to crush her as I fell back onto the grass beside her, breathless and panting. The smile on my face was so wide it hurt. We lay there in the grass for long moments, just enjoying the silence between us and the juxtaposition it posed to the sound of insects, birds, and wind whipping through the trees as we slowly caught our breath.

“You know, next time, I better hearyouscreamingmyname,” she teased, turning towards me, covered in grass and dirt, to cuddle into my side. Nothing could have made the moment more perfect.

With a sharp laugh, I pulled her closer. “Yeah. We’llsee about that, princess.”

After a few minutes, I stood, holding a hand out to help her to her feet.

“We should probably head back,” I said, brushing the dirt and grass from my clothing after pulling my shorts back up my body and tucking myself back into my boxers.

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